♪ Happy birthday dear Daniel ♪
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
Happy birthday, kiddo.
Come on, blow out that candle.
Ready? One, two...
- Good job. - Yay!
I can't believe he's a year old already.
Ooh, wait. Time for presents.
Oh.
That one's from me.
All these years you kept this?
Your mom did. She kept all your baby stuff
upstairs in the attic,
just, you know, hoping one day she could pass it along.
- Hank, it's perfect. - Yeah.
Thanks, Pop.
I wish Mom was here too.
Yeah.
She would be so proud of you.
That I know.
There you go.
Just six more months
of getting top marks in training,
and I'm eligible for signal corps officer.
I'm really, really proud of you.
Means a lot, Pop. Thanks.
So you were in town last month, huh?
Yeah.
Yeah, I was seeing a friend.
Only had, like, a day and a half,
otherwise I would've reached out.
Mm.
Don't.
So who's this friend?
It's my son's birthday, Pop.
I don't feel like being interrogated, okay?
There he is.
Bedtime.
And besides, I'm not a kid anymore.
I can handle my own business.
Yeah.
Hmm.
Hey, Sarge.
We got one dead female...
found in the trunk.
A park district employee was closing the gates.
He was about to have the car towed
when he noticed blood on the rear of the car
and called the police.
Victim's hands and feet are tied with barbed wire.
Throat's cut. Fingernails are gone, too.
I'm guessing she fought back against the assailant.
He knew there'd be DNA,
so he yanked them off.
Cartel hit?
Or Russians.
They've been known to use barbed wire too.
Mouse ran a work-up.
Car's registered to the victim.
Her name's Melissa Wilds.
She's 26 years old.
We got an address.
All right, call Ruzek and Olinsky.
Tell them to go over there and do a knock-and-talk.
I'll call in for a warrant.
What's going on?
We're the police. Who are you, ma'am?
Tricia Reynolds.
I'm Melissa's friend.
Um, I've been waiting up for her to get home.
This is her daughter, Tigan.
Did something happen?
Where's Mommy?
Tricia, is everything okay?
Yeah, everything's fine, Mom.
Tricia, you think your mom could take Tigan inside, please?
Yeah.
When's Mommy coming home?
She'll be home soon.
Come on, sweetie.
We found Melissa about an hour ago.
She's been murdered.
Oh, my God.
Tricia, did Melissa say where she was going tonight, or...
No, um, she just said
she had to meet someone,
so she asked me to watch Tigan for her.
Where's Tigan's father?
- Peter? - Yeah.
Um, he... he was in the Army.
He died, um, in an accident last year.
All right, we're gonna need you to come down
to district, just answer a few questions...
call Tigan's next of kin.
But who would want to hurt her?
That's what we're gonna find out.
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Sir. Commander.
Sergeant, please have a seat.
This meeting's like a coin flip.
Am I getting a department commendation
or the firing squad?
Sergeant, as you know,
the department is under intense scrutiny.
Charges of racial profiling, excessive use of force,
deadly shootings...
public trust and morale are at critical points.
The new superintendent's trying to fix that.
- Good. - Implementing new programs,
new strategies...
strategies that might not fit with your "old school" approach.
Well, I'm not a stats guy, but I'm pretty sure my unit
has the highest clear rate of any organized crime division.
And we know the credit for that goes mostly to you.
It's a team effort.
Which brings us to why you're here.
We're promoting you to lieutenant.
I didn't take the lieutenant's exam.
It's a meritorious promotion.
You're one of the most respected supervisors in the field.
Instead of a six-man unit,
you'll be in charge of 50.
Instill your years of knowledge onto them.
There's also a substantial salary increase.
So all those times you guys tried to put paper on me,
take away my star, question my methods...
it's all forgotten?
Why don't we just call this what it is?
Part of this new policy is taking proactive cops off the street.
I think "proactive" is putting it politely, Sergeant.
And regardless of
how you see this,
we strongly recommend that you accept.
May I please be excused?
You have 48 hours to give us your answer.
Thank you, Commander.
Gentlemen.
Melissa Wilds.
Her husband was an Army private...
killed in a training exercise last year at Fort Bragg,
along with three others, when their chopper went down.
She had an associate's from Roosevelt
and worked as a paralegal for the law firm Sawyer & Sawyer.
Yeah, I've seen those commercials.
They're just high-profile ambulance chasers.
Bigger than that.
They do seven-figure class action lawsuits
against pharmaceutical companies or schools with asbestos.
Yo, except for a few parking tickets,
Melissa has zero priors.
She's a working, widowed mom,
so the more I'm digging here, I can't see any reason
why she'd be associated with cartels or any Russians.
