.
[engine rumbling]
- Hey. - Hey.
- What are you doing?
- What's it look like I'm doing?
- Like you're late to work,
but you're building a birdhouse.
- Mac wanted one.
You know, she's been getting real into nature lately.
We got tons of birds back here.
So hey,
you thinking about moving in full time?
This sweet, sweet offer is not gonna last forever.
- Yeah, yeah, you know, I'm still deciding.
- All right. - Is your phone off?
- It's on mute.
Sheesh, am I popular.
- ASA's ahead of schedule.
You're up in an hour. - All right.
- Did you prep, Adam?
Did you go through the case files?
- No, I don't need to.
- Listen, it was five years ago, okay,
and they're gonna try and trip you up on every little detail.
- Let them try.
I didn't do a damn thing wrong.
- When you entered Mr. Wilken's bedroom, what did you see?
- Mr. Wilken and a Glock 9-millimeter
in plain view on a side table.
It's the same 9-millimeter that ballistics confirmed
was used to murder Elmer and Gertrude Haggenmiller
for $23.07.
- Officer, that's beyond the scope of the question.
So please, just answer the direct question.
As you know, two new witnesses have come forward
and testified in this court that Mr. Wilken
kept the gun in a closed cabinet in his closet.
Did you break the law and illegally search
Mr. Wilken's closet? - No.
I didn't have a search warrant.
- So a wanted man sees and runs from the police
into his own residence, into the exact room
where he had a weapon where he allegedly murdered two people
and left it out in the open for the world to see.
Does any of that make sense?
- You'll have to ask Mr. Wilken.
Perhaps he forgot because he was jacked up on PCP.
You have to understand that that narcotic,
it tends to make you not think so straight.
- Officer, have you ever illegally entered premises
in pursuit of evidence?
- No, never.
- Never.
So out of these 17 citizen complaints,
are any of them for illegal entry?
- None of those complaints were sustained.
- Out of these 17 citizen complaints,
are any of them for illegal entry?
- Yes.
- Did you not illegally search Mr. Wilken's home
and send an innocent man to prison?
[tense music]
- Everything that I did was by the book.
- Did you illegally plant that gun in Mr. Wilken's home?
- Absolutely not.
- Hey.
- How's is it going in there?
- Fun morning being painted as a bad cop.
- Well, you have nothing to worry about
if the gun was in plain view.
- What?
I know I've got nothing to worry about.
- Yeah.
What?
I wasn't--I wasn't saying that as anything loaded.
- Okay.
- I didn't mean-- Adam, I did not--
- Yeah, of course, you didn't.
It's just, like, a knee-jerk reaction of yours
to expect the least. - Adam.
- Someday you gotta start believing in me, Kim.
I gotta go back in.
I'll see you back at the district.
♪
- The defense has offered no credible testimony
to support vacating the jury verdict.
We find that Officer Ruzek acted rightfully and lawfully.
The appeal is denied.
The defendant will be remanded back
to the Stateville Penitentiary
to continue serving two life terms.
[gavel bangs]
- You put that gun there.
You are a liar. You're a dirty cop!
♪
- Get in, Wilken.
- So Caeli, I'll make sure Kim confirms with you,
but we're not gonna need a sitter for this weekend.
No, Makayla's gonna stay with me at my dad's
old place in Canaryville.
[chuckles] I think so too.
Yeah, no, she's gonna be shuttling
back and forth quite a bit.
Yeah.
- 10-1, 10-1, being called by
Stateville Prison transfer vehicle.
- Son of a bitch. All right, I gotta go.
I gotta go.
- Vehicle last seen southbound on Jefferson.
- 50-21 Ida, I'm two blocks away.
Put me down as responding.
♪
50-21 Ida, I got eyes on the van.
It's moving at a high rate of speed,
600 West block of Harrison.
[car horns honking]
Got 50-21 Ida,
the van just clipped an SUV, possible injuries.
Need an ambo on Polk and Harrison.
