She's got a pulse!
Do you think she's gonna make it or not?
No, no, please, I have a daughter!
I feel like Makayla's got a right to see her.
If you think that's best.
You look so pretty.
I couldn't ask with Makayla in the room...
But did you find Roy?
No, Kim, we didn't.
- All right. - Breakfast is served.
We got blueberry pancakes for you.
Oh, well, that's perfect.
- It was so cool. - The lady at the counter knew
that Adam was a police officer.
She gave him a free coffee!
Which I did not accept, as that would be a violation.
He accepted a discount instead.
Shh, shh, shh.
You all right?
You got it?
All right.
Okay, I see the mobility, the body torque.
Nicely done.
Makayla, let's do our absolute best
to keep the syrup in the vicinity of the pancakes, okay?
Also, napkins are your friend.
Remember that, okay?
Listen, uh, I'm gonna go meet a new CI,
girl that Enrique from Narcotics hooked me up with.
- Okay. - Says she's ready to work.
Would you wanna come?
- What? - Sitter said she could
start back up again today. I'll call her right now.
No.
- Kim, it's gonna be real easy. - We're meeting in a park.
- Yeah, um, I'm not ready. - You sure?
Yeah, I mean, who knows if I'll ever be ready?
- Whoo! - Good job!
Ruzek?
Yeah.
Enrique says you got something.
- For real? - No "Hi, Ava, nice to meet you"?
"Who the hell are you?"
Don't you need to show me, like, your badge or something?
No, no, no, we keep this casual.
That way, in the off chance somebody sees you,
they'll think you're just here talking to a friend.
Ain't nobody I know gonna think you one of my friends.
But okay.
- Fair enough. - So what do you got?
G-parks are doing a big re-up.
Okay, you got a name, a shipment date, a meet?
- No. - Not yet.
I could get that info for you, if I had the right price.
All right, well, the way this works is you get paid
for everything we recover, so if there is a re-up,
you get the info,
we pay you a grand for every kilo we seize.
- Yeah? - Yes, ma'am.
- Jesus. - Okay, uh...
I'm meeting my man tonight.
I'm gonna get the info. Names, dates,
where they're gonna stash it.
Uh, hold up, hey.
You can do that all safely? Who are you getting this from?
Enrique said I wouldn't have to tell you.
The more of the conversation we get taped, the better.
Okay?
What you're gonna do, you press this button right here,
you hold for three seconds, record as much as you can.
The moment that you feel like anything is going wrong,
you get the hell out of there, you understand me?
There's no amount of money or drugs worth dying for.
What'd I just say?
No amount of money or drug's worth dying for.
- All right. - Where are you meeting your boy?
46th and Morgan, tonight at 10:00.
Okay, I'll meet you after 11:00 p.m.,
49th Street overpass.
- Good? - Yeah.
Nice to meet you.
Yeah.
Yo, it's getting late, dog.
- Is this girl the real deal? - Ah, no, no.
She'll show, she'll show.
Yeah, a'ight, you got all the official papers?
- Eh. - How's Burgess today?
She feeling better?
- She's not good, man. - She's not great.
Units in the seventh district, shots fired detected
by the ShotSpotter at 46th and Morgan.
Wait, that's where Ava's supposed to do her meet.
5021 Ida, we're gonna roll on that Morgan job.
Did y'all hear gunshots?
- Y'all straight? - Y'all didn't hear nothing?
Come on, man, somebody talk to me.
Huh? Y'all heard the shots.
Where'd they come from?
- In there. - All right.
We'll have a check.
- Ready? - Yeah.
Agh!
5021 David, squad on the scene of the shots fired.
I got a black SUV, tinted windows,
flying westbound down the alley, plates unknown.
Copy that.
5021 Ida.
I got a DOA at 4601 South Morgan.
- Roll crime lab. - Copy that, 5021 Ida.
Crime lab en route.
Please, please, I swear I didn't say anything.
I swear...
She got made.
All right, what do we know?
Well, shooter policed his brass,
or we're dealing with a revolver.
Checked the alleyway for weapons.
- We didn't find a thing. - Vehicle?
