09x06 - End of Watch

[bunniefuu]

Welcome home.

- How you doing, Bench?
- Your bourbon neat?

Yeah, you know it.

Having a slow night in here, huh, Bench?

Slow month.

Really? Sorry to hear that.

- The table's ready.
- Yeah?

Guys already back there?

- Yep.
- Thanks, brother.

Evening, fellas.

- Hey.
- Hi, buddy.

- How we doing tonight?
- How we doing?

Where the hell is Falcone?

- Canceled.
- Same with Kato.

Again?

- Come on.
- I ain't worried.

Only means I get to take your money.

- Ha.
- Now...

Ay, uh, would you mind
sitting down already?

I just got here. Take it easy, jeez.

Come on, let's play.

I got a : with my wife.

Oh, no, I don't even
wanna know what that means.

When you've been married
as long as I have,

you learn that this is the way
things are done.

- You plan these things...
- No way.

What's the buy-in?

- Two?
- Two bucks.

- All right, let's go.
- All right.

Three tags in one day.

Double up.

All three corner kings.

I'm driving around with a big
ass crown across my hood.

See, how the hell does that even happen?

- I understand one, but three?
- Yeah.

- Three?
- They did the jewels in Sharpie.

You know how hard that is to buff out?

Yeah, I wish I coulda seen
you driving that thing.

Still can, ain't come out.

Supervisor says
it's not worth the trouble

to find the guys.

- Come on.
- Guess they own my squad now.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me,
not tonight.

Oh, don't tell me you got called in.

No, it's Kim.

Makayla's having a meltdown.

The neighbor dog ate
her platypus stuffed animal.

She can't sleep without it.

Burgess or Makayla?

Ha, you're a funny man, Banks.

No, they'll be all right.
Come on, you're not leaving.

What do you want me to do?
Kim's stuck at home.

I gotta go get a new one.
The kid needs it.

We've got minutes still.

minutes till when?

Till your : ?

When you sleep with your wife?

I gotta go. I'm sorry, boys.

I love you. I'll see you later.

- All right.
- Ta-ta.

She's gonna love it.

How old's your daughter?

Uh, she's actually not my, uh...

- Uh, she's seven.
- Oh.

Thank you.

Shut up, shut up!

This is Officer Adam Ruzek.

Badge number .

I'm at the Michigan and Balboa mall.

Armed robbery in progress,
sh*ts fired by the offender,

civilian down...
I need an ambo right now.

Ladies, come towards me.

Come towards me right now, come on.

Shut up!

Keep moving, keep moving.

Guy's got a g*n. sh**t him!

- sh**t him!
- No!

Chicago PD, you let her go!

Let her go right now!

Let her go!

Stop! Stop right there!

Drop the g*n!

Ma'am, stay right there. Stay down.

squad, this is Sergeant Hill.

Sergeant, I'm Ruzek, Intelligence.

squad on the scene
of the armed robbery.

Got two masked offenders
fleeing eastbound on foot.

Hey, hold up! Too many civilians.

That's an order! Terminate the pursuit!

Orders coming through!

There's too many civilians out here.

, I need an ambo

at State and Monroe.

I got a civilian struck by a vehicle.

The offenders from the robbery
fled in a black sedan.

I got a partial plate...

Charlie.

- Copy that, ambo en route.
- Help is on the way.

Guys, back up so she can breathe.

There will be no pursuit
of that vehicle.

We don't need anyone else
getting hurt tonight.

- Help is on the way.
- Ma'am...

Hey, you go shut that street down.

Now!

I'm right here.

Don't move, okay?

One of the skull masks
sh**t at me three times.

They come out that exit right there,

run down this way, I gave chase.

That's when the woman
got hit by the car?

Yeah, she's on her way to Med right now.

No major injuries,
but possible concussion.

Patrol sergeant said he ordered you

to terminate the chase.

You disobeyed.

Boss, these guys had just...

sh*t an innocent man,
terrorized a store.

It was brazen as hell.

I wasn't gonna stop.

The man did nothing wrong.

- It's his call.
- No, I know.

So it's a good thing
you didn't hear him.

All right, you get a look
at the offenders?

Both white, tall.

I didn't get a look at the driver.

- Hey, man, you okay?
- Yeah, yeah.

You guys get anything on the car?

Stolen, no sign of it yet.

I talked to a few witnesses.

No good description of the offenders.

