.
[apprehensive music]
♪
- Cameras, COHs, bugs--
basically, anything we do long term to invade a life,
it's all gonna go right here,
which means that you have to stamp it by the second.
You do not want to sift through hours
of footage of people's lives.
Trust me on that one.
- Is Jay really gone?
- Yeah, I think--
I think so.
Anyway--
- Here's the good part.
I'ma teach you how to break into a house
and then bug the place to kingdom come.
Here--so we use this right here,
infiltrate a whole block.
- Hey, leave those there.
I got you, kid.
I was kid around here for seven years.
You're taking it now.
The most important thing is, you get to us a unit.
You know what I mean?
I'm sure everyone else is going deep on the details.
Honestly, far as I'm concerned,
just don't be the dick that drinks all the coffee
and doesn't brew another pot, you know what I'm saying?
No one likes that guy.
Also, never eat my food--
not ever.
- That everything?
- Yeah, I think so.
♪
It's gonna be real strange around here for a while
without Jay.
It's just...
Gonna be real strange.
[phone buzzes]
- Hey, Torres?
Platt wants you.
- Do you remember signing in these evidence bags
last week right after the Begman bust?
- Yes, ma'am. - Good.
Do you also remember entering these evidence bags
into mylogbook last week?
- No, ma'am.
- I do not keep this book for fun, Officer Torres.
I keep it so that it'll cover your ass
in the off chance something goes wrong down the line.
So if I were you... [phone buzzing]
I would fix this little oversight
as soon as possible.
[phone buzzing]
[indistinct chatter]
[dance music playing]
♪
- Yo, Dany.
Walk right by, no hello?
- 'Sup, Mia?
Janie.
- Come drink with us.
- Nah, I--I can't.
- Please, Officer?
- Another night.
Rain check.
[speaking Spanish]
- [speaking Spanish]
[suspenseful music]
♪
- Provi, you home?
Provi!
Provi.
Provi!
Provi.
Provi!
♪
Yeah, yes?
I got a--I got a body, female victim, 40s, GSW--
a--suspected robbery.
I need a crime lab.
I need a--I need--
I need backup to clear.
Yes.
50-21 Ocean.
I'm with Intelligence.
She was calling me for help.
♪
- All right, explain it to me. You caught this.
- I've known the victim all my life.
She--she's lived here all my life.
- Uh-huh.
But her last call was to you? - Yeah.
- I take care of problems around here.
- Uh-huh.
- I think she called me for help, and...
I never answered.
- Huh.
If Intelligence takes this case,
it could get complicated for you.
You need to know that.
And we follow it wherever it goes.
It won't matter that you live here.
You understand what I'm saying?
- Yes, sir.
I get it.
- All right.
Let's call in the rest of the team.
♪
- I don't know, man.
Sure looks like a robbery gone wrong.
Busted the door, ransacked the place,
looking for something.
He was looking for jewels, cash?
- No, Provi didn't have any money.
- Maybe that's why they beat her.
Notice this.
Defensive wounds on her hands,
which means she probably fought back.
We might get lucky with DNA.
- Well, I hope so 'cause we've got no cameras in the complex
and no witnesses so far--
at least none that are willing to talk.
We should do a full workup on that.
[somber music]
- Got something.
- Oh.
Give me that.
Are these Glock switches? - Uh-huh.
Those things are going for 3 grand apiece
on the streets right now.
- Yeah, it's a small price to turn a semi-auto
into a fully auto.
- Ah, this doesn't make sense.
Provi's not in the game.
She's good people.
- People are a lot of things.
You might not know her as good as you think you do.
♪
- Providencia Marín, 48, single, no children.
ME puts the time of death around early evening.
She was an elementary school teacher for a decade
until health problems kept her home last year.
- She still volunteers a couple days a week at St. Joseph's.
- Huh.
- So why does she have the switches?
Those things put out a full mag in 0.5 seconds,
and gangs are the main ones using them right now.
- Got a hit.
Patrol turned up a security cam down the block.
Now, the footage is too crappy to make out the driver,
but the vehicle is registered to Ramiro Diaz, 24.
