07x17 - Before the Fall

[bunniefuu]

[car approaching]

[tense music]

♪ - I need you to back off.

This is a crime scene.

Back off, give me space.

♪ 5021, on scene.

Call is bona fide.

I got one down...

Over here, somebody!

- Copy that, 5021...

- Hurry, please, please!

Over here.

Over here...

hurry!

- Okay, sir.

Hey, I'm the police here.

Let me take a look.

Give me a little room.

Hey...

Hey, I'm gonna open your coat, okay?

Okay, I'm gonna try to help you.

- Let's just take a look.

- Daddy.

Okay, sir, I need you to focus on me.

- [sobbing]

- Listen.

We gotta stop air from getting inside that wound, or the pressure's gonna collapse her lungs.

Do you understand?

Sir, I need you to focus!

Find me a piece of plastic.

Help this man, go!

I got you.

5021, I got a tender-age GSW.

West side of the field house.

Sucking chest wound.

I need an ambulance and some cars here now.

- Copy that, 5021...

- Stay with me.

That's it, just look at me.

I'm right here.

- [pained breathing]

- That's it.

Try to breathe.

Relax.

♪ [sirens wailing]

- Any witnesses?

- A few.

Including those members of the Rollin' Avers g*ng.

Surprise, surprise, they didn't see a damn thing.

Everybody in this park gets documented.

Either a g*ng card or a contact card, understand?

- Copy that.

- Hey, the hell you going?

You think that red tape's up so we can play limbo?

♪ - Hank Voight, Intelligence.

- Paul Staples, Homicide.

- Yeah, I was first on scene.

I found the girl.

- Thanks for that.

It's appreciated.

We got it from here.

- Listen, I'm taking the case.

Just wanna let you know...

Save you some time and paperwork.

See this guy here, he's...

he's dead.

That means m*rder police take on the investigation.

"m*rder police"?

Let me tell you something.

I was holding that little girl in my arms.

♪ I had my hand inside her chest, you understand?

There's no way I'm walking away from this, so.

So why don't you save the speech, get off my scene.

Hey, who the hell do you think you are?

Are you out of your mind?

- Hey, Sarge, what's up?

We good?

[quiet dramatic music]

[sighs]

Yeah, we're good.

♪ Hell was that about?

All right, we got one down.

And one tender-age female en route to Med.

g*ng sh**ting gone bad?

It sure looks that way.

♪ - Got an update on the girl?

- Yeah.

Willa Marie James, Ten years old.

Was walking out of a field house, from orchestra rehearsal, when she caught the stray b*llet.

One in a million, Sarge.

She's out of surgery, stable but critical.

Family's with her.

Deceased male is Brooks Campbell, 33.

Identified and documented as the head of the Rollin' Avers g*ng.

So we convinced exactly one witness to talk.

Said the sh**t walked straight up, fired, and ran.

But the guy was totally covered up...

gloves, hoodie, jacket.

Couldn't tell what race he was.

Couldn't even tell if he was a he.

- Hell of a witness.

- Well, he did give us one thing, though.

Said the sh**t fled the scene in an old-school Pontiac, an Aztec.

- No plates, though.

- There's not many of those on the road.

I just put out a BOLO.

Any casings recovered at the scene?

- We hear back from Ballistics?

- There's nothing yet, - I'm gonna stay on.

- Okay, good.

Meantime, let's dig into this rival g*ng theory.

I talked to the g*ng unit.

They said that the Rollin' Avers' biggest rival is the West Side Jokers.

They deal dope on the other side of Emerald Ave.

They used to beef, but they've been quiet for a while.

Well, it ain't quiet now.

Someone just walked in their front yard, took out their top guy.

Listen, we don't move fast, we got a g*ng w*r on our hands, you understand?

All those people out there who wouldn't talk to us?

They all know more than we do.

You can bet they all want revenge, too.

Sarge, POD footage from the park.

Caught some of the action.

So you can't see the sh**t...

he's off screen...

But there's Brooks Campbell, leaning against the fence there.