All right, check PODs and cameras.

- Maybe get lucky on facial rec.
- All right, yeah.

- Okay.
- Evening, boys.

Oh, Detective Ortiz.

Something tells me
you're not down here shopping.

Not tonight, Hank, no.

Ruz.

It's good to see you, buddy.

What, you're not eating?
Why you so thin?

Sorry, gotta watch
my girlish figure, you know?

- How's Mary doing?
- Better.

Chemo and prayers seem to be helping.

I'm not sure in which order, but...

- You give her my best.
- Yeah.

You working this crew?

Yeah, it's their fourth
smash-and-grab in a month.

All Gold Coast.

- Hmm.
- I heard the word "skulls"

on the radio.

Two inside, one with a hammer,
one with a bag?

That's exactly right.

So you got any suspects?

Yeah, we think at least one
of them is a meth head.

Techs found residue on a cash register

in a jewelry store on State.

In other words, you've got nothing.

Ouch, man.

Why don't we work
this one together, Sal?

I'd like that.

So we got three offenders.

The shells from the jewelry store hit

matched the w*apon
in all three prior robberies.

Was anyone k*lled in those?

No, no, no, security guard's
our first victim.

These guys like high-end,
especially watches.

Think expensive Rolexes and Pateks.

Copy high-end.
You got a line on the fences?

No, no, but they're
definitely dumping them.

We found one of the Pateks on eBay.

They always wear the rubber skull masks.

Lead skull carries a semiauto.

Skull number two does

the smash-and-grab
with a mini sledgehammer.

Skull number three, that's the driver.

- They always stolen vehicles?
- Every one of 'em, Hank.

They must be getting them
through a chop shop quick.

Getting lucky on PODs, I don't know.

Well, their luck just ran
out... must've felt the heat.

Patrol found their getaway vehicle

- abandoned in Pilsen.
- Okay, good.

Kim, you and Adam check it out.

Sal.

Why do I know that guy's name?

Sal Ortiz, I feel like
it's very familiar.

He's a legend.

Once he got a life-saving award

for performing CPR on a baby
while he was being fired at

by two G-Parks.

Wow, I mean, that's amazing.

- I know, right?
- Yeah.

I know you've heard me
talk about him before.

I've known him since I'm a kid.

He's the complete opposite of my dad.

I mean, this guy is like the real deal.

- Nice.
- Hey, Burgess?

- Yeah?
- Can you give me a second

with Officer Ruzek?

Good luck.

You make me nervous
you talking all formal.

- What's going on?
- A fresh CR

with your name on it.

Sergeant on the scene filed a beef.

You disobeyed his order

on the new foot-chase directive.

What new foot-chase directive?

The one you signed last week.

- I did?
- And well, there you go.

My point exactly.

Adam, this is serious.
IAD wants to meet.

You got hours to respond.

Call your FOP guy,
and get your ducks in a row.

I will.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Did you actually read
this new chase directive?

I feel like we get
a new directive every week now.

Yeah, it was two paragraphs.

I managed to make it through.

All right, what'd it say?

I gotta ask permission
to chase bad guys?

No, the point's just de-escalation.

I know, I just...

I don't know what else I
would've done in that situation.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You guys with Intelligence?

Yeah, you got something?

I'm not a trained narcotic canine,

but my nose never fails me.

I thought the vehicle
smelled like cat pee

at first, but there's no cat hair.

- Okay.
- You know what has

the same odor as cat pee?

Enlighten me.

Raw crystal meth.

Found this plastic meth packet
under the driver's seat.

Nice.

You guys know who owns the car?

Yeah, a retired librarian.

That's good because I pulled a print.

And it's definitely not
from a librarian.

All right, meet Paul Lambert.

Looks like he's the driver
for the skull crew.

He's got three assaults on his sheet...

All of which took place
in the White Sox parking lot,

which has to be some sort of record.

The second one
he actually pulled a Kn*fe.

You got a LKA for this genius?

Rehab center in Gary,

but that's from a year ago.

Looks like he's been off
the radar since.

All right, family here in Chicago,

known associates,
corner he buys his dope?

We tried, but we got nothing.

We did get a cell number
from the rehab center.

Sal's been doing some digging.

Yeah, records show
that, after every robbery,

ol' Lambert calls the same number,

and that number belongs
to a Timothy Skiles.

Owns a pawn shop in Lawndale.

All right, Timothy?