He's an up-and-coming street dealer
for the Vaqueros One-Eights.
Speeding right past Provi's near time of death.
And this guy right here, he's got priors
for robbery and assault. - Good, good.
Kev, you and Torres, find Ramiro, shake him.
See if something falls out.
- Mm-hm.
[indistinct chatter]
- Ramiro Diaz?
- That's me.
- We have some questions for you.
- Always do.
- Yesterday, early evening, where were you?
- Around.
I'm a busy guy.
- Uh-huh.
Is that why your car was seen speeding away
from the Claremont Houses?
- Nah, man, I ain't kill no lady.
- Killed a lady?
I didn't say nothing about killing a lady.
Did you say something about killing a lady?
- Didn't need to.
Whole damn block heard.
We got the news faster than you.
- Chuey. - Okay.
Well, if that is the case, then how about you, Chuey,
and rest of the boys meet us over there at the district.
You can tell me what you heard. I'll tell you what I heard.
We can figure this thing out.
- I ain't going anywhere with no one.
I already told you I didn't kill no one.
I've seen you around, around the neighborhood.
- 21st and Loomis.
- So you're the one, the guy. [laughs]
You know, we've been told by the old timers
to avoid your building out of respect.
But you roll up in here accusing me,
treating me like a bitch.
Where's my respect, guy?
- Yo, a woman's dead.
[suspenseful music]
If you know anything--
- If I know anything?
Come on, 21st and Loomis, enough cop talk.
What you really wanna say?
- It's in your best interest to cooperate.
- Well, I say screw your interests.
Screw your murder.
And screw you...
[spits]
Cop.
- Okay, look, if you don't want to help, that's fine.
But respectfully, I'ma have to pop you for the bag of weed
you got in your pocket--
over 30 grams, I'm sure.
- All right, Ramiro, step back. We're not causing--
- Nah, nah, nah, I got this.
This is how you wanna handle this?
Hiding behind that badge like some weak-ass coward?
Come on. I heard of you.
You can do better. - Whoa! Hey, hey, hey!
- And that's battery on a police officer, my guy.
How about that?
- What the hell? - Oh, you know what the hell.
Don't say what the hell like that.
He done pushed a police officer.
You gotta relax.
♪
.
[chair squeaks]
- You had to be a man real early.
Just you, your little sister, your grandma.
How old is she now?
She 68?
Not a lot of time left with her.
It's a shame you have to spend it in prison.
- You know, I know things about you too.
- Is that right?
- Where you live, where your mom lives.
You want to jam me up, fine.
But I'll let everybody back home know
where you really stand.
No more free passes.
[tense music]
♪
- Huh.
- This woman was a lady just like your sister,
your grandma.
She wasn't in the game.
- And I didn't kill her.
- Then who did?
You want to mad dog me, go toe-to-toe with me,
that's fine.
But give me something real.
Tell me who killed her because we both know
she didn't deserve that.
- No, she didn't.
But it's being handled.
- Yeah, why are you guys handling it?
- You don't got to worry about that, 21st and Loomis.
- One-Eights recruiting school teachers now?
Was she holding your Glock switches?
Why are you guys handling it?
- I'm done.
I got an alibi.
I was picking up my girl--
never got out my car.
We went to the movies.
You go ask her.
And get me a damn lawyer.
- So Sarge, the girlfriend said
that he picked her up two blocks away,
and they went straight to the movies.
I'm still waiting on security footage from the theater,
but this ain't got nothing with Ramiro.
- Povi's phone records came through.
Okay, so day of the murder,
Provi made multiple calls to you, Torres.
But she also got five incoming calls
and a text from this guy.
- Quico? Yeah, I know his sister Mia.
His family lives on my block.
- Yeah, that's the one, Quico Ramos--
scattered gang ties, not truly plugged in.
But he's got multiple armed robbery charges,
one, a suspected stash house rep.
- Rep of who?
- One-Eights.
So the day of the murder,
Quico calls Provi multiple times and sends this text,
"You need to let me in."
An hour later, GPS pings his phone
to Provi's block at time of death.
- Bring him in right now.
- Well, I'm gonna keep it real with you.