See, he gets hit with the first sh*t.

And then the guy unloads five more, gets Willa in the back there.

But check this guy out, on the side here.

So he's just standing there.

He's got a clear view of the whole thing.

Hold on, I talked to him at the park.

- Mm-hmm.

- Remember the guy?

- Yeah.

- "Didn't see a damn thing." Okay, we got a name for this guy?

Yeah, it's Lamar Garrison...

Brooks Campbell's number two.

[low dramatic music]

♪ [indistinct chatter]

[hip-hop music playing]

Take it easy.

I'm the police.

Oh, word?

You don't say.

It's nice to meet you, Lamar.

Sergeant Hank Voight.

I wanna talk about that sh**ting last night.

Yeah, we took a hit.

You know, Brooks Campbell was the man around here, so...

We hurting.

Well, I wanna know what you saw.

- Nothing.

I already told y'all that.

Yeah, I know you did.

Thing is, I also know you were lying.

Talk in private?

- I got nothing to hide.

- Okay.

♪ Lamar.

[dramatic music]

We got you on video, watching the sh**ting, so unless you're blind, you saw who m*rder*d your boss, your friend, Brooks Campbell.

Look, we all was there, all right?

I must have been looking other way, 'cause like I said, - I didn't see nothing.

- Mm-hmm.

Listen.

Brooks...

I mean, he's lying on a slab at the morgue.

I got a little girl hanging on by a thread, ten years old, civilian.

So we're gonna be all over this neighborhood till we have that sh**t in custody.

It's gonna be real hard selling dr*gs with all that blue around.

You know, I'd really like to help, but I didn't see nothing.

Mm-mm.

[smacks lips]

You know, I got a feeling...

I got a feeling we're gonna be seeing each other around.

Mm-hmm.

♪ [door creaks]

Hurry up and get in the van.

- Yeah.

- Come on.

Come on, man.

♪ Everybody in?

Good?

♪ Don't take my word for it.

You know who agreed with me?

Albert Einstein.

I mean, they put him aside and they said, "Al, what is the most powerful force in the universe?" Now, he could've said anything.

He could've said, gravity, nuclear energy...

Hell, he could have said love.

What did he say?

"Compound interest." Now, simple interest...

That's like putting your money in a shoebox.

Let it sit for a year, you come back, you got the same money, only it smells like your shoes.

Compound interest...

That's interest on your interest.

That's like a stone rolling downhill.

Your money grows faster and faster, yeah?

[laughs]

Hank Voight, - come on in here, man.

- How you doing, Frank?

Hey...

Hey, yo.

Yo, this man right here?

This man right here...

- Whoo!

- Hey, my friend.

- Hey.

[laughs]

- How are you?

- Yo, hey.

He saved my life.

You know how he did it?

He put me in prison.

And trust me when I tell you, there are better ways to be saved.

- Now that's the truth.

- Right.

Okay, look here.

Y'all, you guys give us five minutes, okay?

Hey, let's move it along a little bit.

I never give y'all a five.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Ah, still doing your thing.

Yeah, I'm just trying to save lives.

I got a steady stream of clients, you can see.

- Yeah.

You keeping your hands clean?

Oh, I was innocent back then, too.

- Yeah, of course you were.

- [laughs]

So, okay.

You here for a prayer?

- You know what, in a way.

- Mm-hmm.

I assume you heard about that sh**ting last night?

- Ooh, damn shame.

- You're right.

Look, I came in 'cause I know you got the ear of the kids in this neighborhood.

I'm wondering if you know a guy named Lamar Garrison.

[water pouring]

- Lamar Garrison?

- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah, I know him well.

- Really?

- Yeah, he had a hard road.

- Huh.

His mother overdosed a few years back.

Early on, he would sleep a-a couple times a week right here in the church when things got rougher.

- Really?

- But Lamar...

He's made some choices in his life, but this?

Hmm, I don't think he's mixed up in this.

Well, yes and no.