S-k-i-I-e-s.

Yeah, here we go.
This guy's got a sheet.

He got pinched twice
for selling stolen property.

Lost his pawn license,

then he got it reinstated a year ago.

Lambert called him an hour ago.

Well, that's good.
Why don't we ping Lambert's cell?

Can't, shuts it off after calls.

All right, so we find him another way.

We sit on Skiles' pawn shop.

Wait for Lambert
to either reach out or show up.

Loop in Burgess and Atwater.

You got it, boss.

Here comes Skiles.

Sarge, Skiles is on the move.

He's carrying a duffel bag.

Headed to a black SUV set up

to go southbound on Cicero.

We'll wait for a buffer and then fellow.

- Copy that.
- Let's go.

Mm-hmm.

All right, Kim,
we just got onto Latrobe.

Keep calling it out
so we can stay parallel, yeah?

Copy you, we got eyes,
number two lane rolling south.

I heard IAD's got a beef on you.

Yeah.

You need anything, just say the word.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Appreciate that, man.

Strange times, man.

I can't believe I'm saying it,

but as much as it's gonna
break my sorry-ass heart

to leave all this...

I got that itch now for retirement.

Really?

Oh, man, I'm surprised to hear that.

Promise me you're not gonna laugh.

Okay, I won't laugh.

We are going to take up tap dancing.

That's cool. Cool, cool, cool, cool.

Everybody's gotta have hobbies, right?

Put on a show. I'll sell tickets.

We could do a little fundraiser.

Prick.

We got Skiles pulling
into an abandoned factory.

West th Street.
We're going on foot.

Copy that,
we're gonna cover the west end.

I got a silver sedan.

Illinois tags, Eddie Paul Sam ,

coming your way, Kim.

Copy, Sarge, we got him in the pocket.

He just hopped out the car

with a black bag, walking
right into the building.

All right, we wait for them
to make the exchange.

Kim, Kev, the three of us
will move inside.

Copy that.

Sal, you and Adam cover the back.

Copy you, boss.

Sure you weren't followed?

No way, relax.

Chicago PD!

Get him! I got Skiles.

Get those hands up.

High! Where they are!

I'm going low.
Cover me, cover me, cover me.

Adam, he's coming your way!

Stop moving... we will sh**t!

Go around.

Go that way.

Go, go, go.

Sal, you good? I don't have eyes!

Sal, where are you, man?
I'm pinned down here.

Sal!

Ortiz?

Chicago PD, don't you move!

You drop your w*apon...

Adam?

- He's gone.
- You okay?

Yeah.

Are you?

I'm good, yeah.

I thought Lambert ran
into the assembly room.

I got all spun around in there.

I think you just wanted me
to have all the glory for myself.

Hey, I'm serious. I let you down.

I should've gotten there
a hell of a lot quicker...

It's all good, Sal.

I got no holes in me.

I know you'd never hold back.

Could happen to any one of us.

All's forgiven, Sally.

Oh, yeah, yeah, all's forgiven?

Yeah, let's fire that nickname up again.

- It'd be a pleasure.
- Why not?

Skiles had in boss money.

Yeah, yeah, let's see what
Lambert brought to the table.

- Hmm.
- May I?

Yeah.

Franck Muller, gold trim.

That was definitely lifted
from the mall.

- Skiles talking?
- Hell nah.

But he hasn't lawyered up yet.

Okay, good. Get him in the box.

Press the hell out of him.

Told you, I got a call.

Man wanted to meet,
sell me some watches.

You never met this man before?

No.

So you went on a ride with K

to an abandoned factory
to meet a guy you don't know?

Hmm? That's a hell of a first date.

Okay, Timmy.

These are records
of phone calls between you

and Paul Lambert.
Now not only did you know him,

but he almost always seemed to call you

right after a robbery.

We could go get you an actual shovel

if you want to keep digging.

I got nothing more to say.

Well, I got something to say.

Four armed robberies,

a dead security guard,
a dead Paul Lambert...

Now we tie you to fencing
their stolen goods, ooh...

State's attorney?

They're gonna push
for felony m*rder, Timmy.

All we need is names.

People give names in Chicago...

they end up in the lake.

- I want my lawyer...
- Don't do that.

Timmy, we're your best sh*t here.

Lawyer.

All right.

Yeah.

Thank you, sir.

What's up?

FOP lawyer, I get to go to IRT tomorrow.