Melissa.
This girl was tortured with barbed wire.
That means the killer either wanted something from her,
or it was personal.
So I want to know where she was before we found her,
who she was with... if she was seeing someone new.
Hey, look who's here.
- Oh, there he is. - Hey, hey.
- Last day, huh? - Yep, this is it.
Just clearing out my locker.
- Gonna miss you, man. - You too.
Here, I know you never passed a mirror you didn't like.
Yeah, you know, I got to check my fade out around the clock.
I appreciate that, bro.
Here, for you.
Just in case they ever let you loose in the street.
Are you kidding?
Oh, I'm definitely using this on these bozos up here.
This is... this is a bad idea.
- Hey, man. - Hi.
Sorry to see you go, Sean.
Hey, if the job don't want me,
then I don't want the job.
Do yourself a favor.
Just leave that at the doorstep when you walk out of here.
You served this city proudly.
Just carry that with you.
Yeah. Thanks, Sergeant.
Adam.
I know it wasn't pretty between us.
But you're good police, and I'll always respect that.
Hey, you too, man.
- Good luck. - Thanks.
- Hey. - Hm?
Roger Simpson, Melissa's father,
is downstairs.
Al?
We should start drawing straws.
Roger Simpson?
All right.
Mr. Simpson,
I'm Detective Olinsky.
Is... is what I heard true?
Melissa had her throat cut?
Sit down.
Uh, she's with the M.E. right now,
so we're still determining...
Please, don't.
Don't give me the runaround.
I need to know.
We found your daughter with barbed wire
wrapped around her wrists and ankles.
And yes, her...
her throat was cut.
What kind of animal...
Do you know why anybody would want to harm Melissa?
She'd been acting...
different the past few months,
asking me to watch Tigan a lot more,
but I'm two hours away,
so it was tough.
I asked if anything was wrong,
but she wouldn't say.
I always told her I was there for her...
no matter what.
I guess I was wrong.
I'm sorry.
Hey.
This suddenly feels real.
Yeah.
I've been thinking about your offer.
Me too.
I want you to stay.
Are you mad?
No.
I just...
I've been trying to figure out a way
to tell you the same thing,
'cause this is where I belong...
being a cop.
Do it for both of us.
Hey, I found something.
Okay.
Why are we whispering?
Just... just look at it.
Are you kidding me?
Yeah, I wish I was.
Yeah?
Hey, we got, uh, Melissa Wild's phone records.
Okay.
She and Justin, um... they knew each other.
Looks like there's maybe 20 phone calls
and twice as many texts between the two of them last month.
The last phone call she made was a half hour
before time of death.
He said he was in town to help a friend.
Maybe it was her.
Where is Justin now?
He should be at home with Olive and Daniel.
Did he ever mention this girl to you?
Don't you think I would've mentioned it if he did?
Straight to voicemail.
Where's Justin?
He left over an hour ago.
Said he needed to clear his head.
- Have you tried calling him? - He's not answering.
I texted him too.
Hank, I'm worried.
We'll find him.
Mouse, I need you to track the GPS on Justin's car...
now.
Turn here.
There it is.
Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God. - Oh, my God.
Justin. He's got a pulse!
Lincoln 5021, emergency.
- I repeat, emergency. - Oh, my God, he's been shot!
I need an ambulance at my current location.
We have a gunshot wound victim.
Get me that ambulance now!
Hank...
Justin!
We have incoming. You're with me.
- Talk to me. - It's my son!
Sharon called. We're going to Baghdad.
GSW to the neck.
GCS 3, tubed in the ambo.
- Pupils fixed and dilated? - Yup.
Sinus tachy on the monitor.
He was bound in the trunk of a car.
Rotate.
Get ready to transfer.
Ready? Three, two, one... transfer.
Hank, let's step outside.
Is he breathing?
I need a CT head.
Someone call neurosurgery!
Is he still breathing?
Checking right now, Hank.
Come on, let them do their job.
- Oh, my God! - Get me a head CT.
What are they saying?
Get everyone back to 21.
- Hank, we don't... - Now!
Everybody needs to hold on real tight,
and you all know what I mean.
If at any point you're not comfortable with something,
you come tell me.
I want you to put word out to all your C.I.'s.
That's 90,000
for any information on who did this
to Melissa Wilds and my son.
Hey, we got this, Sarge.
Think you should go to the hospital?
All right, let me be clear.
I don't need condolences.
I need commitment...
from each of you.
I'm gonna do whatever it takes to find who did this.
Anybody not comfortable with that...
should take the next couple of days off.