I mean, he didn't pull the trigger, but...

we got video confirms he was in the park and saw the guy who did.

And he's lying to us about it.

He won't cooperate.

Well, that's not the first time that's happened.

But this case is different, man.

I got a ten-year-old girl in critical condition.

I heard.

It hurts, because I love this neighborhood.

I know you do.

Hell.

You ran this neighborhood for, what, ten years?

Yeah, I had a good run, till you came along.

Uh-huh.

Frank, sh**ting like this...

You know what happens next.

I mean, Brooks Campbell...

He's big game out there.

Bro, there's a good chance the West Side Jokers are behind this.

Oh.

We are staring down a full-on g*ng w*r right now.

Neither one of us want that.

Okay, how can I help?

Talk to Garrison.

Get him to cooperate with our investigation.

Tell him put his pride on the shelf.

Let us do our jobs.

Frank, he's lying to us because he wants payback.

Now let me tell you something.

He goes out there, starts sh**ting up rival bangers, he's gonna end up one of two ways: Dead or in prison for life.

Hank, these young bangers don't listen.

They don't respect the older generation.

- They think they know it all.

- Listen to me.

I know you can do this.

Look, I'm not asking you to snitch.

I just need a name.

I don't care about Garrison.

I'm trying to save lives, prevent a w*r, that's all.

Listen to me...

off the record...

You deliver Garrison, you get him to cooperate with our investigation, I'd gladly make a $1,000 donation to this church.

You double that, and you got a deal.

- Still a thief.

- [laughs]

I'm glad you haven't changed.

[cell phone buzzing]

[laughs]

Yeah.

- Save some lives, yeah?

- Yeah.

Oh, my God.

What?

The little girl, Willa James...

She just d*ed.

[solemn music]

♪ .

Stay warm, kittens.

- She just call us kittens?

- Think so.

They're in position, right on top of them with a great eye.

[suspenseful music]

Garrison's here.

♪ Lamar, good to see you.

- All right.

- Come on in.

Going inside.

Copy.

You have visuals?

Look, the cops have been snooping around.

Wait, so I'm confused.

So now you're talking to the police?

- Who said that?

- You.

We're up.

You got bad ears.

I ain't working with the police.

I ain't never worked with the police and never will neither.

You just said that you was talking to them...

What I said was that the cops came to ask me questions about you and your crew.

They seem to think you saw the sh**t.

If I did, I sure ain't telling them.

I know that.

Sit down.

♪ Look here.

I know you're a man of pride.

You want vengeance.

There ain't nothing wrong with that.

Son, there's everything wrong with that.

Brooks is gone; You're gonna need a fresh start, a strong start, not a w*r on the streets, not a million questions about some little dead girl.

You don't want that heat.

And if you don't handle your business right now, right here, your little reign as leader of the Rollin' Avers will be over before it ever gets started.

So I'm offering you another path, a rebirth.

Don't do it for the police, you do it for you.

[dramatic music]

Hey, I need a name.

I need to know who k*lled Brooks Campbell and Willa James.

♪ [sighs]

Can't get back to me.

It won't.

The whole point of this is that it don't fall on you.

I give it to the police so that you can live your life.

[sighs deeply]

JoJo McGinnis.

JoJo McGinnis?

Thought he was gonna sh**t me too.

- There it is.

- All right, you heard the man.

I think I've heard of JoJo.

He calls sh*ts for the West Side Jokers.

Huh.

So it's like we thought...

Jokers are behind this.

All right, nail down where this JoJo is, and let's pay him a visit.

Guy's reaching.

He's reaching.

- g*n, g*n, g*n!

- It's the police!

I'll go around...

Hey!

Against the wall!

[shouting and yelling]

- Hey!

- Stop!

Stop!

- Chicago police!

- Drop the g*n!

- Drop...

what are you doing?

Don't do that!

- Hands up!

Hands up!

- Get on the ground!

- Drop the g*n!

- Hands up, hands up!

- JoJo McGinnis!

Where are you going?

Stay down.

