05x01 - Reform

[bunniefuu]

Remember what I told you when you were 16 and you first came to live at my house?

Never forget I love you.

( Rupert Pope's "Coming Round" )

Him and his wife took me in.

They saved me.

You go pulling a thread, there's no telling what all unravels.

Don't you want to know what happened?

I do not regret what I did here.

I'm gonna ask Erin to marry me.

She's been there for me, and I want to be there for her.

I'm FBI Special Agent Jennifer Spencer.

I'm here with a job offer.

They want me in New York.

You know about this.

Well, I knew I needed to do something.

Don't look back.

♪ Coming round again ♪
♪ Messing with my head ♪
♪ Starting up again ♪
♪ Feels like something's spinning round again ♪
♪ Sinking in with me ♪
♪ I love you 'cause it's coming round again ♪

( soft dramatic music )

♪ ♪

The truth is, I'm not really sure how I feel about it.

I'm... I'm not really good at that stuff, though, you know, how I feel about it.

Expressing feelings.

I know I had no choice.

I mean, she had to go.

So... in that sense, I don't really regret what I did.

Just...

I mean, now that she's really gone, I'm just feeling...

Huh.

Lonely?

Yeah.

Yeah.

She was like a daughter to me.

It's gonna be tough.

Really tough.

( cell phone buzzing )

I'm sorry.

( sighs )

I gotta go.

The g*n dealers are two bikers out of Indiana.

Buyers are gangbangers associated with Southside Hawks.

We don't have any names yet.

Uh, deal's going down inside the old seminary.

It's been abandoned for five years.

Two adjacent buildings are abandoned as well.

Once we're inside, Al and I are gonna enter here from the west.

Ruzek, you and Atwater going in here.

Upton and Halstead, you go in this way.

( radio chirps )

Sarge... we have got movement on the west side.

One male, white. One male, Hispanic.

Both 5'10" to 6,' about 170 pounds, tatted up, carrying large duffle bags.

They just got out of a black SUV with... with Indiana tags.

Copy that. Here we go.

( tense music )

♪ ♪

( g*nsh*t )

10-1, 10-1. sh*ts fired at police.

4533 West Archer.

You ready? You ready?

Yeah.

Go.

Go!

( grunts )

I got these guys.

All right. Go.

♪ ♪

( g*nf*re )

( g*nf*re )

( man grunts )

I'm going to find Jay.

Copy that.

♪ ♪

( g*nf*re )

Out of the way! Get out of the way!

Get out of the way!

5021 George, I'm taking heavy fire.

I got two civilians down in the north alley behind the building.

This is sergeant Hank Voight.

Advise responding to shut down a two-block radius.

Copy that.

We'll set up a two-block...

Help! Help!

We have multiple armed offenders.

Approach with extreme caution.

( crying )

What happened?

I don't know. I heard crying.

Get these kids out the west exit right now. Now!

All right, I'm gonna call an ambulance.

We don't have time. Get your car.

I'm gonna meet you up front.

( dramatic music )

♪ ♪

( indistinct announcement over P.A. system )

She's in bad shape.

But we're doing everything we can.

What are the odds?

Like I said, we're doing everything we can.

We know. What about the other two victims?

Are they okay?

Walk with me.

James Pell, the b*llet grazed his leg.

He's fine; we're just finishing up some paperwork.

Hey, what about the other victim?

She didn't make it. Dead on arrival.

I gotta sign the papers, or can I go now?

Just sit tight.

Mr. Pell, we'd like to talk to you about what happened earlier today.

I got sh*t in the leg, that's what happened.

Did you see the men who sh*t you?

No.

Not even a quick glimpse?

Look, Officer, I was just involved in a traumatic incident.

I'm still in a state of shock.

So, please, no more questions.

All right.

We'll get your contact information.

Call you later on.

Okay, we have three g*nsh*t victims: female, black, 20s, dead on arrival.

Male, black, mid-20s, named James Pell, treated and released.

The b*llet just grazed his leg.

Huh.

And a little girl around eight.

She's in critical condition.

All right, the guy who got nicked, we talk to him?

We tried. He wasn't too cooperative.

