07x07 - Informant

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Why do you do that?

- What?

The never leaving things out thing?

We've lived together for a month, and you've never once left anything out in the apartment Are you kidding me?

Do you not see us?

- Come and search me, po-po.

- Is that an undercover thing?

Nah, I learned it before that.

It's a 32 foster homes thing.

You want to survive, you keep it tight.

Play by the rules.

Yo, look who it is!

Nina!

- What up, rat?

- What's up, Bryce?

How many times you think we're gonna have to explain the difference between undercover officer and snitch?

- Thanks.

- No, thanks, I'm good.

Sorry.

Habit.

Sure, that's one name for it.

What do we got?

Turf dispute.

Corner boy was dealing south end of the courts.

It sounds like he ran into another corner boy, this one dealing unsanctioned.

Witnesses say they heard yelling and then g*nshots.

- He's young.

- Seventeen.

Multiple GSWs.

Torso, shin, back.

Wild, sporadic sh*ts he was running.

ID puts him living out in Maywood, so he was dealing a long way from home.

Anything on the sh**t?

Yeah, he's over here.

Kids sh*t each other.

g*ns were still warm when paramedics and patrol rolled up.

These boys were fighting to survive for the same territory.

Both pulled out their g*ns, both dead at 17.

No doubt Homicide's gonna rule this mutual combatants.

Why'd they call us?

I don't know.

We're guessing it's got to do with whatever the hell's going on over there.

- All right, come on.

- Okay.

We've got a bit of a situation.

Unsanctioned corner boy who was sh*t wasn't dealing dope.

He was dealing carfentanil.

It's confirmed?

Stamps on the dr*gs match bags ISP identified last week.

Strain about 100 times stronger than fentanyl.

Pinhead of this stuff will k*ll you, and whoever's dealing it they're cutting it with soap, they're cutting it with cat litter.

So I guess they know what they're doing.

He's still lying?

He's there?

All right, Intelligence can back Narcotics.

No, no.

I want you running this.

Narcotics has had it for a week, and all we got are these two 17-year-old corner boys now dead.

Long-term drug investigations from dead bottom take time.

This batch has four ODs.

We're fresh out of time.

If carfentanil truly hits Chicago, we're gonna be stacking dead bodies in freezer trucks outside the morgue.

You want me to try and jump a few rungs on the ladder?

I sure as hell hope you can.

It's his neighborhood.

Get it done.

Work hard, okay?

That is a long drive from home for ballet class.

I know how to do heat runs, Darius.

No one followed me.

You're a cooperating defendant.

You're no good to me dead.

Oh, I assume you remember the deal we made.

It's time to start working for the police.

Look, the way this works, I come to you with a case and you help.

Help goes in your file, keeps you out of jail until the next time I show up.

You don't have to work so hard to be polite.

I get it.

I'm a snitch.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

I need the name of whoever's running carfentanil unsanctioned in your neighborhood.

- Don't know it.

- Hmm.

That's the wrong answer.

You see, if you don't know it, I just keep coming back until you find it, you understand?

Darius.

I'm making this first one real easy.

It's one thing to deal dope, a whole other dealing carfentanil.

You and I both know there's no way you want that crap on the streets of your neighborhood.

So just give me a name and I'm gone.

Idiot kid's testing his new product at the courts.

Name's Book Barr.

See how easy that is?

Thank you.

So the tip Darius gave us checks out.

Book Barr, 26, with a long-ass rap sheet.

He's got two pops for possession, one with intent to distribute, and a domestic on the side.

Narcotics has him listed as a current frequent to Washington Courts, and he has a hook into our unsanctioned corner boy.

They grew up together in Maywood.

This is our guy.

- Do we have a last known?

- No.

And no registered cell phone, no social media, keeps low.

Other than our dead corner boy, this guy's got a big zero in associates.

Everybody he's been booked with is long dead.

CHRIS system's got him linked to three separate gangs, AKA they couldn't pin who he was working with.

All right, so he must go where the weight is.

Sounds like he's independent.

He's cutting and supplying it himself.

If he doesn't have any boys, then there's not gonna be anybody for us to work.

Well, then we make an access point, but we gotta take this guy quick and easy.

I think our best bet is we set up a buy from him.

Anybody?