[suspenseful music]

[panting]

♪ Police!

[exhales]

[grunts]

[both grunt]

We done, JoJo?

Or you wanna keep going?

Roll over, put your hands behind your back.

- Roll over!

- All right, man.

- [grunts]

- You got anything on you?

No, man.

Ow, man!

- Offender in custody.

- [grunts]

Yeah, copy that.

Get up, get up.

Go.

Found that at your place.

Ran some tests, it's a very serious narcotic.

2C-B, party drug.

Yeah, and it weighed in north of 15 grams.

That's a minimum six years, with weapons.

Gives us plenty of time to hit you with the murders too.

- Murders?

- The sh**ting last night.

You know, the one that k*lled Brooks Campbell and Willa James.

Ten-year-old Willa James.

Whoa, man.

I wasn't involved in any of that.

We're a little cynical, JoJo.

So you might wanna give us more than that.

Look, I liked Brooks Campbell.

We were making bank in that park, talking about going into business together.

I had no reason to harm him.

None.

Okay, so where were you last night?

- Out with some friends.

- Tell us where.

- I can't.

- I figured.

So we hit him with the dr*gs, the weapons, and we'll just keep investigating the m*rder.

Okay, man, okay.

But you can't tell nobody.

The people in my line of work aren't so understanding.

Just tell us where you were, JoJo.

Thanks.

- Hey, Sarge.

- Yeah.

I just got off the phone with the manager of The Flame.

- Huh.

- And JoJo's telling the truth.

He was there from 7:00 to 10:00.

There's video.

It's a bust.

It keeps coming back to Lamar Garrison.

I mean, the only thing we know for sure is that Garrison didn't do it, from the video.

Yeah, but he keeps lying about it, you know?

He lied to us at the scene, and he lied to Frank when he ID'd the wrong sh**t.

Do you wanna bring Garrison in?

No, we do that, it burns Frank as our CI.

It's a death sentence.

Then we don't have a case.

And there's nothing on the getaway car, either.

- We're back to square one.

- All right, grab Hailey, hit the streets, just start knocking on doors.

See if we can figure out what was going on in that neighborhood before the sh**t.

All right.

So the Jokers run the west side of the park.

The Avers, the east side.

We got a bunch of teenagers pumped up on testosterone and pride, slinging dope right next to each other.

Yeah, what could possibly go wrong?

And these poor people live right on the seams of it.

How you guys doing today?

[g*nf*re]

Get inside!

[tires squealing]

Police!

Stop!

[suspenseful music]

♪ Police!

Get your hands out of the car!

Hands up, now!

Get your hands out of the car, now!

- Okay, okay.

- You even blink, - we will sh**t you.

- Don't move!

- Get out of the car.

On the ground, now.

On the ground, face down.

You got me?

- Yeah.

- Get on the ground, face down.

Do not move!

- 5021 Henry, we got sh*ts fired, two offenders in custody...

[wailing]

- You got this?

- Yeah, I'm good, go.

5021 George, sh*ts fired.

600 block of Wells, - Dolton Park.

- He's dead!

He's dead!

[Sobbing]

They sh*t my little boy!

No!

No!

He's dead!

.

- Sarge.

- Go.

DOA is Tyler Hamilton, 17 years old.

Well-known member with the West Side Jokers.

- sh**t?

- Two up-and-comers - with the Rollin' Avers.

- They're downstairs being processed.

Both juveniles.

- w*r's officially on, Sarge.

- Hmm.

All right, put this in my desk.

Call holding, have them send JoJo up to Interview One.

Hey, JoJo.

You can unhook him.

I have bad news, bro.

Rollin' Avers just sh*t your boy Tyler Hamilton.

He's dead.

Sit down.

- That ain't right, man.

- Yeah, it is.

It's payback for what your people did to Brooks Campbell.

I told you, man.

We weren't involved in any of that.

That may or may not be true, but either way, you are gonna tell your people to stand down.

They just k*lled my boy Tyler.

And yet, you're gonna move on.

- I can't move on.