He claims he's still in shock.

And what are those kids doing there in the first place?

It turns out the building was used as an off-the-books day care center.

For ten bucks a day, someone in the neighborhood will watch your kid.

Boss, two bikers k*lled at the scene.

One was Anthony Jonas, 24.

Other Mike Scola, 26.

Both from Gary, Indiana.

And they're both affiliated with the Gargoyle Kings.

That's the biker g*ng your CI told us about.

All right, hit the streets.

Talk to your CIs. Let's find these sh**t.

Hank, got a sec?

Yeah.

Your team's all over the news.

You talking about the thing this morning?

Three innocents hit, one dead?

We're taking down a g*n deal. The suspects opened fire.

The independent auditor will be reviewing this incident.

Independent auditor?

Part of the new reform package.

Huh.

( knocking )

Nice to see you, Hank.

Denny.

Mayor just made it official.

Denny's the independent auditor.

You wanna give us a couple minutes to catch up?

Sure.

Thank you, Chief.

So it's been, what, six months?

Yeah, something like that.

Well, they finally looked into my file and realized I'm a good cop.

And the only case in question... the Ruffalo thing... it just went away.

Mm-hmm.

And now they've got me overseeing the whole Chicago PD.

Independent auditor.

Makes me sound like somewhat of a, uh... an accountant.

Hmm.

( laughs )

Eh, more like a judge.

Hank, I just want to say that, uh, the past... is the past.

Hmm.

All that nonsense that happened between us...

It's over.

That's good to know.

Be seeing you, Hank.

Hey, what's going on? Who is this?

He's here to install cameras in the interrogation room.

Direct order from the superintendent.

Yeah, after his new independent auditor gave him the idea.

Well, whoever it was, they want it done today.

First hall on your left.

If I wasn't so doe-eyed and optimistic, I'd say we have a trust issue on our hands.

Hmm.

Anyway, I've got 20 officers on the ground in the vicinity looking for the two sh**t.

I'll let you know when I hear something.

Thanks.

Sure.

Any witnesses?

Not yet.

What about the kids?

They didn't see anything, except that little girl get sh*t.

How long has the daycare been here?

Don't know. Still looking for the parents.

Excuse me, sir.

This is an active crime scene investigation.

Active? Hell, I see five cops sipping coffee, two smoking cigarettes, and one having a roast beef sandwich.

Please step away.

Who's in charge here, you?

I'm Detective Olinsky. Just don't let anybody else in.

I heard a woman got sh*t here and was k*lled and the little girl's in critical condition.

We can't comment on the investigation.

So it's true, huh?

I'm gonna need you to step back, sir.

Why don't you just fill me in, Detective Olinsky?

Why don't I fill you in?

Two gangbangers opened fire on the police.

They k*lled a young woman and critically injured a little girl.

That's what happened. Okay?

I see.

So you're gonna put it on the gangbangers, huh?

Yeah, that seems pretty obvious, sir.

Ah, must be nice... to be so naive and beautiful too.

One hell of a combination.

Did you just say that?

Did you just say that?

Hey, hey, hey.

Excuse me, Officer.

Everything okay?

What did you say?

Excuse me.

We're fine.

What's going on here?

Your people were just bringing me up to speed.

Alderman Price is an old friend and an important member of the community.

Hey, uh, we're looking for a Kimona Williams.

She's over there.

( indistinct chatter )

Kimona Williams?

Yeah?

Ma'am, we need to talk to you for a second.

O-okay, um... just...

What's the matter? Did something happen...

It's your daughter, Morgan.

Morgan?

She was sh*t...

No. No.

At the old seminary this morning.

She's alive.

It's okay.

But is she okay?

She's being treated at Chicago Med right now.

We can give you a ride, okay?

Who did this? Who sh*t her?

We're not... we're not sure.

We're gonna do everything in our power to find him.

I promise.

Okay. Okay.

Okay? We should go now.

Come on.

Hey, sorry. I just got your call.

Finally located the girl's mother.

Shut the door.

What's up?

I just talked to Ballistics.

The b*llet that hit the little girl was a nine-millimeter.

