10x04 - Dónde Vives

[bunniefuu]

[APPREHENSIVE MUSIC]

♪

Cameras, COHs, bugs...

basically, anything we do
long term to inv*de 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 d*ck
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 my logbook 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] _

[SPEAKING SPANISH] _

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

Provi, you home?

Provi!

Provi!

Provi.

Provi!

Provi.

Provi!

♪

Yeah, yes?

I got a... I got a body,
female victim, s, GSW...

a... suspected robbery.

I need a crime lab.

I need a... I need...

I need backup to clear.

Yes.

- 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 b*at 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 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,
, 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 . 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, .

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 as*ault.
- 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 k*ll no lady.

k*lled a lady?

I didn't say nothing
about k*lling a lady.

Did you say something
about k*lling 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 k*ll no one.

I've seen you around,
around the neighborhood.

st 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, st 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 m*rder.

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 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 ?

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 k*ll 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 k*lled 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, st 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 m*rder,

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 g*ng 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 m*rder,

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 sh*ts fired,

a*t*matic weapons
from inside West Racine.

That's where we headed, right?

Yeah, that's Quico's building.

[SIREN WAILING]

[TENSE MUSIC]

[g*nf*re]

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.

- , - , sh*ts 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 w*apon!

Drop it!

Drop your w*apon now!

Don't do it.

[g*nshots]

♪

sh**t'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 -millimeter off of Gomez

modified with the switch.

The One-Eights are trying
to police Miss Provi's m*rder.

They're gonna k*ll Quico for it.

Huh.

A wonder they didn't k*ll
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 m*rder.

He didn't k*ll 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 .

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]

- [ALARM BLARING]
- Ma! Está bien? Ma?

Hey.

Ma, está bien?

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

Yo, Ruze, I got a Latino,
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]

- David, I need
an ambulance at 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 k*ll 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 k*lled 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 b*at your face in.

Why do you think they're doing that?

My brother is not a k*ller.

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 b*at 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 k*ll 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 sh**t.

Don't sh**t. 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.

st 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 w*apon, and let me help you.

Hey.

You don't die like this.

♪

- 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 g*n doesn't match

the one that k*lled Provi.

She was m*rder*d with a . .

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 k*ll 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 k*ll 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 k*lled 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 sh*t her. Chuey.

I ran.

I ran away.

I knew he was gonna k*ll me

as soon as he got the switches back.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

♪

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

Chicago PD!

Chicago PD! Chuey, stop!

[g*nshots]

Cover left! Cover left!

I got you, I got you, I got you.

Move.

Move.

♪

[APPREHENSIVE MUSIC]

♪

You promised.

You promised to help him.

I know.

years?

My brother gets years
for felony m*rder?

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]