Black SUV, no plates, no PODs, no security cameras
except for the ShotSpotters out front, but that's a zero,
'cause nobody entered that way.
Still can't confirm who she was meeting.
I mean, she didn't give me a name, just G-Park Lords.
- Right. - This whole block's
a stronghold, we've seen the movie,
no one's talking, no one saw anything.
All right, so we invoke zero tolerance on this block.
Lock 'em up for jaywalking if we have to.
We shut down their narcotic sales,
someone's gonna start talking.
- What do you got? - Ava was raped.
Two GSWs, point-blank range. Looks personal to me.
Hmm.
Our recording suggests this is the Lords taking care of a rat.
So let's compile a list of
all documented bangers on this block.
I want the whole set, from the shot-caller
to the shorty slinging bags.
Let's get a run on all sex offenders in the area too.
- Okay? - You got it, Sarge.
And meanwhile, work that alley.
And get a rush on ballistics.
This is a gang, chances are they use the same weapons
- to solve other problems. - Yep.
Let's go.
- Hey, Sarge. - Oh, no.
No, I am not, nor will I be, available
to sort through your 15 subpoenas
and help you with the court book again.
It's about Kim.
Oh, that's cute.
I was wondering if that spot's
still available in the Narcotics task force
working the federal wire.
- A desk job? - Yeah.
- Burgess wants a desk job? - I'm just wondering
if it's available, that's all.
- I'll reach out. - Okay.
Thank you.
Uh-huh.
M.E. found fragments consistent with a 9-millimeter,
but there's no clean rifling impressions,
so it's a dead end.
Okay, where we at with the G-Park Lords?
Patrol and Tact grabbed about ten of 'em.
They're eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
- in lockup, not talking. - Huh.
Well, at least we do have an idea
of who Ava was supposed to drop the dime on.
Her phone records indicate that she was tight
with two self-admitted G-Park Lords
known as the Page cousins, uh, Daniel and Xavier.
Xavier's actually an ex-boyfriend.
- Okay, we got eyes on Xavier? - Yes, we do,
in the Danville penitentiary.
He was scooped up a couple months ago
for an unrelated distro charge, so that's another dead end,
and so is his cousin, Daniel,
because he was on Instagram Live when Ava was killed.
Okay, we got anything else?
Ava's cell phone, social media. Any threats?
She didn't have a social media presence.
Most of her calls were to friends or Xavier.
Her last phone call was an hour before her murder
to her P.O., Gary Franklin.
Okay, you two go talk to Franklin,
see if he can tell us anything about Ava.
Jay, Hailey, keep knocking on doors.
Yeah, on it.
I'm Atwater and this is Ruzek.
Definitely appreciate you taking the time.
Yeah.
See y'all got a lot going on this morning.
- Yeah, tell me about it. - It's a damn shame about Ava.
I had high hopes for her. See where that gets you.
Need this filed, okay?
So, listen, when's the last time you spoke to Ava?
She called me last night,
said she was gonna miss her mandatory check-in.
- Did she sound scared at all? - No, hardly.
She said she was gonna be working with the police.
- She was psyched about the cash. - Right.
We were wondering if there was anybody that you think
she might really want to point a finger at.
- Was she pissed at anybody... - Kevin.
- Anybody else pissed at her? - CPIC just hit me back.
PODs picked up a black SUV
driving erratically near the murder scene
ten minutes after Ava was murdered.
Tags go back to a G-Park Lord named, uh, DeShawn Baker.
She ever mention a DeShawn Baker to you?
No, that does sound familiar though.
Mm, well, he's probably been in those seats a few times.
He got a pretty long-ass sheet,
including a prior for sexual assault.
- That doesn't ring a bell? - No.
If he's the one, you roll him hard for me.
- I promise you, we will. - Thank you for your time.
We got Baker's car out front. You guys set?
Yeah, we just rolled up.
All right, we're gonna knock.
Chicago PD, open up!
- I got the side. - I'll move for the back door.
10-1, 10-1, shots fired at the police.
5612 South Emerald, plainclothes officers on scene.
- Move! - Copy that, 5021 Ida.
Let's back up, bro.
Don't touch that gun, DeShawn!
Drop it, drop it. Hands up in the air!