Thought the bangers were f*ring .45s.

They were.

( dramatic music )

You saying I sh*t that little girl?

♪ ♪

The g*n that fired the b*llet on the right... the one that hit the little girl... fired the one on the left too.

I'm sorry, but g*n barrels don't lie.

Thanks, Morty.

Doesn't make sense.

I was under fire, and I took cover...

Shh.

And I fired one round, and I watched the offender drop.

And then I ran over to the woman who got sh*t and radioed for help.

Okay.

I didn't hear any kids.

I didn't see any kids.

I didn't just sh**t my g*n off in the air.

If that's what happened, you got nothing to worry about.

Take some time off till the sh**ting team clears you.

How long is that gonna take?

I mean, it might take a minute or two.

Things are tricky right now.

Are you saying I need to worry?

I'm saying things are tricky.

( dramatic music )

Yeah, Sammy, that text message was clutch.

What you got for us?

I might have something on that sh**t-out this morning.

I just stitched up a young g*ng member.

b*llet wound to his lower abdomen, went right through.

How'd you know it was a g*nsh*t wound?

Please. You know how many g*nshots I've seen?

I make a living turning dead bangers into Boy Scouts so their mothers can give them proper burials.

All right, and about what time was this?

About 10:00 or so.

He was waiting for me when I got here.

How'd he know to come to you, Sammy?

For them, my morgue's a lot better than a hospital.

No paperwork, no police... not to their knowledge, anyway.

You got a name for me, right?

No.

He wasn't exactly in the mood to give out personal details.

But I did get... a license plate.

Okay.

I'll go run it.

Thanks, Sammy.

See you.

So you really like this guy?

You jealous?

Yeah, a little bit.

I expect to see some more of these when you make the arrest.

( tense music )

Okay, we're going to Royal Towers, okay?

Apartment 2632.

Offender's black male, wiry, about 5'9", early 20s.

He's got a b*llet hole in his abdomen.

Okay? So y'all take the perimeter.

You cover the back, and we got the apartment.

Let's roll.

♪ ♪

Chicago PD. Open up!

Yeah?

You all alone?

Is there anyone else in there with you?

No, I'm... I'm by myself. But why are you...

Okay, well, ma'am, we're gonna have to step inside and ask you a few questions.

It's very important, okay?

Thank you. Step back, please.

Clear.

Clear.

All right, we're clear in here, guys.

Copy that.

See?

No one else is here.

Can you tell me what the hell is going on?

An offender wanted for m*rder was driving your car this morning.

Car registered to this address.

Maybe you can explain.

I sure can.

My car was stolen last night.

I filed the police report literally two hours ago.

Case number's right there.

Okay, we understand. Sorry about this.

You don't know anything about what happened at the old seminary this morning?

All I heard was, some people got sh*t because the police screwed up.

You'll notice how they give these buildings prestigious names.

All right, Royal Towers, Queen's Gardens, Sunset Vista.

Pay attention, dog.

Yeah.

It's hilarious. Hey.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Mm-hmm.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Mind if we talk to you?

About what?

There was an incident this morning at the old seminary.

I don't know nothing about that.

All right, then you shouldn't mind if we ask you a few questions.

I should, and I do.

Stop walking.

♪ ♪

Step away from the child. Get on your knees.

Keep your hands where I can see them.

I'm not getting on my knees for you or for nobody.

Do not reach in your pocket.

It's a phone. I want my son to record this.

Sir, do not reach in your pocket.

Or what? You gonna sh**t me?

k*ll me in front of my son over a phone?

I'm not gonna ask you again.

Hey, hey, hey.

Simple question.

Did you get sh*t today?

What?

Answer the question, yes or no.

Did you get sh*t today?

No, man.

All right.

Just lift up your shirt.

What the hell are you even...

Lift up your shirt nice and slow, just a few inches.

Come on, man.

I'm about to lift my shirt up for this officer.

I hope somebody's got a phone to record this.

Okay. Okay.

We straight. You're good to go.

Sorry about the misunderstanding.

All right?

All right, little man?

Sorry about that.

( sighs )

All right?

We got a PR nightmare on our hands.