So, turns out Justin went through basic training
with Peter Wilds at Fort Campbell
before Peter got shipped to Fort Bragg.
That's how they knew each other.
They stayed close friends.
Melissa started reaching out to Justin about four weeks ago.
Still doesn't tell us how they were mutual targets.
Maybe there's a nexus with her job...
the law firm.
Check it out.
Hey. Hey.
What?
You have a grandson now, okay?
Just remember that.
Hey, jagoff.
Hank.
Come on, sit down.
Mickey.
You said you saw Justin a few weeks back.
I need to know...
was he with anyone?
That's Aces around.
- Hey! - Hank, hey, hey!
- Easy, easy! - Think hard!
- Not in here. - Get off me... get off me!
Let him go!
Justin's at Chicago Med.
I found him in the trunk of his car with a bullet in his head.
- I'm so sorry... - So I need to know.
Was my son with anyone when you saw him?
Yeah, a girl, but not Olive.
She waited for him outside.
Justin came to you.
What did he want?
To borrow some money.
Said the girl was in a jam.
And then this guy showed up,
and all three of them got into an argument.
- What guy? - I don't know.
What guy?
I heard her call him Ginger.
I told Justin if there's trouble,
he should go to you.
I swear to God, Hank.
He said he had it handled.
I may need a favor at some point.
Whatever you need.
Melissa used to be a great employee.
Never complained about the hours or working weekends.
But there was definitely something off with her
these past few weeks.
How do you mean?
Her demeanor.
Melissa was always outgoing...
always had a smile on her face,
even after losing her husband, Peter.
But lately she'd become withdrawn...
distant.
And to be honest, that's when I started to get suspicious.
Suspicious of what, exactly?
We worked a class action suit last year.
Several dozen plaintiffs were awarded
mesothelioma cancer pay-outs,
all over a million dollars each.
After the checks were mailed out,
three of the plaintiffs were robbed in home invasions...
some of them badly injured.
Was Melissa the only one with access to this information?
Well, no.
But the way she was acting,
and now what's happened to her...
it can't be a coincidence.
Anything?
I checked leads, NCIC, CHRIS, CPIC.
There is... there's no offender
who's been arrested in the city of Chicago
with the alias "Ginger."
I'm waiting on a call from my guy in the FBI.
See if "Ginger" pops for anything federal.
All right, thanks, man.
Uh, hey, that was Jay.
Sounds like Melissa Wilds might've been involved
in a series of home invasion robberies...
feeding the addresses of clients who got large settlements
through her law firm.
She's got no record, a four-year-old at home...
doesn't add up.
Dead husband, a hungry kid...
the girl has bills.
She's a paralegal. She's not starving.
Look, just call robbery-homicide.
Get the details on these home invasions.
Look, if she was involved in the robberies,
it seems like Justin probably knew about them...
you know, whatever that means,
but it's unlikely that Melissa ran a robbery crew by herself.
What are you saying?
Just that he might've had a different role in all this.
Hank, come on.
You want me to be honest with you, Hank?
I'm wondering the same thing the kid is.
You think Justin is part of some robbery crew?
I mean, it's not the first time he's found trouble.
I would've known.
Well, you didn't even know he was here last month.
You had to find that out second-hand.
Hank.
Hey.
Why didn't he come to me, Al?
Hey.
Hey, come on.
Listen.
All that matters is finding who did this.
And however you want to play this, Hank...
Hey, I'm with you on this,
till the end.
Just got a call from my Fed.
Carl Hearnes, AKA Ginger.
He's been on the FBI's radar for the last few years,
suspected of home invasions in Illinois, Indiana, and Michigan.
Seems he's not so much the muscle
but the talent at cracking safes.
Feds have been dragging their feet arresting the guy...
lack of evidence.
Sounds like it matches the same M.O.
as the victims from Melissa's law firm.
Got an LKA?
Hearnes hasn't paid a utility bill
at any steady address for over five years.
But supposedly when he's in town,
he likes crashing at a motel on Lincoln
where they pimp cheap girls.
Everybody gear up.
This one we don't announce.
Don't move!
- Right there! - I'll blow your head off!
- Let me see your hands. - Don't move.
You, get your clothes.
Get out of here.
You got a warrant?
Melissa Wilds.
Never heard of her.
The stove.
Cover the door.
Wait a minute.
Justin Voight is my son.
Ugh!
You shoot him and wrap him in barb wire?
No, man, that wasn't me.
- It was all Kevin! - Kevin who?
Kevin Bingham, a guy I work with sometimes.
He... he used to bang that girl Melissa
when they were younger.
He got his hooks back into her after her husband died...
started forcing her to give up info
on who was getting big pay-outs from her law firm.