Hands in the air. Keep your eyes on me.
That's right, keep 'em up. Up!
Don't move.
Got anything on you in that bag I need to worry about?
Go to hell.
Jail first.
Then I'll meet you there.
Yeah, well, today is not your day, DeShawn.
You shot at the police,
and we found a half a key of dope in your bag.
Well, look, as far as the dope, man, I don't...
- We don't care about the dope. - You understand me?
See what I wanna know...
is do you know a woman named Ava Pierce?
- Yeah. - I heard what happened to Ava,
and I had nothing to do with that.
- Mm. - Ava was good girl.
Little on the crazy side, but she was good.
When'd you see her last?
I don't know, a week maybe.
- A week maybe? - Yeah.
We got your vehicle three blocks away
from where Ava lives, ten minutes after she died.
- Oh, that's my whip. - I wasn't in it though.
I let my sister borrow it. I was in Detroit.
You can check my phone for the boarding pass.
I wasn't even here.
Okay, let's say we believe you.
Do you know anybody who might want to hurt Ava?
Maybe her new guy.
I heard he roughed her up a few times.
- Okay, you got a name? - Nah.
She never talked about that.
So what's up, can I get up out of here or what?
Eh.
You shot at the police.
You ain't going nowhere.
Hey, Kev.
- You got a second? - Huh?
I thought you should know
Burgess is looking at desk jobs.
You talk to her?
- Not yet. - Just Ruzek.
Nothing set in stone, but there is an opening in Narcotics.
Sarge, call came in over the zone.
Witness saw a possible rape in a back alley off Racine.
Victim took off running, but the offender jumped
into a black SUV with tinted windows.
- Let's jump on it. - Thanks, Trudy.
2326 on scene, no sign of black SUV or the victim.
- 5021 Henry, we're en route. - 2326, secure the perimeter.
Dispatch relayed the victim is believed
to be injured, so keep searching.
- We'll knock on doors. - Maybe she ran inside for help.
Stop!
Hey!
We're the police!
Hey!
5021 George, we got eyes on our victim.
- Hey. - We're the police.
It's okay. It's okay.
- We got you, okay. - You're safe now, I promise.
- He's gone. - He can't hurt you.
- Is she stable? - Can we try talking to her?
Sorry, Detective,
we gotta take her in.
She's catatonic.
Crime scene's two blocks up, alley near a church.
Witness reports a black SUV leaving in a hurry.
Didn't get a look at the driver
and, again, we got zero plates.
But we did find an ID in the victim's purse.
Her name's Sara O'Connell.
Been arrested for possession of heroin,
did the time, been out for two years,
lives in Gage Park, works at a laundromat on Troy.
All right, so far we got nothing saying
this comes back to Ava's meet with the G-Parks,
which means this could be random,
which means we're looking at a straight-up serial.
I'll go to Med, get a rush on the rape kit,
wait there to interview her when she's able.
No, I'll handle Med.
I want you all working the street, everybody.
Kim.
It's me. It's Hank.
- Hey. - Hey, Sarge.
Everything all right?
Got a sec?
- Yeah. - Come on in.
Makayla at school?
Yeah, Adam's been taking her in.
Oh, good.
How you feeling?
- Better. - Yeah, every day better.
Good.
- Um, let me get you a coffee. - No thanks, I'm good.
Uh, actually I need your help with something.
I got this rape victim over at Med.
Oh, right, Adam was telling me something about that.
Yeah, well, I want you to talk to her.
Why me?
I need all hands on deck.
- Really? - You really need me for this?
Before you make any decisions... any decisions,
you gotta give yourself a chance to feel
like you can do the job again.
If you want to.
You know? So it's actually a choice.
Just talk to her.
Hmm?
Thanks.
Hi, Sara. I'm Officer Burgess.
Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?
Leave me alone.
- Officer Burgess! - How you feeling?
Better.
- Good. - Thanks, I'm just here
to ask your patient a couple questions.
No problem.
Sara, I'll be back.
How come he knows you?
I was down the hall last week.
I was a patient, like you.
What happened?
I was shot in the line of duty.
Sara, can you...
Think of any details about the man who did this to you?