Well, the optics weren't good when the gangbanger was the sh**t, let alone a white cop.

Look, given the time constraints, we did everything we could.

Help us understand why you were engaged in a dangerous operation so close to a day care center.

An illegal day care center. We had no idea it was there.

Well, you should have.

Your men need to understand the culture of the neighborhoods they police.

Places like that are common in urban areas.

Detective Halstead was under att*ck.

He drew down on a suspect. He fired one round.

The b*llet went through the suspect, then through a piece of wood, and then hit the little girl.

Well, I talked to ISP.

They got one hit of DNA on the b*llet that hit the little girl... hers.

Yeah, but it still could have hit the offender.

b*ll*ts don't always collect DNA.

But you already know that, which tells me...

Which tells you we're taking this very seriously.

Hey, Kev, you know, before... that guy and his kid... I was just doing my job, right?

I'm questioning a m*rder suspect.

He's noncompliant, puts his hands in his pockets?

Come on.

I mean, he got noncompliant because you were a little belligerent, that's all.

It's okay.

All right, well, you know what?

Next time, I'm gonna offer him a blueberry scone.

Dog, I...

Look, bottom line is, it's not easy for a black man to get on his knees for a white cop, especially with his son right there, so...

What if he was the offender and I'm out there soft-pedaling, being all politically correct, and I take two to the chest or you do?

What then?

No, I'm not gonna let that happen.

In this situation, I think it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission.

Hey, man.

How'd the interview with the sh**ting team go?

I'm not sure. It was pretty short.

They didn't ask me too many questions.

Okay.

Jay.

How you doing?

I'm just trying to stay positive.

Um, I was at the hospital earlier, and my brother said there's a good chance the little girl's gonna be...

Oh, you didn't hear?

She d*ed, Jay.

It's all over the news.

( somber music )

Okay.

I was just about to call you.

You said she was gonna make it.

Hey.

You said she was gonna...

Hey, I said she had a chance, okay?

She was in bad shape, lost too much blood.

I know.

There's only so much we can do.

I know. I'm sorry. I just...

♪ ♪

Hey. Any luck with the g*ng unit?

No. We looked through lots of photos, but...

These bangers must be new to this clique.

It's been eight hours. We still got no lead on the sh**t?

I got something.

I dumped the biker's phone, found two texts to a burner discussing a deal for some thumpers.

Recipient's name is Lil GG.

May be one of our sh**t.

Track the burner?

Yeah, to a mini mart about three blocks from the crime scene.

Good. You two.

Excuse me. Hey.

Looking for someone who bought a phone here.

His nickname's Lil GG.

Don't know anyone with that name.

Well, he's affiliated with one of the local gangs...

Southside Hawks.

Guessing they buy a lot of burners.

Ring any bells?

No, nothing? Come on, man, help me out.

I told you, I don't know them.

( mouthing words )

All right.

Well, I'm gonna need your video surveillance.

Not necessary.

I screwed up. We're at the wrong store.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Thank you.

It's really best if you get out of here, Jay.

I was told I could work desk duty.

Sarge, caught a break at the mini mart.

The owner's wife knows Lil GG.

His real name's Calvin Shaw.

Get an address and an arrest warrant.

It's already done.

Good.

All right, you two go with Ruzek and Upton.

Yep.

Let's pay this Lil GG a visit.

We got you.

Hey.

Go home.

Yeah.

Hey, Sarge, have you heard from Lindsay?

Nope. You?

I left her a message.

I didn't hear back.

Probably on assignment.

She's not coming back, is she?

Look, it was time for her to move on.

It just was.

You need to make peace with it.

♪ ♪

( tense music )

♪ ♪

Go.

Chicago PD!

Stairs!

Got a body!

All right, crossing.

♪ ♪

Clear.

Got two to the head.

What about the stomach?

( grunts )

DOA is Calvin Shaw, AKA Lil GG.

Two b*llet wounds to the head, none to the abdomen, so he's not the guy Halstead sh*t, unfortunately.

It sounds like Lil GG's partner got nervous.

Maybe blamed him for the CI leak.

Maybe.

Follow up with Ballistics.