It ain't easy working a case in your hood with your people.
I've been there.
It can shake you up.
You get calls a lot from people on your block?
- Yeah, for help.
- Like off-the-record type help?
- People don't trust the police.
And police don't trust the people, so I just--
I take care of whatever problems I can, you know?
- Mm-hm.
How?
- Units on the citywide,
we're getting multiple calls of shots fired,
automatic weapons from inside 1831 West Racine.
- That's where we headed, right?
- Yeah, that's Quico's building.
[siren wailing]
[tense music]
[gunfire]
- Down, down, down, down!
Policia! Policia!
- Chicago PD!
- Quico!
- Hey, stay right there. Stay right there. Don't move.
- Go, go!
- [grunting] - Come here.
- You good? - Come here.
- You good? - Yeah, I'm good. I'm good.
10-1, 10-1, shots fired at the police...
- [yelling in Spanish]
♪
- Torres, whoa!
Hold up!
All right, you stay right there, you good.
Damn!
[tires screeching]
♪
- Chicago PD, drop your weapon!
Drop it!
Drop your weapon now!
Don't do it.
[gunshots]
♪
.
- Shooter's name is Javier Gomez,
born and raised in Pilsen.
Prints popped--he's indexed as a hitter for the One-Eights.
- Came for Quico?
- He kicked in the back door and opened fire
and chased him through the building.
- All right, well, where's Quico now?
- In the wind--by the time we rolled on the scene,
he was already running.
- All right, talk to me, Kev.
- We recovered a 9-millimeter off of Gomez
modified with the switch.
The One-Eights are trying to police Miss Provi's murder.
They're gonna kill Quico for it.
- Huh.
A wonder they didn't kill anyone else in the process.
Well, the One-Eights are gonna keep coming for Quico,
so we find him first.
Let's move.
- We having our rain check now?
You're gonna buy me my drink?
I ain't supposed to drink on the job,
but you know, I'ma take it.
- I'm not supposed to drink on the job, either.
Quico.
- No, I'm not talking to you about my brother.
- He's in trouble.
I'm guessing you already know that by now.
- Yeah, he's always in trouble.
- The One-Eights want him dead for murder.
- He didn't kill Provi.
- Okay, then tell me where he's at.
- Not talking to a cop about my brother.
I'm not.
- Yeah, since when am I just a cop?
- You wearing a badge right now?
- You always talk to me, Mia.
Everybody always talks to me.
- Yeah, and you never worked the block before.
[suspenseful music]
- He's in trouble, okay?
They want him dead.
He's not safe.
He's safer with me.
Okay, okay, all right, I'm--
I'm sorry.
Look, you can't expect me to get it right
the first time I work the block.
Okay, I'm trying to look out for us.
- Well, that's not looking out.
- Okay.
Okay.
[apprehensive music]
♪
So... [chuckles]
When do you get off?
Okay, I'll--I'll throw some food in with our drinks.
- You're an idiot.
You can't go from pissing me off to hitting on me.
- Right, so, um, we have to do it here, though,
'cause um, I want the discount.
- [laughs]
- Come on, we--
We like food.
- I'm off in a couple hours.
[light sentimental music]
♪
- You were obsessed with him.
- So what?
Mr. Callahan was... [whispers] Fine.
- Yeah. He was 45.
- Yeah, but remember those turtlenecks he wore?
- Wait, why are you saying it like that?
- [chuckles] Because he filled them out.
- Like what? Like--like, in his neck?
- [laughs] You should start wearing them.
Your damn white tee thing is insane.
- I'm not wearing a turtleneck.
- Good.
'Cause I'm--I'd be done for.
- Oh, yeah?
- Mm.
[phone buzzing]
[suspenseful music]
- Hey, Gail. - Yeah?
- You mind grabbing us two more?
- Mm-hmm.
- We are having another round, yeah?
- Yeah.
- Great.
- Yeah. Great.
- Uh, I'm gonna hit the bathroom.
- Yeah.
♪
- All right.
Kid's pretty good, right? - Mm-hm.
- Let's see if Mia's heard from big brother.
[phone buzzing]
♪
- Come on.