About the chase directive?

No, about the Lambert sh**t.

Well, that'll be routine.

Will it?

I sh*t and k*lled Lambert

because he was trying to k*ll me.

Now I gotta spend four hours
defending myself?

We were all there. We saw what happened.

It will be fine.

I hope Sal will back me up.

Of course he will.

He's been on the job a long time.

He was Vice before
Robbery-Homicide, right?

Yeah, I think for a bit.

- Why?
- No, I'm just curious.

Sarge, we got something on Lambert.

Turns out he has a CTA Ventra card.

CTA just sent this over.

So this is from five weeks ago.

Lambert's seen exiting
the Clark Street station

in the Gold Coast, and he walks
up to these two guys.

They have a "What's up"
together, and then they leave.

This is the day before

the skulls hit
their first jewelry store.

That's a good image. Facial rec?

Hot off the printer.

Meet Nicholas Quinn

and his little brother, James.

These two both have a sheet
for armed robbery.

Nicholas and Paul Lambert

did a stretch in Stateville together.

So these guys get together
the day before the robbery,

case the joint, go back,
get their stupid little masks,

and then hit it the next day.

Well, that's a good theory,
but it's just that... a theory.

Get an LKA on them.

Hey, is getting calls

about a suspicious blue Hyundai

that's circling
the vintage jewelry store

on West Elm in the Gold Coast.

The owner says
that it's two males in the car

eyeballing the store,

and they already assigned
a blue and white.

Okay, you three, hit it.

Look. That's gotta be our Hyundai.

Ma'am, can you move a little faster?

- Good?
- Yeah.

Ida, sh*ts fired at West Elm.

Plain clothes responding.

Chicago PD, don't you move!

I got it! Go, go, go!

Ma'am, you all right?

Yeah.

Go clear the store now.

- Can you take this?
- Yeah.

Is there anyone else in the store?

No, there... There were just two.

Advise responding,

victim says there's only two offenders.

- Roll an ambo.
- Copy that.

- Watch it.
- Move, move, move!

Back off, back off, police... civilians!

Adam, stop the chase!

sh*ts fired, man down.

Offenders fleeing westbound

in a tan sedan.

Carjacking, Illinois plates,

- Victor Paul .
- Sir, sir, I'm Officer Ruzek.

Help's on the way, okay?
Help's on the way.

I'm gonna stay right with you.
Just hold on.

Keep your eyes open if you can, okay?

- Talk to me.
- We got lucky.

No one was k*lled.

Owner was p*stol-whipped,
scared half to death, but...

Okay, what'd they pull?

Four vintage Rolexes.

Submariners, K a pop.

These guys are crazy,
but they know what's valuable.

Security video?

Yeah, they were all masked,

but one of the skulls forgot
to wear his gloves.

So video captured him grabbing
the watches bare-handed.

There's gonna be DNA
and prints all over this.

Yeah, that's good.

Where's Adam?

You all right?

Oh, I just got off the phone with Med.

Driver didn't make it, did he?

A b*llet hit his brachial artery.

Couldn't stop the bleeding,
so he d*ed on the table.

First time in Chicago.
Came to visit his daughter.

You did everything you could to save...

No, I didn't.

We had to stop that chase, Ruz.

I know there was
too many civilians around, Sal.

I get that.

But Jesus, man...
we're kinda damned if we do,

damned if we don't out here, aren't we?

'Cause I could have been
right on top of them.

Instead, they watched me stop the chase,

and now some girl's dad is dead.

I don't know what the hell
we're doing out here

- half the time.
- I know.

I know you're getting jammed up
right now...

It's not about that.
I don't care about that.

Well, maybe you should care about that.

The more work you do,
the more heat you catch.

It's not what real police want
to accept, but they should.

It's the truth.

And you should know that by now.

Sal, what are you saying to me here?

I'm just supposed to be okay
with not policing, sit back?

No...

No.

Well, then what?

Look...

you got a choice.

Okay, what's my choice?

I come at you with an uppercut,

snap you out of it.

But then you're gonna lay me out

with a big old sh*t to my solar plexus,

and I'm gonna be
all embarrassed and sore and...

Mary, she's... she's
not gonna like you anymore.

Or...

you keep moving forward.

We go catch the bad guys.

Drink ourselves silly.

You buying, you cheap bastard?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm buying.

For the record,
I'd have gone for your throat.

I think you taught me that, Sal.