- Mm-hmm.

And I damn sure can't control my crew.

One of them wanna do work, that's on them, not me.

Would you give us a little privacy, Lawrence?

All right, let me put it to you this way.

I gotta tell you, personally, I don't give a damn what you do with your free time, really.

Long as you don't hurt anybody, it's none of my business.

But I promise you this.

Your crew so much as lights a firecracker on the east side of Dolton Park, I will make sure your less enlightened associates get a copy of that videotape.

You understand?

- Know what I'm talking about?

- [sighs]

The one of you partying in that bar in Boystown last night.

Oh, yeah, your alibi checked out.

[dramatic music]

[cell phone buzzing]

I guess you got a decision to make.

♪ - Hey, back to holding.

- Yeah.

Voight.

Sir.

Sir, I don't think that's a good idea.

It's just gonna slow us down.

Okay, then.

Understood.

[sighs]

All right, we got any news?

Yeah, patrol found the getaway car, the Pontiac Aztec that was used in the park sh**ting.

It was b*rned to a crisp, but they were able to lift prints off the flare cap that was used to torch it.

Yeah, the prints belong to this guy.

Sean Alter, 26.

And it's his car.

We confirmed it with the VIN from the engine block.

I mean, bottom line...

Dude torched his own car.

Here's his rap sheet.

He's a small-time dirtbag from Cicero.

It's clear on the other side of town from the park.

Yeah, so now we just have to figure out if Alter not only torched his own car, but also sh*t Willa and Brooks Campbell.

All right, so let's pay him a visit.

If he's home, talk to him.

If he's not, we do a sneak-and-peek off the books.

We were never there.

Unless we find something.

Then we'll do some creative writing.

Oh, yeah, I got one more thing.

Just got off the phone with the Chief of Detectives.

He wants us to play nice with Homicide on this one.

Means that little sweetheart from the park...

What's his name?

Staples.

He's gonna be joining us.

- You're kidding.

- It's what it is.

So, what, we gotta get him up to speed before we can track down Alter?

Hell no, no, you guys do your thing.

I'm gonna send him over to Dolton Park, have him canvass.

No one's around.

Go for it.

[foreboding music]

♪ We're gonna discuss how easy that was for you later.

♪ Clear.

Jeez...

g*n!

- A Kn*fe, Kev?

- Mm-hmm.

[Kn*fe snaps open]

- An 11-millimeter.

Don't see many of those.

Same caliber w*apon that k*lled Willa and Brooks.

Hopefully, Ballistics can make a match.

How the hell does a tweaker from the white suburbs get involved with a black g*ng w*r on the other side of town?

- Something to think about.

- Yeah.

- Just talked to IDOC.

Turns out our boy Sean Alter was roommates with Lamar Garrison.

Started off in different worlds, ended up in the same 9x12 prison cell.

When they were locked up, they were business partners...

Ran this underground tattoo thing.

But the guy we talked to said they were like brothers.

And check this out.

Three hours after the sh**ting, Lamar Garrison wired - three grand to Sean Alter.

- Well, it's an inside job.

- Mm-hmm.

- Garrison hired Alter - to k*ll his boss.

- And I can tell you why.

I think some of you have met Paul Staples from Homicide.

- He elected to come on up.

- He's part of the team.

All right, show us what you got, Paul.

I went and shook the bushes like you asked.

No one's talking.

So I went to wholesale.

Got a, uh, CI in distro.

Lamar Garrison's been making some really big moves.

He had the feelers out, he was trying to expand into fentanyl, carfentanil...

I'm gonna cut you off.

Break down how that connects to Brooks.

Garrison was doing it all on the sly.

Brooks didn't know about it.

Garrison told my guys Brooks couldn't know about it.

Huh.

Garrison was moving the corporation in a way that Brooks did not want to go.

That's only gonna end one way.

One winner, one loser.

Explains why Garrison went through so many hoops to get it done.

It was a power play.

And at the end of it, he needed the loyalty of his troops.

He had to use an outsider.