- Yo, Torres, what's wrong, man?
- I gotta get home. Something's going on.
- What? What is going on? Just talk to me.
- No, I'm not gonna miss it again.
I'll call Mia. I'll be right back.
♪
- What the hell was that?
- I have no idea.
Try to get him on the horn one more time.
I'm gonna go inside and get some eyes.
[tires screeching]
♪
[alarm blaring]
- Ma! Está bien?Ma?
- Hey.
- Ma, está bien?
- [speaking Spanish]
- Yo, Ruze, I got a Latino, 6 feet, running out the back.
Grab him up.
[alarm beeping]
- [speaking Spanish]
- [coughing]
- Hey. - [crying]
- Hey, hey, miss, are you okay?
All right? I'm police. He's gone.
Nobody here's gonna hurt you.
- [crying]
- 23-21 David, I need an ambulance at 3879 Bel.
- I don't need your ambulance.
- Okay. You're okay.
- [crying, coughing]
- Mia?
Mia, can you look at me?
Try to breathe.
- [breathing heavily]
- There you go.
There you go.
- You're police?
- Yes.
Why--why do you know my name?
♪
.
- Yo, Torres-- Torres, slow down.
Slow down. Slow down. - I messed up. I messed up.
- Stop. - I messed up.
If I'd have been there--
- The same thing would've happened.
- No. No, I saw that guy at the bar.
I saw him, and I would have stopped it.
- Stop. Stop.
Breathe, okay?
Especially before you go over there
and talk to her, breathe.
Breathe.
She's gonna be okay.
He went in there looking for her brother,
not trying to kill her.
All he wanted was info.
She's gonna be okay.
- Hey.
What the hell happened?
- It all happened pretty fast, Sarge.
She got jammed up in the bathroom,
didn't get a ID on him.
He's in the wind right now,
but Ruze is conducting a search as we speak.
- Uh-huh.
- She said he went in there looking
for her brother Quico, asking where he was.
She didn't tell him, didn't tell us.
- Okay, Kev, I'm done with this.
Torres.
No more hand-holding.
You get Mia to talk now.
Or we're gonna find a reason
to bring her in and make her talk,
you understand me?
- Hey, you know what?
You don't have to cover for me.
You don't do that, okay? You don't cover for me.
If I mess up, I own it.
- Everything okay at the house?
- What?
- Why you took off--
is everything okay? Everybody all right?
- Yeah, no. It's--it was my ma.
I thought it was gonna be like Provi.
- Okay. - You know?
- Yeah.
Look, was I wrong?
Did I lie?
Working in your hood is gonna shake you up.
But I got your back on that.
I'm here for you, whether you want me to be or not.
I got you.
- Thank you.
- No need to thank me.
Just make it right, and make sure nobody else gets hurt.
You got it.
- Is--is--is she all right for you to give us a minute?
- Mm-hmm.
- You had police watching me?
What was the plan, exactly?
You get me drunk,
make me start talking about my brother?
Get out.
I'm not ever gonna talk to you.
- Quico killed Provi.
- He didn't.
- We have calls and texts to her.
We have his GPS.
Why do you think the One-Eights are policing him?
- I don't gotta talk to you.
- Look at your face.
They beat your face in.
Why do you think they're doing that?
- My brother is not a killer.
- If that's true, then I'll help him.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- Which one of you is gonna help?
[apprehensive music]
The kid I grew up with,
the one who beat up pricks for me,
ran junkies off my ma's doorstep,
kid who made a deal with the One-Eights?
Or is it the cop
who just tried to work me?
'Cause you can't be both.
- Yes, I can.
- No. - Yes.
Yes, I can.
Otherwise, I wouldn't be doing this job.
Let me help.
If you're convinced he didn't kill anybody,
then I'll protect him.
I will.
'Cause we protect our own.
Haven't I always done that?
Protected everyone the best I can?
♪
I am better for him
than any One-Eight or any other cop.
- You promise you'll protect him?
- Yes.
- I don't know where he is, um,
but he texted me from a new number.
♪
[suspenseful music]
♪
- All right, should be right around here somewhere.
- Sarge, Quico's burner phone is pinging around the yard.