I may have someone that can set up an intro.

Old CI of mine out of Maywood.

I popped him when he was 18 on a burglary, flipped him, then he fell in love with working for the police.

Never stopped.

He's like a professional CI now?

Yeah, he makes a living shaking tips.

CPD, DEA, FBI.

You name letters, he's sold to 'em.

So what's the hesitation?

If you ask me, he loves the chase more than we do, and it's not always worth the trouble.

Well, we need an in, but he's your CI, so it's your call.

Can you handle him?

Yeah, I can handle him.

Okay, let's go.

Let's go.

Cam.

I'll be damned, be damned.

Hailey Ann Upton, light of my sorry ass little life.

I knew you couldn't stay away from me.

- Is that right?

- Mm-hmm.

You're just playing hard to get.

It's not because I thought you lost your mind?

Nah, my mind still visits from time to time.

We got one of them timeshare things going.

So what's up?

We scraping together or what?

- Maybe.

- What you need?

An intro to a dealer, Book Barr.

- Done.

- Really?

Hell yeah.

Book Barr?

I use him like butter.

He a strange bird, though.

Hustles then dips.

Always changing color.

Guy don't like his ties to last.

I can muscle an intro, but price tag's gonna be steep.

- Of course it is.

- Value, baby.

I got it, I know it.

You pay me three, I'm all yours.

I'll pay you 500 now, and 1500 when we make an arrest.

Plus two for every kilo we seize.

CPD's never gonna go for that.

Then pay me out your pocket.

What?

I know you.

You go to work, you go home.

What the hell are you buying?

Ah, cute.

Not gonna happen.

Grand a key.

1500.

12 and you have to promise to listen to me.

Done.

You wanna shake on it?

Or we can have a quickie to seal it.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Come on, we can have some fun.

Uh-huh.

What is this you're wearing?

- It's my going-out outfit.

- Yeah?

When is the last time you went out?

You oh.

- Man, I missed you!

- And I did miss you.

Not too many people in my life who know me anymore.

You play close to everyone means you're not really close to no one.

My new discovery.

Best place to do a meet and greet is surrounded by people so damned diced out of they minds, they can't think straight.

Guy sounds like a cop.

Thin line between a pro CI and undercover.

I got eyes on Book.

Copy, see it.

Haley, you guys are up.

Yo, Book!

Book, been a minute, man.

How you doing?

Why the hell you got me meeting you here?

Dollar beers!

And I swear, you stand in one place long enough, some girl's gonna come rubbing up to you telling you how soft your hair is.

This is my friend I was telling you about, Hailey.

- Hey.

- I met her up in Brighton Park.

I tried dealing her half-assed roxies, then I realized I was on her set.

Cam says you got something new.

I've been looking for something new.

Why's that?

'Cause new usually means cheap.

Man, you know I wouldn't bring you no one who couldn't back it.

She got demand, and most of her demand is white and too stupid to know street rates.

So we all can't go wrong.

Yeah, I don't think no pretty white girl can handle uncut.

Huh, I'd actually pay more for uncut.

20% uptick.

What, you're gonna give all your money to a guy you don't know?

Look, I already tried your stuff from Washington Courts, and I know Cam.

He says you're good, you're good.

And I'm pretty sure he's already told you that I'm good, so it's on you.

Yeah, all right.

I could use you.

Let me get a drink, then we can talk.

Why's it dealers can't keep a clock?

Let's take this extra time to go over everything, shall we?

dr*gs and cash exchange hands, what do you do?

I let your cop buddies crash and b*at me up real good, and I don't swing back too much.

Mm-hmm.

Yo, you see them numbers on your phone?

They a clock.

Yeah.

We got a bit of a change in plans.

I want you to meet my boy first.

If we cool, then we deal.

- What boy?

- Don't matter.

Guy I'm working with, all right?

The hell is this?

- He talking about his source?

- I don't know.

I guess nobody's truly independent anymore.

I thought we were doing this today.

We are.

We can go right now.

Why?

Is there a problem?

Nah, it's cool.

Just don't love being surprised.

No, it is a problem.

I already talked price with you and I'm not gonna debate it.

No, I'm not gonna change the price, all right?

I'm just I just want you to meet him.

Is everybody hearing this?