[tires squealing]
[gunshots]
Shots fired. Shots fired.
Van is stopped at 643 Harrison.
There's a lot of people out here.
I'm gonna need some help.
Driver, turn off the vehicle!
Ma'am, stay in your car. Stay low, stay low!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Jesus--you all right? You okay?
- Son of a bitch broke out of his cuffs.
He went for my gun.
I shot him in the leg, but he got my gun.
I had eyes on him the whole time.
- Hey, brother, slow down, slow down.
Where's the other guard?
- Tianna!
Jesus!
Last I saw, he's told her to keep driving
or he was gonna blow her head off.
- Son of a bitch.
50-21 Ida, prisoner van is now traveling
southbound on Jefferson.
One guard was disarmed and shot.
We're gonna need an ambulance at this location.
Be advised that the offender is now armed
and has taken the other guard hostage.
I repeat, the offender is now armed with a hostage.
♪
- Okay, yeah, thanks.
Yeah, all right, keep me updated.
Chief O'Neal wants us taking the lead on this.
Torres, it's this one.
Okay, man, yeah. I'll talk to you later.
Adam's getting a statement from the guard.
Has anyone heard from Voight yet?
- Crickets.
- Jay?
- No. You haven't?
- Okay, we got a killer loose in Chicago
with a peace officer hostage. Where are we?
- Well, we know the van was lost somewhere on Jefferson.
The BOLO's out right now.
- Let's contact all our transportation services.
Lock it down.
And we know Wilken was shot in the leg,
so let's get a BOLO out to all the hospitals,
urgent care centers.
Do we know if Wilken has any contacts in Chicago?
- No family here.
He was a dust addict, so no friends.
But I'm still digging.
- Hey, let's get his face out to the whole department.
Blast it on social media. - Already on it.
- All right, and then we gotta contact the family
of the abducted guard. What do we know about her?
- Okay, Tianna Burrows, divorced, no kids.
Been a guard at Stateville for seven years, two merit awards.
Volunteers at the prison chapel on weekends.
- Whoa, CPIC's got a ping on Tianna's cell
triangulated to a block in Hermosa.
- Moving?
- No, it was five consecutive pings.
- Could have pulled over. - Or he dumped her body.
- All right, let's-- let's find out.
I'll loop in Adam.
- I'm gonna hold down the fort.
I'll reach out if I hear anything.
- Thanks, Trudy. - Appreciate you, Sarge.
- Hi, you've reached Jay.
- Jay, where are you?
- How we doing?
- Got a ping. Might be coming from there.
You good? - No.
My one good suit just became evidence.
Guard's blood's all over it.
- He gonna make it?
- It's just a wing to his shoulder
with his own damn gun.
- How did Wilken get out of those cuffs?
- I'm guessing he palmed a paper clip
at the defense table, something like that.
This is unbelievable.
I swear to God, Kim, this guy, this son of a bitch,
he'll gun down anyone in his path.
- And we'll find him.
- Yeah.
Yeah, ping's definitely coming from there.
Hailey, phone's hitting off an unmanned parking garage
on the corner of North Lowell and Armitage.
- I'm three blocks away.
Stand by. We'll all go in together.
If he's still there, he has a hostage.
Let's not escalate this if we don't have to.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- Let's go.
[whistles]
- Front's clear.
- All right, I got you.
- It's clear.
Tianna's phone. It's locked.
- Maybe she knew we could ping it.
- Yeah, leaving breadcrumbs.
- Smart, and would mean she's still alive.
- Don't stop.
Trudy updated us. Go ahead.
- Van's empty. A lot of blood, though.
Wilken's GSW is serious. We recovered the guard's phone.
- Well, let's get it to the lab.
Maybe Wilken made a call on it.
- Looks like Wilken forced Tianna to park here.
She resisted, wouldn't open the door.
He breaks the passenger window, takes her away.
We got this blood trail.
Guessing it's from Wilken leading
to this empty parking spot... - Where they vanish.