I was going over the evidence from Lil GG's place.

There's a text message between him and the guy who got sh*t at the scene...

James Pell, the guy who won't talk to us.

Well, now we know why.

Get his ass down here right now.

Kev, you wanna come?

Yep.

James Pell?

We've been trying to talk to you.

Like I told the other cops, I'm in pain from the sh**ting and focused on my recovery.

You were treated and released in 15 minutes.

I believe the world's record is ten.

How much pain could you be in?

I got nothing to say.

Look we just wanna talk about your friend Lil GG.

I don't know anybody by that name.

You were texting him this morning right before that sh**t-out at the seminary.

I want a lawyer.

Now.

You deaf?

I said I want a damn lawyer.

So go.

Get out.

( dramatic music )

♪ ♪

Alvin, this is Alderman Price.

Oh, I know who he is.

Yeah, nice to see you again, Detective Olinsky.

Is James Pell in there?

I'm sorry. You are...

He's the guy I was telling you about.

Oh.

Yeah, he's back there.

Has he been arrested?

Nope.

Then I suggest you release him.

You know, I heard you were a politician.

I didn't realize you were a lawyer too.

( laughs ) You don't have to go to law school to see that the Chicago PD is once again harassing an innocent man.

He's free to go.

Oh, thank you, Detective, uh...

Actually, it's Sergeant. Voight.

Voight. Ray Price. Nice to meet you.

Now, I understand that your unit is under pressure for the unfortunate incident that happened at the seminary.

And I sympathize with that.

Mm.

But do not harass the hardworking men and women of my ward.

That is a hell of a speech, Ray.

It's too bad the cameras weren't rolling.

Oh, they will be soon enough.

Hmm.

Trust me on that.

Al, why don't you show these gentlemen back?

Thanks for your help, Sergeant.

Yeah.

This guy.

Hey, you guys talk to Halstead lately?

A few hours ago. What's up?

Well, as the kids say, he is blowing up the Internet, and not in a good way.

"Child k*ller is r*cist too."

r*cist? What?

Here's another: "r*cist cop punched African American Cop for no reason."

No, no, no, no, no, that guy was harassing Lindsay.

He sent her a bunch of perverted texts.

Wow, that didn't take long.

"The ACLU and NAACP are now demanding that Chicago PD fire Halstead."

Are you serious?

( sighs )

( somber music )

♪ ♪

Now, that's how you smoke brisket.

Thanks for coming down, Hank.

That's good.

Yeah.

Has a little of that Cajun kick to it.

Hmm.

Ah, I didn't mean to be so confrontational today.

But the truth is, you and me, we're on the same team.

Yeah, how do you figure that?

Well, we both love this city, and we both would do anything to protect its citizens.

Unless, of course, you're a cop and you accidentally sh**t a kid.

You know all those headlines today, accusations of racism?

See, I'm guessing that's you.

Sure is.

You know, Halstead... you know, he seems like a good cop.

Good guy too.

Hell, I had five people digging in his ass all day.

The only negative thing they could find was a fistfight he had with some degenerate black cop.

Oh, thank you.

This is made right here, five miles away.

Hmm.

Black owned, black financed.

Bourbon is damn good too.

100% corn. That's why it's so sweet.

So we come down here to drink bourbon?

No.

We came here to solve the problem... you and me.

Okay.

Somebody has to pay for that little girl.

Mm-hmm.

And all the other little boys and girls and the police sh**t and the ass whuppings.

More than ever, this city needs someone to blame, and that person is a young, good-looking white cop named Jay Halstead.

And you want me to help?

No.

I want you to get the hell out of the way.

Wow, that really is good.

Thanks for the drink.

( indistinct chatter )

( horn chirps )

Easy. Just relax.

Man, what the hell are you...

Just relax. I'm here as a friend.

I got enough friends.

Yeah.

Well, none that can get you out from under a m*rder rap.

A m*rder rap?

You were lookout in a g*n deal where two innocent people were k*lled.

That's felony m*rder, my man.

As a friend, I can convince the state's attorney to charge you with a lesser crime.

( laughs ) You don't have enough to charge me with jaywalking.