Yeah.

We're good on GPS.

We're up on Hailey and Cameron's COH and phones.

So if she wants to go mobile, then we're good to go.

Listen, I'm headed there now.

So you either in or you out.

Fine.

In.

Hey, back up.

Get in the front.

All right, we're moving.

We're gonna take the follow spot.

You guys run parallel, stay wide, - don't lose the eye.

- Copy that.

Where are we meeting him at?

You guys set a meet spot?

It ain't far.

Okay.

Okay, we got Book turning north on Parnell.

Copy, we'll follow him on South Normal.

All right, looks like Book is trailing a blue Civic.

We got to hang wide.

Kev, you up?

Yes, sir.

Over and again now.

Two blocks over, about to hit Lowe street.

Is this the guy we're meeting?

You armed?

Why the hell would I need to be?

Yo, Book, what's going on?

Oh, we're not meeting anyone.

You're ripping.

- Whoa, whoa!

- Book!

Hailey, down!

Hurry, get down!

Stay down!

Put the g*n down!

Put the g*n down!

Chicago PD!

Drop your w*apon!

Book, put the w*apon down now!

Back up!

- Hailey?

- Hailey, you good?

Stay back!

Stay back!

There's carfentanil all over the street, it's uncut.

He's overdosing.

I need Narcan and gloves.

Yeah, glove box.

5021 George.

Emergency.

We need hazmat, Fire, and an ambulance to 65th and Parnell.

We got one OD victim, possibly more.

We got uncut carfentanil on the street.

Have patrol setup a one-block perimeter No, no, no!

You're staying here.

It's too late.

We in it.

Here, take these.

Come on, let's do it.

Let's do it.

Come on.

Come on.

It's not working.

Give me another one.

Come on, man.

Stay in it.

Stay in it.

Come on, brother.

Stay in it.

Come on.

Come on.

Don't go.

Come on.

Stay in it, stay in it, stay in it.

All right, levels are good.

You guys were lucky.

If you feel any worse symptoms like dizziness or shortness of breath, then take another dose and get to a hospital just in case.

Understood?

- You good?

- Good.

- You?

- Yeah.

Thanks for having my back.

I got you.

Front, center, sideways.

So what's our next play?

- I don't know.

- I do.

You go press the driver, I'll go back.

I'll flip some cats, ID whoever the hell Book was ripping.

Damn idiot had to know them.

No, it's not your call and it's not mine either.

Yo, that wasn't on us.

That thing flipped, was chopped from the jump.

Yeah, well, I gotta go get my ass handed to me.

A tact officer's gonna drive you home, okay?

Whoa, whoa.

At least rap with me about what our next move's gonna be.

I can't, Cam.

You're a CI.

You can't be here.

You need to go now, all right?

See you later.

It looks like Book was a one-man robbery crew, ripping the supply of someone he was working for.

The driver of the Civic was driving scared.

There was no way this was Book's first rip.

My guess is he was told to look out for a black male tailing him.

That's why he wanted a white girl in the front seat.

Gets him close enough to do the rip, then he kills Upton, her CI, takes their cash, doubles his score, makes it look like they did the rip.

No ties.

Well, at least someone was being smart.

We got 600 grams of uncut carfentanil and the driver in custody.

And another body and another street shut down.

We got Book for you.

Just turned out he was a small fish.

We'll get the big one.

We'll keep jumping the ladder.

It may not be pretty, but it'll be worth it.

- That is what you told me.

- Uh-huh.

All right.

Driver of the Civic's terrified.

Gave up his boss as soon as we sat down.

This is Mackie Carter, 30.

The guy's a heavyweight.

Heavy enough to have six whole blocks.

He runs a section of the G Park Lords, deals dope, rocks, and loud.

And until now, the driver said that Book was Mackie's enforcer.

He actually knew the routes.

So Book steals uncut product from his boss, then cuts it himself and sells it in Washington Courts.

Causes 4 ODs.

Yeah, but the problem is Mackie is as organized as hell.

He's got an actual network to move that carfentanil smooth and fast as he cuts it.

All right, so let's get ahead of him.

Driver of the carfentanil, he got an in with Mackie?

Nah, kid's a nobody.

He just picks up cars, drops off cars.

No contact with the boss.