Well, our best move is to find Alter and get him to flip on Garrison.

- Sarge, we think we got him.

- Hmm.

- Pings put him in Lawndale.

His family owned a bar there, - closed down three years ago.

- Alter and Garrison had been in constant contact since before the sh**ting.

Alter's been staying at this bar the last couple days, and the most recent ping is two hours ago.

All right, so let's hit this place.

[suspenseful music]

♪ Let's go.

Clear.

Hey, hey!

Drop the Kn*fe.

Drop it!

Hey, hey, no, hey!

I...

Bro, next one I won't miss.

I'll hit you square in the chest.

Now put it down.

C-Cop...

Cops.

- Sarge, I'm going in.

- I didn't know you guys...

- Don't move!

- I didn't know you were cops.

- I swear.

- Against the bar.

Damn right we're cops.

- Jay, we all good back here.

- Body.

Sarge, it's Alter.

.

I'm surprised you didn't put a b*llet in that tweaker's head.

- Eh, there's no need to.

- Need to?

Sarge, uh, tweaker's name is Tony Krebs.

- Says he's Alter's cousin.

- Uh-huh.

Found the body and was worried whoever k*lled Alter was coming for him too.

So what was the kid doing here?

Alter called him earlier this morning, said he came into some cash.

- Yeah, let me guess.

Three grand.

- Yeah, you got it.

Alter called, said they were going to party, score a bunch of crystal.

- Huh.

- You believe this guy?

We do.

Ran his hands, no g*nsh*t residue.

I think he's telling the truth.

All right, so hold him for 48.

I mean, if he's got nothing outstanding, send him home.

What the hell are you talking about?

This guy pulled a Kn*fe on you, Voight.

Send him home.

- Sarge?

- Uh-huh.

He's got muzzle burn on his eyebrows, no GSR on his hands, no signs of defensive wounds anywhere.

He lies right where he was hit.

So it looks like he knew his k*ller.

- Yeah, he did.

It was his old cellmate.

We know the whole damn story.

Problem is, we still got nothing on Lamar Garrison.

He's sitting on the Rollin' Avers throne as we speak.

All right, so we go talk to Frank Rochester one more time.

I don't know about this place, Sarge.

You sure Rochester is our guy?

I don't think he's still got the game that you think he has.

Yeah, how's that?

He's an old hand that talks at the young g*ns and I'm not sure if they listen.

Frank Rochester was a big man 20 years ago.

Everybody on the street knew his name...

Some 'cause they loved him, some 'cause they feared him.

But they damn sure knew his name.

I'm pretty sure old Frank can find the strength to front us for one drug buy.

And all I'm saying is, that legend fades and there's nothing left but ego, things can get dangerous.

You got a better plan?

♪ We go with Rochester.

♪ Copy that.

So y'all come to make that donation - to the church, huh?

- We're not there yet, Frank.

What?

We had a deal, Hank.

I help you out, provide you with a service, and you make a contribution to this house of worship.

Now, I handed you JoJo McGinnis on a silver platter.

- That's the problem.

JoJo didn't do it.

So who did?

- Lamar Garrison.

- What?

Lamar Garrison paid his prison buddy to assassinate Brooks Campbell.

Then he thanked his buddy by putting a b*llet in his face.

Treated that boy like my son.

That little bitch.

And he disrespected you, Frank...

Your reputation, your accomplishments.

He's got no honor.

You understand?

This kid has no code.

So help us put him away.

What?

Look, I-I wasn't even there.

I ain't got no information.

We need you to set up a deal for some work.

Drug deal?

Yeah, but he k*lled two people.

We know that much, but we also can't prove that in court yet.

Frank...

we put him away on drug charges, not only does that get him off the street, but it gives us probable cause.

We can search his house; We run his phones.

And let me tell you something, it'll make it a hell of a lot easier to build that m*rder case.

So you want me to front like I'm back in the game.

Frank, after everything you did for him, for this neighborhood, and he turned around and treated you like a punk.