'Cause anything you remember could help us.
He was wearing a black ski mask.
Okay.
What about anything else?
- Uh... - Tall, short, slim, heavy...
You're asking me all these questions.
And I'm just trying to forget the whole thing, okay?
- No, I know. - I know, I just...
Anything you remember can help us.
Can you try?
Why don't you start at the beginning?
I left my NA meeting.
I picked up a pop at the convenience store.
I started walking to the L.
And he came out of nowhere.
He put a gun to my head.
He started dragging me toward a car.
And, um...
and then he...
I don't know how I got away.
He was gonna kill me.
I could see it in his eyes.
It was like he...
He had all...
All the power.
Yeah.
I shouldn't have been walking alone.
- Sara. - God, no.
This is not your fault, okay?
I'm only here asking these questions
so we can catch the guy who did this to you.
You catch the guy who shot you?
- No. - Not yet.
The SUV. Yeah, there's a black SUV.
Can you remember anything about that?
Um, was there anything unusual about the car?
- Maybe a partial plate... - I don't know.
Do you remember any of that from when you were shot?
All I remember...
is what he did to me.
- And you're making me... - It's okay, Sara.
- I don't know. - Okay.
- We could... we could talk... - I want you to go now.
- Well, if you remem... - Can you please just go?
Hey.
I heard you were interviewing Sara.
- You okay? - Yeah, I'm okay.
- Are you okay? - What?
You want to explain to me why Voight seems to think
that I'm struggling and not wanting to come back
to Intelligence?
Oh, no, see, that's just a misunderstanding.
I'm gonna kill Platt. I just... I asked her
if the desk job in Narcotics was still open.
You always said that sounded like a cushy spot,
so I wanted you to know you had choices.
And it's your choice to push me into a desk job?
- No, no, hold on. - I want you to know
that you don't have to do this ever again.
Okay. You're not okay, that's okay.
It's fine.
Great. That's super supportive.
- Thank you. - Whoa, it is, Kim.
- Thank you. - Kim.
You have options, and we can work through this.
We can figure it out.
I don't wanna not come back to work.
Then you will come back to work.
Yeah, I'm just gonna slip right back in.
- I don't know what you want... - Gonna be perfect.
I don't wanna do this right now!
Your victim, Sara,
I think she's lying, okay?
She seemed scared, but not in an untethered way,
and before she got upset, it felt like
she was thinking about her answers.
- It felt rehearsed. - Okay.
- Why do you think she'd lie? - I don't know.
- Maybe she knows her attacker. - All right.
The file said she had an ex, right, so...
he fought her for custody, had priors.
That doesn't fit.
I mean, we have two rape victims.
It doesn't fit with our first victim, Ava.
- She's got no connect to... - Doesn't mean
that the ex-husband couldn't possibly...
We already ran him.
But you know what, we'll run him again.
Okay, we'll run anybody she's afraid of.
I'm gonna head back.
- I didn't mean to... - I know.
I know. Me neither.
Mr. Ross, do you have a moment to speak?
I'm Officer Burgess.
- What do you want? - It's about your ex,
Sara O'Connell.
- What about her? - She was attacked.
She was in the hospital.
She was raped, beaten, shot.
Any idea who might have done that, Tyler?
Whatever she got herself into, that's her business.
It has nothing to do with me.
- She relapse? - Was it a drug dealer?
- Something like that? - It wasn't no criminal.
Opposite.
Now I'm done here, so get the hell off my property.
Hey!
Are you saying her problem was with a cop?
Tyler, I got no beef with you, and I won't pull you into this,
but you gotta tell me right now, was it a cop?
It's her parole officer.
- Hey! - Yo.
Sara and Ava had the same parole officer.
Sara had been switched; it just...
It hadn't made it through to the official records yet.
Wait, parole officer, you talking about Gary Franklin?
- Yeah, that's his name. - I mean, we did talk to him.
He seemed like he didn't know anything.
- He's lying. - He's your guy.
- That's clutch, Burgess. - Come on.
Let's go.
You're coming, right?
Um...
no.
Uh, I'm gonna go home.
- Kim, it's your lead. - Sorry.
We already know that Gary Franklin
is Ava Pierce's parole officer.