Boss, we might have a problem here.

I ran Mackie through Narcotics; they've got the G Parks up on a title three.

They don't got much from Mackie on the wire, but they were able to get a half-dozen covert cams on his corners.

- When's this from?

- Two days ago.

All right, get up on Mackie.

I want you to flood his turf with undercover buys.

Any of that carfentanil drops, we clear every single corner he's got.

- Send me that footage.

- Got it.

Man, who do you think I am?

What's wrong with you?

You think I'm one of your boys, you can just yank me around?

I don't know what you're talking about.

No?

You trying to tell me you don't know where Book was getting his dr*gs?

Hmm?

The way I remember it, you asked me a direct question and I gave you a direct answer.

It's not my job to trace where he's getting his product, that's yours.

You don't want to play with me, Darius.

You understand?

'Cause I don't play.

Turn around.

Turn around.

Give me your hands.

You're under arrest.

I left out Mackie because we do business.

Lease our border corners when product's low.

Made sense to give you Book; he was a problem.

Made no business sense to give you Mackie.

Not when I can handle him myself.

Okay.

Well, that all may or may not be true But we're here now.

I need Mackie.

You've got to give him to me.

No.

Darius, I'm not asking.

I do that, I'm dead.

Let me worry about that.

I'll find a way to make sure we all stay upright.

That's my job.

You know At some point, you and I, we're gonna have to start trusting each other a little bit.

Or there's nothing in this for either of us.

This is a pinhole camera.

It's your COH.

It means we'll have eyes and ears on you at all times even when you can't see us.

Which is gonna be most of it.

Voight wants to play this safe, so no ghost inside and no surveillance for a two-block radius.

Okay.

Where are the cops who worked my case?

Uh, Nina or Vanessa and Kevin?

Working.

It's a tactic.

You're a new CI.

Voight wants to keep things calm so you're not distracted.

Um, all right.

She's gonna get the video feed up and running, and I'm gonna check your levels, all right?

So let me just speak at normal volume What are you doing?

- What the hell are you doing?

- I've been hitting the courts, - couple of crash pads out there.

- What?

It's sounding like Book was gunning for a regent there.

- Prick's name is Mackie.

- Cam, have you lost your mind?

- I can get an intro.

- Stop, stop!

The first rule of being a CI is to not walk into a damn police station.

Whoa, hey, relax.

You were just seen.

Jesus, I don't even know how you got inside.

No, you don't got to do me like that.

Don't treat me like you gotta keep me in line.

I ain't working off a case.

I know what I'm doing.

I know people here.

I made it look like I just got popped from holding.

Cam, you might have just b*rned yourself.

- I didn't - I can't use you.

- Are you kidding?

- I don't have a choice.

You have to leave town and lay low for a while.

- Look, I'm not b*rned.

- It's done.

You can't just decide that.

It's my job.

It's what I got.

If I'm not reliable, I don't get jobs no more.

You can't pull me before we're paid out.

Yes, I can.

It's my job to pull you.

I'll pay you for the dr*gs we seized, but then you have to leave town.

We're done.

We're up.

Sarge, Darius has some company here.

Male, black, 30s, unidentified.

It's got to be Darius' enforcer, security.

You want us to run an intercept?

Kev's, like, three blocks down.

- He can do a drive by.

- No, let it play.

We need to talk.

All right, let's go talk.

No, no, no.

We could talk right here.

Your new product is still in my neighborhood.

Washington Courts, four ODs.

I ain't be dealing that.

It's your product.

You let your product get ripped.

You let that product run into my neighborhood.

You getting it, Mackie?

Your product, your problem.

Yeah, we already on it, homie.

Oh, no, homie.

See, the solution is gonna be that I buy the rest of your carfentanil supply.

The hell you are.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What the hell?

- Are we moving, Sarge?

We're trusting Darius.

Hold.

You sure you wanna do that?

Do you know why you have corners, Mackie?

Because I let you.

I gave them.

I will take them.

So the rest of your carfentanil.

I'm gonna give you a good price.

You won't lose money.

You guys free tomorrow?

Hmm?

You guys?

Mackie?

Yeah.

Noon, lot off 73rd.

My man.

We're in.

This guy might have more power than we thought.

"Because I let you"?