I know you're not gonna stand for that.

[dramatic music]

♪ Word on the street is it's official.

- You're the new Brooks Campbell.

- [scoffs]

No, man, I'm just another dude on the crew, all right?

There will never be another Brooks Campbell.

Well, that false humility, that's cute, but I ain't buying it, not for a second.

So why'd you call me, Frank, huh?

- Why am I here?

- Well, let's talk business.

- [sighs]

- Here we go.

- Business?

- Yeah.

I got a friend who needs product...

big product.

What you know about product, Reverend?

Mexican Tan.

Bricks.

Now, he's a solid dude; He got a lot of cash.

Lot of clients, you know.

He lost his supplier, so he need a new connect.

Didn't know you was back in the game, man.

Game ain't got no in and out, man.

The game is survival.

All right?

Now, uh...

I do a couple of these a year, and I keep my church doors open.

[scoffs]

So you do it for God.

- Right?

- Look here, man.

I'm lucky if I have ten people at my Sunday services.

I got a roof that leaks, I got windows busted..

I'm just hanging on.

All right, so my friend here, he's gonna bust me off some of this if it all goes well.

Now, one transaction like this, and I'm good till the end of the year.

How many bricks does your friend need?

Two for now.

But he said he'd be back for more if this is easy.

Now, I told him you the man, so it's gonna be easy.

Okay, I'll think about it.

Hey, one more thing now.

Are you sure you saw JoJo sh**t them people?

Why's he bringing up JoJo McGinnis?

Just plant the seed in the mud water and get the hell out of there.

What you saying, man?

Word is, JoJo got an alibi.

Now, the cops are coming around.

They asking me more questions.

- Oh, Frank tripping.

You think he made Rojas?

- I don't know.

You wanna pull the plug?

I don't know.

We're close.

- What you looking at?

- Girl is thick, that's all.

Look, I'm a preacher, not a priest.

You know, you seem to be paying a lot of attention to my boy over there.

- I'm looking at the sky, bro.

Ain't no rule against that.

- [clicks tongue]

Where you from?

- Look now, man.

I ain't playing like that.

Not in the mood...

worked a double shift last night.

[tense music]

Yeah, all right.

- Mm-hmm.

Think we're good for now.

Good job, Rojas.

All right, Frank, I gotta bounce.

♪ .

- Hear anything?

- No, but he'll make.

That which will be has already been.

I'm not sure what that means, but I appreciate your optimism.

[cell phone buzzes]

Oh, Garrison bit.

4:00 p.m.

He wants to do it in my church.

See, I told you I still got it.

I told you.

Well, that's good to hear.

Now, I'm assuming that donation will be much larger when I pull this off?

- And you assume correctly.

- All right.

'Cause I need that money for my church, for my boys.

- I'll see you at 4:00.

- All right.

[tense music]

♪ Rochester's here.

Here we go.

Copy.

I'm in position.

♪ - Garrison just pulled up.

- Copy.

He's making a move for the trunk.

He's grabbing a black bag.

It looks good.

It's weighed and squared off.

Brought the whole family to the picnic, huh?

What's up, fellas?

- Hey.

- Hey.

[indistinct chatter]

Stay out here.

Keep an eye.

Your man is about ten minutes late.

You know a drug dealer that's punctual?

Hell, if the dude was on time, I'd be scared he'd be police.

[laughs]

Fair point.

Well, you always been good with words, man, even before you saw your light.

Guess you picked yourself the best career.

[grunts]

Let your speech be with grace, as though seasoned with salt.

I see you ain't been following the scriptures.

Not since I stopped letting you thump that damn book over my head.

I'm ready for this to be done.

It'll be done when we make an arrest, and not before.

You guys think I beefed on Voight because he big-footed me on a case.

If I was some dog cop, I would've disappeared.

I would've walked away.

I'm fighting to work this.

I lost a CI in that exact same park couple years back.

He was damn good too.

Whoever k*lled him is from this world right here.

Oh.

Whenever I get a chance to work to work this neighborhood, I take it.