Well, not yet.

But we will.

Look, you help me, I'll return the favor.

If you don't, I'll convince the state's attorney you're the mastermind, mm.

Yeah, you're the one responsible for the m*rder of that woman and the little girl.

( tense music )

♪ ♪

What do you need?

All right, one more time, just for fun.

The two dead bikers are Anthony Jonas and Mike Scola, my younger brother, and we're from Gary.

We deal meth and g*ns. You and I met in Branchville.

You were in for armed robbery.

I was doing time for aggravated as*ault.

And we're here...

To get compensated for what happened the other day.

All right.

This is gonna be fun.

Listen, Marcus.

I lost $40,000 worth of g*ns, a friend named Tony Jonas, and my little brother Mike.

That sh**t-out really cost us.

Sorry, bro, but I don't know anything about no g*ns.

Really?

'Cause my brother said he was dealing directly with you and a friend named Lil GG.

You must got me confused with someone else.

If you're gonna lie, Marcus, why did you even take the meeting?

'Cause I wanna do some new business.

I need heaters.

So why don't we leave the past in the past and we just talk about the present?

'Cause my man Pell said you ready to deal.

Not yet.

We still got business to do.

I rapped with one of your boys yesterday.

A dude named Harold.

Said you got a lot of g*ns to sell me.

You know Harold?

I know I'm here to talk...

Do you know Harold, yes or no, bro?

My little brother was k*lled because you got a leak in your crew.

You're gonna question whether I'm legit, make up some dude named Harold?

What you looking at, cuz?

Who the hell you talking to, fam?

Talking business. Why don't you...

Wasn't nobody talking to your white ass, so you can shut up.

My white ass?

I'm talking to this clown...

Man, who you calling a clown?

( grunts, shouting )

( laughs )

Are you serious? Why I gotta go?

I ain't even do...

Okay, I'm outside. I'm outside.

I'll see you there!

Right here.

You're good. Calm down.

You good? You good?

Yeah.

I just don't like when people interfere with business, you know what I mean?

It's all good. It's okay, man. I understand.

So how we gonna do this?

Easy way or the other way?

Hey, look.

I'm sorry about your brother and the other dude, but I don't know anything about no g*ns and no money.

The best thing I can do is just offer $1,000.

( scoffs ) For two lives and 40 grand worth of merchandise?

( sighs )

Hey, look.

It was crazy for me too.

I almost lost my life.

Cops rolled up. b*ll*ts started flying.

The whole thing was just a mess.

♪ ♪

( whispering indistinctly )

I appreciate your honesty, Marcus.

$1,000 it is.

Great job, bro.

Thanks, the wire good?

Perfect.

It's been a while.

Yeah.

Thanks for helping out.

Sure thing.

You know, maybe I should stick around and help you bust this punk too.

I'm on loan. Might as well get your money's worth.

Sounds great.

Hailey Upton.

Hey, nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you.

Sorry about that, man.

No, it's okay. I get it.

No, no, no.

No, it was the right move.

He was reaching for his g*n.

All right, listen up.

First we get a warrant. Then we grab Marcus.

Let's go.

Good job.

( tense music )

♪ ♪

( woman screams )

Hey.

Come on.

Come on, get up.

You don't wanna do that.

Let's go.

Come on, you ain't got nothing better to do than running in my crib?

Come on.

Hey, hey, hey.

You're under arrest, man. Shut your ass up.

Damn, bro.

Hey, how you doing, Marcus?

Bro.

Don't look at me like that.

What's this?

Oh, my goodness.

Where'd you get that, playing polo?

Lawyer.

Lawyer?

Stand him up.

I need my lawyer.

Truth is, you're lucky.

'Cause if you didn't have that b*llet wound, I was gonna sh**t you myself.

Through and through. Lower left side of the abdomen.

Just like Halstead said.

So he's right.

About sh**ting Marcus Kelly, anyway.

Doesn't make it good police work.

There were five children in the day care center, 15 feet...

Are we really still talking about that illegal day care center, sir?

A little girl is dead.

15 .45-caliber rounds were fired in Halstead's direction.