He sounded like Voight.

You've got to be kidding me.

- I thought you kicked him.

- I did.

I know, I know.

Relax, you're gonna be happy.

I wasn't playing with you, man.

I got something good, girl.

Something real good.

Your new CI Darius 5021 Henry, 10-1, 10-1.

sh*ts fired at the police.

I got a civilian down I'm pinned at 1310 West Racine.

I'm a plainclothes officer.

I need backup.

Units in 21 and units on the citywide, we have a 10-1 being called.

1310 Racine.

Plainclothes officer taking fire.

Everyone stay off the air and start heading that way.

5021 Henry, sh*ts are coming from the upper levels.

I believe it's one sh**t.

How far out is my backup?

Rolling your way.

A minute out.

Copy that.

I'm going around back of the building, going dark.

Copy.

I'm the police!

g*n!

You good?

You cleared the building?

No, you clear it.

Back up.

Hey, back up!

Get back!

Back up.

Back up.

Back up, guys.

Hey.

Hey.

Patrol transported the sh**t in?

Yeah, I just logged him in.

He's in Intelligence.

Voight and Halstead are having a run at him.

Uh, his name is AJ Flores.

Multiple priors, affiliated with hey, Hailey.

Hailey?

Take a second.

To what?

Calm down?

To read the file.

I don't need to read the file.

I know what just happened.

He k*lled my CI right in front of me, Trudy.

That's what just happened.

Cameron was a snitch, deserved to die.

So I followed him and then I sh*t him.

You can keep saying that.

It's still not gonna be the news you think it is.

We already got you on that, AJ.

Y'all don't need any more police.

I sh*t him.

Cameron was a snitch, deserved to die.

So I followed him and then I sh*t him.

How'd you know he was a snitch?

How?

Someone told you.

Who?

Was it this guy?

Darius Walker told you he was a snitch and he ordered the hit, didn't he?

Cameron was a snitch, deserved to die I don't want your rehearsed garbage.

Did he order the hit?

Cameron was a snitch, deserved to die.

So I followed him and then I sh*t him.

Okay, I'll give you a deal.

- Cameron was a snitch - What do you want?

Come on, we'll put it in writing right now.

Hailey.

So then I followed him and then I sh*t him.

I'd like my public defender now.

I can sign whatever you want me to sign, but I said what I'm gonna say.

The kid's been in lockup one too many times.

He's not gonna say more than he wants.

Then we bring Darius in and arrest him now.

He saw Cameron.

He knew Cameron could ID him as a CI and he had him k*lled.

All right.

What do we got on him?

Well, we ran the sh**t's phone against Darius', and absolutely no contact.

CHRIS system, social media, jail logs, last knowns.

There's no connection to Darius at all.

AJ runs with the Latin Players, Darius with the Southside Hustlers.

I mean, they're worlds apart.

They could've met in person.

We had eyes on Darius all day except for about an hour and a half.

Ballistics?

It does link up to two unsolved sh**t, but they're both hooked up to Latin Players.

No connect to Darius.

But we do have the sh**t connected to Cameron.

I mean, Cameron's worked him on a case before.

Yeah, but did Cameron ever work Darius?

No, and if he found out who Cameron was after seeing him in the roll up, we can't prove it.

Hailey, chances are this sh**ting's got nothing to do with Darius.

All this proves is that Darius is smart.

Cameron figured out who Darius was in three hours.

There's no way that Darius didn't figure out who Cameron was in less than that.

We need to bring Darius in, we hold him for 48, and we press him.

We have this buy set with Darius.

Who the hell cares?

We're still gonna use him even though he might've just offed a CI?

We're still gonna use him?

Cameron was a pro CI.

He worked hundreds of cases.

This might not have been the one that caught him.

Sarge, if we use him, we might be losing evidence.

If we don't use him, we will lose the carfentanil.

And we've got to go with what we got now.

We'll deal with the rest when we're done.

Okay?

Now this buy, it balances on a razor's edge 'cause we've got to bust Mackie without burning Darius.

All right, we've got eyes on Darius and Mackie from the north end.

All right, we're up.

Everyone keeps tight and keeps back until you get the word "go" from me.

Nice and easy here.

We let Darius play this one.

Right on time.