- Yeah. - Could be a carjacking.
- Or Wilken had a car waiting.
- Yo, Sarge, we got a meter maid
who saw a blue Honda pulling out erratically
about a half an hour ago.
Damn near hit a mom and a kid in the crosswalk.
- Black female driver, partial Illinois plate,
Adam, David, eight.
- Let's work that partial, keep working the scene.
Come on, we got a killer with a hostage.
Let's go.
- Where were you? You left early this morning.
- I was with Voight. - Oh, why?
- It's nothing important, I just couldn't really
call you back, that's all.
Come on, let's track this guy down.
[phone buzzes]
- Hey, Sarge.
Copy, yeah, we're real close to that.
Yeah, we're on our way.
Asset forfeiture got a hit on Tianna's debit card
15 minutes from here,
a credit card-only gas station at 17 and Kedzie.
- Good, good, good, good.
[tires squealing]
Ma'am, I'm Officer Ruzek. This is Officer Burgess.
- We're looking for this guy.
- That's the dude who escaped, right?
- Yeah, have you seen him?
- In the flesh, hell, no.
I would have called it in.
Guy's a grandma killer, right?
- Yes. - What about her?
- Her?
Yeah, she was here about 20 minutes ago.
What's she got to do with it?
- We need to see your security camera footage.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- What, is she buying bandages?
- Looks like it.
No, no, no, no, no.
Tell me I am not seeing what I'm seeing right now.
- Tianna's in on it.
♪
.
- Okay, the Honda comes back to a Todd Stanton, no sheet.
He reported it stolen a week ago in Edgewater.
- Okay, so we work the original car theft.
Maybe we can ID who's helping him.
- Yeah, send it over.
That was the Stateville warden.
He looped me into Tianna's HR profile.
So two years ago, her husband left her.
She slid into a depression, attempted suicide
with quetiapine pills she ripped from the infirmary.
- Wait, what the hell is quetiapine?
- Yeah, it's an antipsychotic and the sedative
they give to unruly cons.
So she got paid leave from work,
then got a clean bill of health, came back to work.
- Okay, so how did she get so close to Wilken?
- She counseled him weekly at the prison chapel.
- Counseled. - Exactly.
In hindsight, the warden thinks they were hooking up
in the confessional.
Warden sent over a note that Tianna
slipped into Wilken's pillow.
"I know God sent you to me.
"I know your heart beats true, and you are innocent.
"Always remember, I am your lamp.
Love, Ti." - She's his lamp?
- Lamp's from the Bible.
Book of Matthew. - Huh.
- "People do not light a lamp and put under a basket.
"Instead, they set it on a stand,
"and it gives light to all.
"In the same way, let your light shine
so everyone sees your good deeds."
- She's a true believer.
- Hmm. - She really believes in him.
- And that's where we're gonna focus.
Start cracking off search warrants.
Rip her life apart.
Let's find their escape plan.
- Just got a text from Tact. They found the Honda.
It's parked in a vacant lot at Flournoy and Austin.
It's unoccupied. They're holding a long eye.
- Flournoy and Austin?
Okay, there's a small motel at the end of the block.
Could be a good place to treat Wilken's gunshot wound.
- Let's hit it.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- Uh-oh. You see that?
Yo, Sarge, we got an empty Honda
and a lot of blood on the passenger seat.
- All right, just stay with it and stand by.
- Manager hasn't seen them but granted us full access,
gave us a vacancy list and a master key.
It's rooms 4, 7, 9, 12, and 26.
- Let's do it.
You ready? - Yep.
♪
- Clear.
Clear.
- Go.
Clear.
- Hey.
- Whoa, hey. That's not on the list.
There could be civilians in there.
- Kick it.
- Police! Chicago PD! [person screams]
- It's okay. - Chicago PD!
- Hey, are you all right? - What the hell are you doing?
- We're searching for a fugitive.
Are you okay? - Clear.