Now you look at Sara's sheet, her parole officer is listed
as Julio Garcia, who retired six months ago.
Gary Franklin took over her case.
- Huh. - Burgess said that,
according to Sara's ex-husband, Franklin was using his power
and his position to the point of violence and abuse.
Franklin is also the registered owner
of a black SUV.
All over Instagram, matches all the witnesses' descriptions.
He's divorced, lives in a one flat in Gage Park.
- Okay. - This all makes sense.
- Do we have a why? - We're close.
A week ago, Franklin got a subpoena
for Sara's phone records.
Why did he want the subpoena?
Probably because he was getting suspicious, and he was right.
If you look at extension 744, area 4.
It's a direct line to Detective Murphy in Violent Crimes.
Turns out Ava, Sara, and another parolee
named Casey Thomas wanted to talk.
But they didn't give a name.
They didn't give any specific details.
They just asked vague questions about what would happen
if they came forward.
I guess they didn't like the answer.
They never named Franklin directly.
We got an LKA on Casey?
House in Lawndale.
All right, Adam, you and Kev go check
on Casey right now.
Call Tact. Get eyes on Franklin.
That's good work, guys. Keep digging.
- Casey Thomas, Chicago PD. - You in there?
I got blood.
Runner!
Chicago PD, stop moving!
- Go get him! - 5021 David, emergency.
We got an offender taking off.
Roll the crime lab to 352 South Gage.
Notify 308. Squad advise sergeant.
Kev, he's coming out the front!
No, no!
We got a white male running southbound down the alley!
Hey!
We in the pallet yard on Clinton.
He's around here somewhere.
- Have patrol set a perimeter. - Copy that, pallet yard...
Let's move, let's move, let's move.
To 5021 David, we got...
- Ah! - Hands up, hands up, now!
You all right?
Who the hell is this?
What's your name, man?
Casey's boyfriend, Dennis Crowley.
He's got quite the dance card, Sarge.
Multiple priors for felony theft, armed robbery,
burglary, you name it, him and Casey probably stole it.
Tested negative for GSR.
Crowley found her, we showed up,
he got scared and ran.
He got about 20 grand worth of computers
and other merchandise boxed up back here.
No weapons, nothing that points to Franklin.
Charlie, tell me you got something.
I got rage.
Multiple sharp force trauma.
Sarge, she was shot and stabbed 20 times.
Tact got eyes on Franklin yet?
Tact puts Franklin outside his house ten minutes ago
holding a Giordano's deep dish
with a big old smile on his face.
So that's his attempt at an alibi?
What's the move, Sarge?
- Hi, I'm Detective Upton. - This is Officer Burgess.
We understand Sara's staying here.
Yeah, I'm Nina, her cousin.
Mind if we talk to her?
You can try.
Hey, Sara, how you doing?
- Could you give us a sec? - Sure.
I'll be in the kitchen.
Look, Sara, I know you're scared,
and I know you've been through a lot.
But we have a problem, and I think you know
what that problem is.
Can you tell us anything?
- No. - I'm sorry.
Last time we sp...
Spoke, you asked me if I could, um,
remember anything about the man who shot me.
Yeah, well, you're a cop.
You're trained to remember that stuff.
Yeah, I am.
He was wearing jeans and a leather jacket.
And sometimes he's wearing a jean jacket and a red shirt.
And sometimes he's driving a white sedan.
And other times, I mean, it's a blue pickup.
It keeps changing on me.
My memory just...
Keeps playing tricks on me.
It's the fear, I think.
But the one thing that I do know
is that he's still out there,
and I would do anything to bring him in.
Sara, you can have that.
You can end this. You can bring him in.
We just need a name.
He will kill me.
And my kid.
We'll protect you.
And your child.
That's what he said when I got out.
- Who? - Who said?
Gary Franklin.
He raped me.
Whenever he felt like it for months.
You know why I never said a word?
'Cause he told me...
he'd protect me.
He told me he'd help me get my kid back.
Keep me out of jail.
So what do you want me to do? You want me to testify?
It's a little more complicated than that.
It would turn into a he said/she said in court.
And who's gonna believe the ex-junkie felon?