Maybe.

The bare-handed offender got lucky.

Techs came up empty on prints
and DNA at the store.

No hits on those watches.

Okay, what about LKAs on the Quinns?

So their mother passed away
five years ago.

Their father owns a two-flat in Pilsen.

Techs been sitting on it...
So far it's all quiet.

Patrol found the carjacked
vehicle minutes ago.

Torched to the rims in Little Village.

Luckily, techs were able to get
into the GPS.

So skulls carjacked it at : p.m.

GPS puts it across town

on the block
of Laporte Avenue at : .

It waits there exactly five minutes

before driving to that field
in Little Village.

Do we have an exact address?

Uh, no, just a range.
to on Laporte.

Okay, hold on.

Uh, there's about houses
around there.

Why stop for five minutes?

Stash house.

Smart, yeah.

It's a dump-and-run.

Well, it's something.
Let's work this block.

Find out where they stopped.

Let's go.

My son set this up.

I think it erases itself every hours.

But you can see all of Laporte.

You want some pie or anything, officers?

No, thank you.

We appreciate the help, thank you.

I've been robbed four times this year.

- Hope you catch the bastards.
- So do we, sir.

- There.
- Sarge, I got something.

Go ahead.

A sedan pulls up
to a brown two-story house,

green iron railings, big flag out front.

Yeah, I see it.

Got one of our offenders rushing in

with what appears
to be a brown knapsack.

Dude rushes out five minutes
later, no brown knapsack.

Kev, it's Laporte.

Yeah, I'm running that right now.

Okay, so the house
was last bought in

by an Ariana Pappas, you got that?

That name sounds familiar, Hank.

Hold on just a second.

Yeah, Ariana Pappas,
that's Paul Lambert's sister.

That's it. This is the stash house.

Okay, we'll call in a warrant.
Then we move in.

Jay, you all set in back?

Backyard's clear. We're set.

Chicago PD, open up!

- You do left, I got right.
- I got you, I got you.

Kitchen's clear.

Bedroom's clear.

Bedroom's clear.

- Bathroom's clear.
- Upstairs clear.

Kitchen and pantry all clear.

Well, Sarge, nobody's here.

And there's no immediate sign
of Lambert's bag.

Rip that place apart.

We copy.

Where to begin?

Got something?

Yeah, I think so.

Yeah, come here. Get something for me?

Ha-ha!

The watches up there?

Nah, nothing.

What, is it empty?

Yeah, how's that possible?

They dumped it like an hour ago.

So we're sitting on the house, right?

- Nobody was in or out?
- Nobody.

We have the house covered
front and back.

I mean, I don't think we missed anyone.

- I'm gonna tell Voight.
- Yeah.

- Son of a bitch.
- Yeah.

Quinns doubled back before we got here?

I just rechecked the security footage

at the pizza joint.
They didn't come back.

At least not through the front door.

Maybe someone was inside
before we showed up.

He grabbed the watches,

he took off before we got
the back covered?

Why leave the bag?

Guy's in a hurry, has the watches out,

pockets them, and runs.

Who cleared the basement?

I was upstairs.

Kim and I cleared
the front of the house.

I cleared the pantry and the kitchen.

Okay, look for witnesses, cams,

anyone who might have picked
off someone coming or going.

Get Tact on this house.

I mean, there's a chance they
don't know we hit this place.

Meanwhile, keeping digging
into the Quinns.

Mm.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Got your text. You all right?

Yeah, I just...

- we've got a problem, okay?
- Okay.

This is a security video
from the pizza joint.

- Right.
- And now we know the Quinns

didn't circle back for the watches.

We arrive at : .

We move in. We clear the place.

And then...

there.

Sal grabbed a flashlight.

What am I missing?

The watches.

He took the watches.

What the hell are you talking about?

He lied to Voight.

I saw him go
into the stash house basement.

And the only reason
you would lie about that is

- if you stole half a million...
- Whoa.

Dollars worth of evidence.

Are you kidding me, Kim?

That's a hell of an accusation
to toss around.

I know. But why else would he lie?

Because, I don't know.
Maybe he said his words wrong.

Kim, he's good police.
This is a good man.

Yeah, but think about it.
It doesn't add up.

Maybe he was embarrassed
that he missed something.

The guy's going through
a tough time right now.

- His wife's sick.
- Yeah, I know. I ran his credit.

His insurance doesn't
cover the treatment.