- Are you okay?
You all right? Are you all right?
- Yes.
- Sorry.
- Yo, Sarge. - Yeah.
- We hit the block where the Honda was parked,
mom and pop hardware store, security camera caught
Wilken and Tianna walking south away from the motel.
- 30 minutes ago, Sergeant.
- Maybe they ditched the Honda to steal another car.
- It's possible.
- Sarge, Tianna's a true believer.
Maybe she went to the Lord for help.
♪
Ma'am, CPD. You seen this woman?
[footsteps running]
♪
- Tianna, put your hands up.
- I--thank God you found me.
I was so scared.
- Keep your hands where I can see them.
We know you helped him. Where is he?
- I don't know.
- No, don't do it that way, Tianna.
You tell me where he is.
- I don't know.
- Boss, we've got Tianna. No sign of Wilken.
Tianna's not cooperating.
- Just find a way to get her to talk now.
- Copy.
I'm seeing a lot of empty PCP vials here, Tianna.
Wilken go to score more drugs?
- Not to score, no.
It's for the pain. He was shot.
He's not an addict.
- He had lethal doses of PCP in his system
when he killed that couple.
He is most definitely an addict.
- No, Dale is a righteous man who was framed by you.
Do not pretend you know him.
I know him. He's a good man.
- He's a career criminal.
Now, that's just a fact.
- Dale was an abused child abandoned by the system.
He's made mistakes. I know that.
But he's not a killer.
- He killed that couple.
- Were you there?
Were there any witnesses?
No, and no, just a gun.
We would not be here if you hadn't planted that gun.
- I did not--
All right, look.
You love him, right?
- With my whole heart.
God put us together. It's a part of his plan.
- Well, the police have a different plan.
Dale Wilken is a fleeing felon.
If things go bad, he will be shot on sight.
So if you love him, help him now,
and tell me where he is.
- No.
- Tianna, he shot the other guard.
- That wasn't supposed to happen.
I pray the Lord forgives you, Officer,
because you're going straight to hell
for destroying an innocent man.
I know Dale.
So there's no way I help you.
♪
.
- Wilken is a stone cold killer.
She thinks he's a saint.
- I think I can break her, boss.
Let me take another run at it. - No.
She ain't gonna break right now, Adam,
and I need you on the street.
We find Wilken, it's game over.
All right, Kev, get Torres up here to watch Tianna.
You cover the front, stay low.
Wilken shows, we pounce.
Come on. Let's go.
- Sarge, I got an addict here who said he sold
the pipe of dust to Wilken. - Why is he so chatty?
- Three priors for possession, flipped like a pancake.
He said the place they all go to score
is an abandoned mall on Fletcher half mile away.
Told Wilken all about it.
- How long ago did Wilken leave?
- 20 minutes.
- She's a peace officer shacking up
with a convicted murderer.
I can't believe how blind people can be sometimes.
[suspenseful music]
- Adam?
- I see him.
[spray paint spraying, rattling]
- Police, hey.
Keep your hands up.
- Man, I was-- - Shh, shh.
I don't care. Just shh.
You ever seen this guy before?
No? You're sure?
Well, he's armed and dangerous,
so you need to get the hell out of here.
So I want you to use that door.
You take off running. You don't look back.
You keep going, okay? You got it?
Go. Go.
Boss, we just started moving through the upper level.
- All right, copy, keep looking.
We're a quarter way through the lower level.
- Just one more taste, man, on the house.
- Do I look like a goddamn bartender?
- I get paid next week.
- Ain't gonna happen.
- Police, get your hands up.
- You heard him. Hands, hands!
- We just getting out of the heat.
- Hey, look, we're not here about the dope.
You seen this man?
- Nope. - Huh?
- Who's he?
- Just answer the question, or I'll make it about the dope.
Have you seen him?
Ah! - Hey!
- He asked you a question. - Yeah, yeah, okay.
- When, when?
- He wanted ten dippers.