It'd be real easy to move on them both right now.

Burn Darius, can't use him anymore.

He'd be booked, do his original time.

Yeah, for dr*gs.

30 years is 30 years.

All right, we got eyes on the dr*gs.

Half dozen half-keys.

Copy that.

Nobody move.

We wait for Darius to make his play.

We wait until "go.

" We're trusting we're protecting a k*ller.

Hailey, I'd follow you anywhere.

But I know right now you would tell me to trust Voight.

The hell is he doing?

Why is he not moving?

Come on, man.

- What are you doing?

- Shut up.

What is this?

What?

Why do you have a tracker on your car?

Are you are you playing me?

Mackie, are you working with the police?

What the hell you talking about, man?

Why do you have a bug on your car?

It it ain't bugged.

Man, I didn't It is.

There's a tracker on your car.

- There's a wire on you.

- I ain't no snitch, man!

Well, if you're not, they're working you.

That's not possible, dawg!

Hey, if they got your car bugged, it means they got you bugged.

Mackie, we're about to get jammed.

So move.

But there's nobody here though, man.

Mackie, get in your car and move!

- Chicago PD!

- Chicago PD!

Don't move!

- Stay right where you are.

- Hands up right now!

Put your hands up!

Put 'em up!

Put your hands on the car!

Tell me someone's got eyes on that second vehicle.

Negative.

Car's in the wind.

I repeat, we do not have eyes.

Calling it over to citywide now.

There was another car there, Mackie.

Okay, who was it?

We got all night.

Who were you selling to?

By the time you come stumbling out the joint, the whole game will be dried up.

You'll be an old ass man, Mackie.

All your corner boys dead or gunning for somebody else.

You think the streets are still gonna have love for you?

Unless you wanna lower your sentence; talk to us.

Tell us who you were selling to.

We can help you out.

Help.

Help is as easy as a 99 confidential agreement.

All you got to do is cooperate.

- Ask me one more time.

- Sit down!

I ain't no bitch-ass snitch, man!

Hey, I don't work for the police, man!

Shut up, man!

- I ain't no bitch-ass snitch!

- Shut up!

Well, I'd say that's a win.

That guy has no idea we played him.

Hailey?

Cameron forgot which way was up.

Well, I think we are good.

Mackie definitely bought it.

You weren't made.

Okay.

We aren't done yet.

I'm gonna ask you a direct question.

You need to give me a direct answer.

Did you order the hit on Cameron Balow?

I'm not an 18-year-old corner boy - you popped with a dime bag.

- I know.

We've both been on the streets a long time.

Maybe different ends, but street's the same.

We both know that every time you stand across from a CI, you lie.

You can't protect them.

Nine times out of ten, the house wins, and the person in my seat is dead.

I know that, you know that.

Cameron damn well knew that.

- Anything new?

- No.

No, we're at the same place we were.

There's no evidence.

Sarge, what's your call on Darius?

I wanna keep him in play.

He's valuable.

He probably saved us hundreds of ODs, right?

Look, the rest is simple.

It's one m*rder we never make.

He may not even be involved.

There's no way you believe that.

My office?

Sit down.

I don't care if we can't make the case.

You and I both know he was involved.

You can't trust him.

I don't.

There's a thousand things that we don't know about him.

I'm sure that's true.

He should be held accountable.

Cameron walked into a police station.

He knew he could be made.

Then he went directly out on the streets Look, no, no.

I'm not defending him.

I'm not saying he was a good guy, a smart guy, a right guy.

But he was my guy.

He was my CI.

I put him out there.

He was mine.

Why don't you tell me what you want?

I mean, right now.

You want me to yell at you?

Or do you want me to make you feel better?

Hmm?

Hailey.

You're a good cop.

So you know I made the right decision tonight.

He was yours, and his death is yours.

Listen, never once have we made a deal with an angel, someone we can trust.

It's not how CIs work.

I shouldn't have to explain that to you.

It's a necessary part of the job.

I mean, it's We keep one foot in a world we don't belong in, and we ask our CIs to do the exact same thing.

Only you're the cop.

Cameron was a snitch.

So I'm sure his death is the cost of the game, but You're the one who has the carry it.

That is on you.

How do I do that?

How do I carry it?

I still have no idea.