- Yeah, copy you.
Just keep your eyes open.
- We move in slow.
- We're going left.
♪
[train horn blaring]
[metal clanks]
I'm going up. You go around.
♪
- Quico! Stop!
- Quico's running toward the water north side of the yard.
- Copy you.
- Quico! [speaking Spanish]
Quico!
Hey!
Stop! No! Hey, hey, stop! Stop!
Drop it! Drop it right now!
Drop it right now!
Hey, I got it, I got it. Don't shoot.
Don't shoot. I got it.
Look at me. Look at me right now, homey.
Look at me. Look at me.
My name is Dante Torres, okay?
I live in the Claremont Houses right down the block from you.
21st and Loomis.
♪
Me and Mia--always me and Mia running around.
You know me.
Your sister, she sent me here to help you.
Drop the weapon, and let me help you.
Hey.
You don't die like this.
♪
- 50-21 David, offender in custody.
We're bringing him in.
.
- Can't you at least take these cuffs off me?
- Just don't move, or you're gonna rub your wrists raw.
- Then the photos, at least? I don't want to see that.
- It seems your gun doesn't match
the one that killed Provi.
She was murdered with a .45.
- See?
See?
I'm innocent.
- No, it's not that easy.
I have made charges stick with a whole lot less than that.
This is the part where you start talking.
- I didn't kill Provi. - Mm-hm.
- The One-Eights did. - All right, who?
Look, if we're gonna go with "somebody else did it,"
I am gonna need an actual name.
- I can't give you a name, man.
- Quico, the One-Eights are already trying to kill you.
- And I ain't gonna give them another reason.
- Are you kidding me, even after what
they did to your sister?
What kind of man are you?
- What the hell's he talking about?
What'd they do to Mia?
- He doesn't know, huh?
See, they were looking for you,
but they found her.
Mm-hm.
[apprehensive music]
- It wasn't supposed to happen like this.
Nobody was supposed to get hurt.
I swear.
- Yeah, well, they sure did, though.
They did.
- Quico.
- I stole the switches, okay?
I stole them from the One-Eights.
You know, I figured it'd be easy money.
No one would know.
I don't know, I guess word got out, so I hid them.
- At Provi's.
- Yeah.
I was helping her bring groceries in.
I stashed them when she wasn't looking.
I thought I'd wait it out.
But the One-Eights got wise, said they were gonna hurt me,
so I promised to get it all back.
And I called her to explain a bunch of times.
But Provi didn't understand.
And she wouldn't let us in.
She was scared and crying.
So I kicked the door down.
- Okay, you said the One-Eights killed her.
- They did.
- All right, but you were there?
You were there in the apartment when it happened.
You said you broke the door down, right?
Huh?
- I don't wanna talk anymore.
All right.
♪
- I promised Mia I'd protect you.
And I will.
I'll help you.
You know me.
- I just wanted to fix things.
But she wouldn't open the door for us,
so I broke the door open.
Chuey pushed inside.
- Chuey?
- Provi, she just...
- Chuey Santiago. - She fought back.
- Me and Torres met him at the course with Ramiro.
He's with the One-Eights.
- All right.
- He started hitting her.
And he shot her. Chuey.
I ran.
I ran away.
I knew he was gonna kill me
as soon as he got the switches back.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
♪
[tense music]
♪
- Chicago PD!
- Chicago PD! Chuey, stop!
[gunshots]
Cover left! Cover left!
- I got you, I got you, I got you.
Move.
♪
[apprehensive music]
♪
- You promised.
You promised to help him.
- I know.
- 20 years?
My brother gets 20 years for felony murder?
20 years for not even pulling the trigger?
That's your help?
♪
Nothing to say?
You're not even gonna tell me I'm wrong?
You're just gonna stay silent?
- I'm sorry.
♪
[tense music]
♪
You know this courtyard's off limits.
- For a deal you was forced to make
when you were a little boy?
Nah, no more.
You don't get to police this place no more.
The other cops own you now,
so it's time for you and mami to move on.
♪
- [grunting]
[yelling]
♪
[tense music]
♪
[wolf howls]