- When? - About ten minutes ago.
Got what he came for, headed towards the old Horvat.
- All right, enough. - You lying to me?
- No! - Enough!
- Are you lying to me? - No, I swear!
- All right, enough! - I swear.
- He assaulted an officer.
- We gotta leave. Let's go. Let's go.
- Adam, Kim, sounds like Wilken's still here.
He's somewhere near the Horvat store.
We're going in right now.
♪
- Wait, wait. Don't shoot. Don't shoot.
- Shh, shh! - Man, I got nothing to steal!
- Stay down, stay down!
[gunshots]
- 10-1, 10-1, shots fired at the police.
Fugitive Dale Wilken fleeing out the south end
of the Horvat Mall. - Copy that.
- Kim, I'm moving. - Go!
50-21 Ida, Wilken is fleeing
out the south entrance of the mall.
Officer Burgess and I are in pursuit.
[gunshots] - Copy.
[tires squealing]
- 50-21 Eddie, I got a beige Chevy Malibu
taking off at a high rate of speed.
southbound on Cicero. - Police, we got you.
We got you. - Help.
- It's okay, ma'am, we're police.
- 50-21 Eddie, I'm on the location of the 10-1.
I've got a 10-year-old female, GSW to the abdomen.
- He shot my baby! - I need an ambo.
- He shot my baby. He shot my baby.
- It's okay. Hey, kiddo.
Hey, hey, kid.
I'm Adam. What's your name, sweetheart?
- Cloey. - Cloey?
Okay, you're gonna be all right, you hear me?
You're gonna be okay.
- ETA on that ambo? - Kim. Come here.
- Oh, God, no. God. - It's okay.
Hey, Cloey, look at me for a sec, okay?
Hey.
How old are you?
- Ten. - That's a good age.
We got a daughter named Makayla.
She's eight.
Do you like horses?
Yes, she does too. She likes all animals.
Hey, she gave me this.
She did. It's pretty cool, huh?
- Oh, God, no. - All right, here.
I want you to have it, okay?
It's okay. It's okay.
You just keep those eyes open.
Hey.
- Cloey, no! Cloey, no!
Cloey!
Help!
- Keep those eyes open. - Help her!
Help her!
Cloey!
[sobbing]
♪
- Where's my ambo?
- Cloey!
.
[door slams]
- This right here,
that's a little girl I met today.
Her name's Cloey, a fifth grader at Holy Cross.
- So?
- So this is what your boyfriend did to her.
She was in a car that he stole.
She was in his way, so he shot her in the belly.
I'm actually currently wearing Cloey's blood.
That's the real deal Wilken.
The man that did that.
He stole a little girl's future for a car.
So now Cloey will never laugh with her friends again.
She'll never hug her parents good night.
She'll never grow up, fall in love.
Cloey was an only child.
Miracle her parents prayed for,
and now she ain't ever coming home.
[apprehensive music]
All because of Dale Wilken.
♪
- You think I don't know what you're doing?
Cops lie in here all the time.
It's how y'all breathe.
That photo could be five years old.
That blood?
Come on.
You're playing games.
- Games, okay.
Okay, let's talk about games that people play.
The police raided your home, and they found love letters
that Dale wrote to you.
Here's one right here.
"Tianna, you make me feel like I'm home, baby.
"For the first time in my life, I don't feel so lost.
"I see hope in your eyes, and that gives me hope.
"I love you forever.
You and me until the end."
Must really love you.
- He does.
- Okay, this is another letter that Dale wrote to a woman
by the name of Britney Medica.
She's a dancer in Miami.
They've been corresponding for about two years.
He wrote this two or three days ago.
I'm sure you recognize that handwriting, yes?
"Brit, thanks for the call.
"Florida sounds amazing.
I had a dream that we might be together soon."
I'm actually gonna ask you to read the next part.
I highlighted it for you.
♪
- "You make me feel like I'm home, baby.
"For the first time in my life, I don't feel so lost.