Yeah, that's what the other detective said
would happen if I told.
So if...
If nobody believes me, then what do I do?
We want you to wear a wire.
We want you to get Gary talking.
You get him to admit to just one...
One detail, and he's ours.
He spends the rest of his life in prison.
We'll get tactical units and undercover officers
within 50 feet of you.
He won't be able to touch you.
We can get him.
Please get him.
Okay.
I'll do it.
You want me to show her how to activate the COH device?
No, I'll do it.
Anything?
No one's come or gone, and zero signs of Franklin.
Are you sure this is the right thing?
We won't make her do anything she's not comfortable with.
- Sara, you okay? - Police are here.
Think she had a change of heart?
She did seem a little nervous.
- Sara? - Excuse me.
Sara?
All right.
She took her kid, cleaned out her bank account,
went south on I-65.
We got her stopping off
at Lafayette to gas up.
- You called her? - Yeah, dozen times.
Phone's off.
She turned it on long enough to say
that she's sorry, she's okay.
I mean, we can bring in Franklin,
but he ain't gonna talk. We don't have nothing.
- It's worth a shot. - We can ice him.
Nah, Kev's right.
He'll lawyer up. We'll lose 48.
I'll do it.
I'll get him to talk.
I'll get him.
- You mind? - Grand Central Station in here.
Yeah, go ahead.
You, uh... you want some coffee, or...
Huh. Be my guest.
I'm a friend of Sara's.
Mm, Sara.
- Well, I know a few Saras. - The one that was attacked,
shot.
That Sara.
- I'm not following you. - She wants 20 grand,
or she goes to the cops.
She just wants to get the hell out of here.
You never have to hear from her again.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I'm not stupid, Gary.
- What's your name? - Jessie Tellmen.
Met Sara at Stateville.
You can check it out for yourself, you got access,
right, and all your records?
I don't know what kind of story she's been telling you,
but I like to think of Sara as a friend.
She's obviously going through a really bad time.
- Yeah. - Now where is she?
Nah.
That's a no-go, Gary.
You meet me at Riverwalk, you bring the money.
- Look. - I wanna help.
I'd be happy to give her some money, but I'm really busy
all day out south, so how's 5:30?
Off 79th, Rainey Park, on the lake side.
- You know it? - No, but I'll find it.
See you there.
You guys copy me?
I got eyes and ears on you, sister.
Good.
All right, we got all the parking lots covered.
You're loud and clear.
Ruz, what about you?
I'm sittin' outside the tunnel.
No eye, but I got it covered if they come this way.
He's 15 minutes late.
Just hang tight.
Kim, he's coming up behind you.
Hey, Gary.
What ya lookin' at?
Eh, just taking in the sights.
Is it the money?
Let's go for a walk.
- No. - Let's sit right here.
There's no privacy.
I don't know what you're
talking about, man. No one can hear you.
Sit down, let's do the damn thing.
Sara wanted me to tell you something.
Not here.
You want the money, follow me.
He's armed.
- Don't do it, Kim. - Don't do it.
- They're on the move. - I'm losing eyes.
I'm gonna get closer.
- Where are we going? - Oh, relax.
- You got nothing to worry about. - Yeah, Gary,
you seem like a real nice guy.
What happened between you and Sara anyway?
Nothing happened.
I never laid a finger on her. That's the truth.
- I don't know, man. - I've seen lots of bruises.
I think he's taking her towards that van.
Plates are 65 George Ida eight Charlie.
Sixty-five George Ida eight...
Yeah, that van was stolen out of Gage Park last night.
- I don't like it, Sarge. - I think we should move in.
- No, Burgess can handle it. - Everybody just keep eyes.
All right, Kim, it's on your call.
So where is Sara?
- I'd love to talk to her. - Get it through your head,
man, she doesn't wanna talk to you.
Just give me the money, I'll walk away,
you go back to your filthy apartment and your stupid job.
- You shut up! - Ugh!
Shut up, bitch!
Move!
She got what she deserved!
You know what? They all did.
And now...
It's your turn!
Chicago PD, you get on the ground now!
- Kim. - Crossing.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm all right.
I'm all right.
You're safe.