- You ran his credit?
- Yes.

He's bankrupt, Adam.

You know about that civil suit he lost?

No.

My patrol buddies, they used
to talk about this guy,

Detective "Sally" Ortiz.

CPD tried to bury it,
but he got jammed up

for a bad arrest of a two-time m*rder*r.

He got a K judgment against him.

He lost all his deferred comp
and the kicker?

Half his paycheck is garnished.

It goes directly to a convicted felon.

- Okay.
- So it makes sense.

Right? The guy is drowning.

He's desperate. He...

He grabbed his flashlight to do his job.

Because he knew
a security camera was on him.

The flashlight was his cover.

I didn't want to believe it either.

Come on.

What about you? What makes you so sure

- that he's clean?
- Because I know him.

So I don't care how desperate
or how broke he is.

He's not a thief.

It's not who he is.

He's a cop.

You planning on going to Voight
with this?

I don't know.

Look, Kim, I... think we
should do what Sarge suggested.

We find the bad guys.
The bad guys are the Quinns.

Not Detective Sally Ortiz.

Yeah, I just got back to the district.

I'm gonna fill in my sergeant.

Thank you, man. That's good news.

Hey, Sarge?

I think we found where the
Quinns are laying their heads.

Okay.

Jimmy Quinn's got a girlfriend.

She's posted bond for him twice.

She lives in South Austin.
Tact's been sitting on her place.

Two men matching
the Quinns' descriptions

just showed up.

Okay, alert the team.

Get over there, set up, and tail them.

We can't keep our eyes on 'em forever.

I think we should move in.

All we have is circumstantial.

I know that. I know.

But we move in. Give me the .

I'll sweat 'em.
I'll get those watches back.

We end this thing.

Boss, I...

I need this one.

We all need it, Adam.

We don't have 'em.

We'll sit on the house.

Hey, he's right.

What, what's going on?

They bumped up my meet with IRT.

- To when?
- Now.

No, reschedule.
You can't go in there hot.

Kim... I just want this done.

So then, uh, Detective Ortiz
and I split up.

The offender engaged,
got off a few rounds,

so I took cover behind some machinery.

Radioed Detective Ortiz.

He was locked down
in the old assembly room.

He was where?

Sir, you guys have a map right here.

I'm right in the middle of a case.

I feel like I'm kinda
just repeating everything

I've said to you before.

I mean, it's impossible
he was in that room.

It's bolted shut.

Sealed off
any potential hazardous areas.

So where was Detective Ortiz?

Oh, yeah.

Okay, well, I-I must have
misunderstood him.

I mean, I was under fire.

So, uh, the offender got off a
few more rounds, took off running.

Did you see where the sh*ts came from?

Only that the rounds were
coming in my direction.

Was it at that time
you felt imminent danger?

Yes.

When was the next time
you had a clear view

of the armed offender?

When I got to the elevated position.

What happened? IRT didn't sign off?

No, they did. It was a good sh**t.

Okay, good.

Good.

You were right.

Oh.

Sal lied to me.

Told me he was in this assembly room,

that he got jammed up.

Turns out that room is bolted shut.

I think he just held back.

'Cause I walkied him.

I was screaming for help. I was scared.

And he was feet away and he...

he slow-rolled me.

Did you mention that to IRT?

No.

How's he gonna do that?

Is that what policing is now?

Too much risk to be proactive
and save another cop's life?

I mean, oh, my God.

I'm sorry.

No.

I should be sorry.

I'm sorry I didn't listen to you.

Yeah.

Gotta tell Voight, right?

Yeah.

Move on Ortiz.

Yeah.

Bye, Mary.

Mary said Sal was up all night drinking.

Sounds like he was a mess.

Rambling and railing against the system.

Left this morning carrying a bag.

She hasn't heard from him since.

I don't know, boss.

Sounds like he's either selling
the watches

or we need to start checking morgues.

Nah, we're not there yet.

Hey, hold on a sec, Kev.

Atwater got a hit
on Ortiz's private car.

Toll cams caught it
exiting in Roseland

- about minutes ago.
- Which makes sense.

Sal's got a CI listed in Roseland...

A guy named Alan Delano who's
a thief and a former fence.

All right, so he's dumping the watches.

LKA's South Perry Ave.

All right, then let's go.

Chicago PD.

No, Sal, Sal.

I'd back off if I was you.

Easy, easy.