I see hope."
- There's more women.
- Oh, God.
- Tianna, hear me now.
You were having a real hard time.
You were going through a difficult divorce.
You were lonely.
He knew you had a good heart. He saw that.
He saw that's who you were, and he exploited it.
It's what con men do.
It's not your fault.
But right now
is the time when we have to stop this man
from hurting anybody else.
Right now is the time where you have to help us.
Please, were you meeting anyone at the church?
- We went there 'cause Dale was in pain.
Couldn't go to the hospital.
Dale knew he could score drugs there,
and then he wanted more.
- Okay, so if Dale hadn't gotten shot, what was the plan?
- We were gonna meet up with his friend.
He was gonna give us money and a car.
We were gonna drive down to Florida.
- His friend, what was his name?
- Uh, he called him Hawk.
Said he lived in a house in Norridge.
Dale said they grew up together.
- All right.
- Did Dale really kill this little girl?
- Yeah.
- Mm.
Mm.
♪
- Hitting blanks with anyone Wilken met in prison,
and Hawk doesn't pop in a nickname database
or as a last name.
- Same for his high school-- not a damn thing.
- All right, how are we doing on his priors?
[phone rings] - Nothing yet.
- All right, keep digging.
- It's Med.
Hey, Will.
Oh, that's great.
The guard, Sadler, is out of surgery.
He's gonna be okay. - Cool.
- Yeah, Voight's fine.
I didn't know. No, you didn't tell me that.
- Sergeant. - Huh.
- At 19, Wilken got pinched for robbing a liquor store
with a dude named Ray Henski. - Okay.
- This is Henski's intake photo.
Hawk tattoo.
- What else do we know about him?
- 32, career criminal.
Did six years on an armed robbery.
Address in Norridge. - Nice.
- Good job.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- Yo, what was the car that Wilken carjacked again?
- Beige Chevy Malibu, school bumper sticker.
- Like that one?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
♪
Hey, vehicle is empty, Sarge.
We figure he probably parked it at a distance
and hoofed it to Henski's. - Keep close.
- Yeah, I'm thinking the same thing.
We're on Henski's block.
His Jeep's out front. Guessing someone's home.
- Hey, Kev, stay with the Malibu.
Adam, I'm in the alley behind the house.
Jay, Hailey, what's your 20?
- We're heading west on Lawrence, mile away.
- All right, hold there.
If he's got a car and he's heading to 294,
he's gonna go right past you.
- Copy that, Sarge. We're standing by.
What are we doing? Waiting him out?
- No, we don't know if he's in the house
or halfway to Florida.
All right, Adam, you and Kim move in.
See what you can find out.
- Chicago PD. Open up.
- Can I help you, officers?
- We're looking for Dale Wilken.
- Who? - We talked to Tianna.
We know he's here.
- Tianna, I don't know a Tianna.
I don't see a warrant.
- Yeah, well, Ray, we were hoping you'd be smart enough
to just let us in.
You know, save your own ass before it gets too late.
You know what I mean?
- Yeah, like I said, I don't know no Tianna.
I haven't spoken to Dale in years.
I think you need to step off my property.
I know my rights.
Did I stutter, policeman?
Step back!
♪
- Hey, you saw the gun in the gym bag, right?
- Was it a gun, or was it a blow dryer?
- He's a convicted felon. He can't own a gun.
We can move on that.
- Ah. - Adam!
- Not worth the risk, all right?
We'll find another way.
- Sarge. - Go for Voight.
- I saw a gun in plain view.
I'm moving in. - Kim.
- Don't you move! Hands up. - Hey! You got no right.
- We found a gun. Henski's in custody.
We need help clearing the house.
- All right, everyone move in.
♪
- Clear. - I got your back.
- Come on out, Wilken! It's over!
- Hall clear.
- Clear.
- Kitchen clear.
- Bedroom's clear!
- Sarge?
- Wilken was definitely here.
♪
.