No one's taking that from me.

All right, here's Kev.

[suspenseful music]

♪ All right, he's going in.

Going in.

- Hey.

- Preacher man, hey.

- You good?

- Good.

All right.

All right, that's the man.

Okay, now, I don't know how you wanna do this.

My man swears by you more than black Jesus himself.

[scoffs]

So if you wanna cut to the chase, let's get it done.

- All right?

- I'm cool with that.

Okay, man, shall we show and tell?

♪ [bills flipping]

Mm, sounds like $100,000 to me.

- Mm-hmm.

- What you got for me?

- You wanna taste it?

- Do I need to taste it, Frank?

- No.

- I trust Frank.

- That means I trust you.

- Okay.

- Let me see what you got.

- All right, bro.

I think we got this.

We good now, you can go.

- You dismissing me?

- Yes, I am.

Yo, man, this is my church.

You can't dismiss me in my church.

I think we all good, Frank.

You know I got you on the back end.

If he says that you should leave, it might be best you do that.

Mm-hmm, you heard what the man said, all right?

So get your ass up out of here.

Are you deaf, old man?

Hey, man, you better watch your mouth.

- Go save your little souls.

- What's going on, man?

[scoffs]

Sad ass preacher...

[both grunt]

- Hey.

- [laughs]

- What are we doing?

- [grunts]

- [groans]

- Hey!

[yells]

[grunting]

What's going on, man?

- Deal's done, I'm going in.

- No, do not engage.

[grunts]

I got a CI in there and a cop who's unarmed.

- Stand down.

- Come on, Staples.

That's our guy in there.

Damn, why'd you make me do that, man?

[grunts]

Bro, stand down!

Bro!

Do it!

Do it!

You reach, you die!

Damn it, move in, go, go!

Let's go.

- Get against the wall!

Get against the wall!

Get on the wall!

[Car screeches]

- Yo, let's get out of here.

- The hell is...

- Cops?

You done called the cops?

- [groaning]

- You gonna do that to me?

You turn on me like that, old man?

- You turned on me, brother.

You turned on all of us.

- [yells]

- [groaning]

Hey!

It's a'ight, man.

It's not that serious, okay?

[grunting]

♪ Hey!

Chicago PD, hands up!

On your knees!

On your knees!

- Get on the ground!

- Get on your knees!

- Hands!

- Let him go!

Keep those hands up right there!

Hands!

- Stay right there, don't move.

- Get up!

- Get on your knees.

Hands where I can see you.

- Get up!

- Get up, turn around!

- Okay!

- Turn around!

Roll an ambo.

It's okay; Take it easy.

Somebody's coming.

Somebody's coming.

We got somebody coming now.

- Hands behind your back.

- Okay!

[exhales sharply]

[groaning]

[whimpers]

[coughs]

He's conscious, but he's in bad shape.

Okay.

Hey.

Cause of death: Male ego.

Did what you had to do.

Pride before the fall, yeah?

Just rest.

[dramatic music]

♪ All right, thanks.

Ballistics just confirmed.

The g*n we found in Lamar Garrison's car is the g*n that k*lled Sean Alter.

- That's the last piece.

- Yeah.

Hey, let's finish that charging sheet and complaints.

I'll get it over to the State's Attorney.

I'll call Willa's parents, tell them we got the guy.

We'll start at the park, work through the case in chronological order.

Start with Lamar Garrison.

Got a solicitation of first-degree m*rder...

Frank Rochester probably won't see tomorrow, you know.

Yeah, his skull's cracked open, bleeding on the brain.

All his ribs are broken.

[solemn music]

♪ - Did it right, Voight.

Did it by the book.

Not my book.

I told you I had an unarmed officer and a CI inside that church.

We made the arrest.

That's the only thing that matters...

- I gave you a direct order...

- I don't work for you...

- [grunts]

- [groans]

[panting]

♪ [clears throat]

Nice working with you, Paul.

♪ .

[dramatic music]

♪ [wolf howls]