Sal, you gotta give me your w*apon.

Sal.

We can fix this.

I've given my life to this job.

I worked for the city for years.

I'm not asking for a parade.

So you just let me walk away.

Come on, you know I can't do that.

You know that half my check
goes to a convicted m*rder*r?

I'm a good cop.

I deserve this.
Mary... Mary deserves it.

Sal, we're not here to take you in.

There's another way out of this.

Think it's too late for that.

We've been sitting on that stash house.

Okay? We own it.

We put those watches back.

We do another search of the premises.

This time we come out
with a bag of stolen goods.

I need this money, man.

I'm losing a home!

You understand that?

I mean, I got nowhere else to turn!

I'm telling you, turn to us, Sal.

We can find a way out of this.

Lemme ask you something.

Have you cleaned up the watches?

No.

- Okay, okay.
- Okay.

I mean, chances are
the Quinns' DNA or hair

is still on 'em. We'll bust the Quinns.

You take a few weeks off.
Take care of Mary.

- The good guys win.
- Yeah.

We're all good. Okay?

Come on, look, Adam's right.

You need to take
a couple weeks off, Sal, okay?

Listen...

we got this.

We got you.

Okay?

I'm gonna take your w*apon.

- Okay.
- All right.

We got you.

Go ahead, go with Adam.

- Okay.
- All right.

Let's get out of here, man.

You know, I got about a month
of furlough built up.

I guess it's about time
I used it, right?

Whoa, whoa, what's going on?

We're gonna run the evidence at the lab.

We need to tell them how we found it.

- No, no.
- Officers, hold up.

- But... but you said...
- We lied to you, Sal.

We lied to you
like you've been lying to us.

Tell me what happened in the factory.

What happened when a methhead
was trying to k*ll me?

Tell me where you were.

- Tell me.
- I...

You were willing to let me die, Sal.

Me!

So what happens to the next cop?

The next civilian that you slow-roll?

No, I...

I couldn't catch another beef, Ruz.

I couldn't.

I mean, I am real police,

and they won't let me do my job, man.

No, no, no, no.

No, the job just got harder to do.

Jesus, Sal, people d*ed on this case.

Innocent people d*ed.

We needed to stop it from happening.

And you steal the only evidence
that allows us to do so?

Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me?

You're under arrest.

Your FOP lawyer will meet you
at the district.

Ok, Adam, Adam, Adam.

You... you gotta let me go back inside.

I'm begging you.

And the watch.

Mary gets everything.

I can't do that.

Sal, I'm not doing that.

I'm sorry.

Turn around.

Sal, please turn around.

Mmm, gracias, barkeep.

Mm.

Just keep 'em coming.

Bench, you know who that cop is?

That's your great-uncle, right?

Mm-hmm.

- On my mom's side.
- Hmm.

Thomas Rierdan. He's on the wall.

, gets into a sh**t-out

with an Outfit bagman named
"Detroit Phil" Catalano.

He lost, but...

they gave him a parade, the city.

'Cause that's how police used
to be treated.

Hey, Bench.

Ah, what'll you have, Kim?

I will have nothing.

I just need a moment with this guy.

You can have him.

Oh, Bench.

Hi.

Hi.

Well, I have to warn you,
I'm pretty drunk over here.

- Okay.
- You wanna join me?

- You wanna catch up?
- No.

Okay.

I got an update.

We got a DNA hit
on those watches Ortiz stole.

Mm.

So we got enough for a warrant.

And the Quinn brothers,
they're in custody, so..

Mm.

Do you think he saw it coming?

Sal...

Think he felt it happening?

I'm like...

thinking, you know, I love this job...

- so much.
- Yeah.

You know, and I'm gonna continue

to try and do it the right way,
no matter how many beefs

I get in, no matter how much
time I spend defending myself.

But it's like...

like, I know that's how Sal felt too.

And I just don't think he saw it coming.

Yeah, well, you're not him, Adam.

That is not you.

- That is not you.
- Mm.

And you have me and you have Makayla.

And we won't let that be you.

- Mm.
- Why don't you try?

Why don't you go ahead and try?

Let's go home.

Okay. I gotta pay Bench.

Why don't you give me
the money and I'll handle it?

- Thank you.
- Slow.

One foot, two foot.

- All right.
- Right?

Good night, Benchy.

Nighty-night.

Bye, Benchy-boy.

Later, Ruzey.