- Last chance. Where's Wilken?
- I don't know. - You don't know.
Well, know this.
In Chicago, the accomplice gets the same punishment
as the fugitive.
That puts you on the hook for the murder
of a ten-year-old girl.
That's life.
- Or you work with us. It's your call.
- I want something in writing. - Screw it. Charge him.
- Let's go. - You're done.
- Whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa! - Get up.
I gave him some money, all right?
- What else, the car?
- I was gonna, but he changed the plan, okay?
He was paranoid as hell.
So I gave him a ride.
He packed his things into a duffel bag.
He said he was getting out of town.
- Where'd you take him?
Where'd you take him?
[suspenseful music]
♪
- Got eyes on you, Kim.
Target buses at gate 31, Miami bound,
leaves in three minutes.
- I see it.
- All right, driver's expecting you.
Get close if you can.
- Copy you.
- We'll move on your call.
♪
- Welcome aboard, ma'am.
- Is that your bag?
- No.
[toilet flushes]
- Sarge, I think he's in the bathroom.
- Can you clear any civilians?
- Copy.
- Hey, hey, Chicago PD, Chicago PD.
You're in danger. Get off the bus.
Get everybody off the bus. You understand?
Move, move, move.
Go, go, go.
Chicago PD!
Show me your hands, Wilken.
Put your hands in the air and walk towards me real slow.
You come towards me real slow, you understand?
Open the goddamn door, Wilken!
[gun shots]
- Get off the bus. Off the bus now.
- Get behind me. Behind my vest.
♪
- All the passengers are safe.
We recovered PCP and cash in Wilken's bag.
- All right, you handle the paper.
- Got it. Thanks.
Hey. - Hey.
- Voight's got me covering the paperwork,
so I'm gonna be here a bit longer.
See you at home?
- Hey, Jay, um,
when I was talking to Will earlier about the guard,
he mentioned that you and Voight were at Med,
and he worked on Voight's wound.
So that's what you were doing this morning?
- His stitches reopened,
and we didn't want to get him benched,
so we had Will take care of it off book.
- You could have told me that.
- I know.
- Why didn't you?
Just--I don't know, I just feel like--
I feel like lately--
it just doesn't feel like you, doesn't feel like us.
- I didn't want to drag you into it.
I'm trying to protect you.
I mean, technically, it's illegal.
That's all it is.
See you at home, okay?
[apprehensive music]
♪
- Hey, Sarge.
Pack's complete. Chief's got his copy.
I hand-delivered one to IRT.
- You could have texted me that.
- [scoffs] Yeah, well, the word is,
Bench found a couple bottles of Van Winkle
that fell off the back of a truck.
- That word is true.
- So you gonna leave me hanging?
- Coming right up.
- How's your shoulder?
- It's fine.
It's all fine.
- What do you think?
- Looks like the leaning tower of birdhouses.
- You are right. - Yeah.
- I can fix that. That's easy.
Better? - Yeah.
Mack will love it.
What year was this house built?
- I don't know.
Something like 1955, something like that.
- Yeah, it looks it.
- [chuckles]
- It needs work.
- Well, but just a little.
- I mean, even more than that.
Needs life, family.
- What's that mean?
[soft sentimental music]
- Um, we're moving in.
- For real?
- [chuckles]
- Really?
- Yeah, it was--I'm--
hey, I'm mostly doing it for Makayla.
- Okay.
- She won't stop yakking about it every night,
and I can't sleep.
She's got five different designs for her bedroom.
Currently working with a green rabbit motif.
- [chuckles] All right.
I like it.
- You know, our child psychologist,
she always talked about how Makayla needed
stability over everything.
- I know, I know, I know, I know.
And she doesn't need a wild-man cop,
17 CRs in her life.
- No, no, no.
I was wrong.
You've proven yourself time and time again.
You're stable with her.
I believe in you, Adam.
I do.
And I'm sorry if it hasn't always felt that way.
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
[wolf howls]