A woman... a woman standing 20 feet away from him was k*lled.

If you're teaching a class at the academy on how to handle this situation, you'd say, "Do it the way Halstead did it."

There's a lot of pressure on this one, Hank... from up high.

Yeah, I'm sort of getting that feeling.

I imagine you already heard we arrested Marcus Kelly.

Yeah, got him on tape talking about the g*n deal.

Found the m*rder w*apon too.

Yeah, I read about that.

You read about it?

Huh.

Yeah, I felt sure he would have called you directly.

Excuse me?

Yeah, found this on his phone.

Doesn't surprise me.

Hmm.

I've known him for years.

His g*ng donates to my campaign.

But, uh, you already know that, huh?

You already talked to Marcus about me, our relationship.

Yes, I did.

Truth is, I don't have a choice.

Oh.

Rich white folks aren't pouring cash into this w*r.

Mm.

So I need to do what I need to do to save the people around here who want to be saved.

It's just a part of doing business.

Hmm.

The Southside Hawks donated $200 grand to this place.

Really? Wow.

Yeah.

It's a place where, as we speak, kids are playing basketball, learning how to read, using the computers.

Without the big, bad, evil g*ng, this doesn't get built.

Hmm. I get it.

I really do. I get it.

But I'll tell you what.

Most people won't.

I mean, a picture like this... this kind of thing gets out, I mean, arm in arm with a m*rder*r, child k*ller?

I mean, it's the kind of thing people don't forget.

Make it real hard for you to do business, to help the people of your ward.

What's your proposal?

Just back off Halstead.

I can do that, if you back off Pell.

Pell, the lookout?

( laughs )

He's more than that.

He's the brains of the whole crew.

He doesn't deal dr*gs, sh**t people.

He focuses on making money.

So I need him out there on the street making sure that the cash flow continues.

Mm.

And Marcus?

Bury his ass.

( dramatic music )

♪ ♪

Alderman.

Hank.

♪ ♪

Morgan Williams' senseless death has caused this city great distress and pain.

And as a result, we've gone to great lengths to find someone to blame, someone to hate.

And no one has wanted to hate Detective Halstead more than me.

But the more I learned about what actually transpired that morning, the more I'm convinced Detective Halstead did nothing wrong.

In fact, his actions saved several lives... several black lives.

Excuse me.

We really want to...

Nice try.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

I'll see you around, Hank.

Mm-hmm.

Hey.

Hey.

Sorry, I got here as fast as I could.

It's over?

Yeah, just ended.

How'd it go?

It was good. Really good, actually.

Price was very gracious.

I'm not really sure what prompted all this, but...

Hey, take yes for an answer.

If there's anything you need, please let me know.

I'll be okay eventually.

I think I just gotta make sense of all of it.

Yeah. It's tough.

Trust me.

Have you...

Yeah.

Different circumstances, but...

Talk to Morgan's mother yet?

No. I don't think I'm ready.

Oh, man. You're never gonna be ready.

You just have to do it.

Detective Halstead is not the man to blame...

Sounds like good news.

Not the man to hate.

Yeah, yeah.

Makes you think, though.

I mean, Halstead's just doing his job, he almost gets k*lled, for God sakes, and they try their best to throw him under the bus.

It's a tough time to be a cop.

In Chicago, anyway.

Yeah, I'll drink to that.

Wait, no.

I say we drink to something else instead.

I agree. To Halstead.

To Halstead.

Kim, you want another beer?

Uh, no, I'm good.

Maybe later, we could, uh...

No.

It's just not a good idea.

Well, I never said it was a good idea.

( chuckles )

I met someone.

Oh, that's great.

Hmm.

You... you sure you don't want another beer?

I'm good.

All right. Have a good night.

The last time we had dinner, you said you weren't too happy over at the state's attorney's office.

Those long-tail investigations get a little boring.

Well, if you're looking for a little more excitement, you're welcome back in the unit full-time.

( chuckles )

Might have to juggle a few things, but that sounds great.

( laughs )

( knocking )

( somber music )

♪ ♪

I found Morgan's necklace.

I wanted you to have it.

I'm very sorry.

♪ ♪