Yeah, and you did the home invasions.
Ugh!
I just do the safes, man.
He handles the people, then we split it down the middle.
Why did he kill her and shoot my son?
Melissa wanted out.
But Kevin wouldn't let her,
so she went to Justin for help.
Then he called me...
wanted me to meet him at that social club
to broker a deal for her safety for five grand.
I told him, leave it alone.
He had no idea who he was messing with.
Kevin knew Melissa was gonna rat him out,
so he called Justin to meet
to tie up loose ends!
Where's Kevin now?
I don't know. I swear!
He only calls me when there's a job!
Voight, we can do this at the district!
We're fine right here.
Relax. Relax.
Where's Kevin now?
Hiding 'cause he knows you're after him.
I swear to God that's all I know.
- Come on. - Get up.
Hank?
We are all here for you.
Thanks, Trudy.
Hey, uh, real quick.
- Commander. - Sergeant.
I cannot imagine how difficult this must be.
I want to express my deepest sympathies.
But because of the personal nature of this case,
I can't have you or your unit actively investigating it.
I am gonna find who did this to my son.
Think about your career, Sergeant...
the promotion you were just offered.
You think I care about that right now?
Then think about the officers in your unit
and their careers.
You step outside policy,
as I know you will,
you take them down with you.
You want to take me off this case...
you're gonna have to put a bullet in my head,
you understand?
Kevin Bingham.
He's been racking up felonies since he was 18...
armed robbery, assault, battery, burglary.
Five years ago he got popped for attempted murder.
A guy spilled his drink at a bar,
so Bingham stabbed him 16 times.
Yeah, and he got out of jail three months ago.
Melissa's father said she and Bingham
dated six years ago back in high school.
And after her husband died,
he started coming around again.
So these were sent over
in the robbery-homicide file.
All of these are from recent home invasions
where the victims were tied up with barbed wire.
That is definitely something he picked up in prison.
So Bingham's parole officer said he stopped showing up...
violated him, but he's got no LKA.
Yeah, so we've been running an extensive check
on all his known associates,
including those off his prison visiting list.
All right, this is Dillon James.
It's Bingham's half brother,
visited him all the way up until his parole,
putting money into his canteen account.
He's got priors for methamphetamine
and a thing for stealing UPS trucks
and selling the stolen goods.
Where is he?
We got a possible house in Rogers Park.
Let's roll out.
Oh, Antonio.
You stay here.
Just call us if you get anything.
Hey.
Any word on Justin?
Uh, Goodwin called.
He's being moved to ICU.
Said she'll call in an hour with an update.
Okay.
We got two.
Chicago PD!
Chicago PD! Don't move!
Stay where you are! Get... sit down!
- Stay down! - Don't move!
- Don't move. - Look here, look at me.
Tear this place up, top to bottom.
You brother, Kevin Bingham.
Where is he?
I... I don't know.
Aah!
God! Argh!
The son of a police officer was left for dead.
We know your brother did it.
So if I was you, I'd be forthcoming.
I ain't... I ain't seen him.
All right, he was here!
He came by last night.
He was picking up some... some cash I was holding for him
and some guns.
Where did he go?
I don't know. On my life.
I'm telling you, he said he just needed to get out of town
until something blew over.
Let me see your hands.
Keep looking. Keep looking at me.
Get Bingham's picture to every train,
bus station, airport, and toll camera.
All right, call an ambo.
Just tell them it was a domestic.
I'm listening.
Kevin Bingham, huh?
That's right.
So I'm hearing right?
That's who shot your son?
You got something for me or not, Rev?
Well, that depends on if the 90K bounty
you put on the street is real.
- It is. - Cool.
'Cause I'm gonna need to throw a little cash around
to find out where Kevin's hiding out at.
Spend what you want. Keep the rest.
Then I'll go do my thing.
Hank.
Can we talk?
Just lay it out, Sharon. Please.
Hank, Justin's not coming back.
The bullet caused a catastrophic brain injury,
and it's inoperable.
Dead brain tissue is not regenerative,
so he will be on a ventilator and feeding tubes
for the rest of his life.
He won't wake up.
He won't recognize his family
or speak again.
I, uh...
I got... I got to talk to Olive.
Well, that's why I'm here.
I spoke with her. She's at Med now.
Olive wants to withdraw life support.
She wanted me to ask you first.
Listen.
Look, I know what happens to families
when they hang on too long.
I am so sorry.
You did good.
Hey.
I heard.
Yeah.
And you've been there for me,
so if there's anything that I can do...
Can you explain why this happened?
I mean...
Justin pulled himself up, you know?
- He made a new life. - Yeah.
He had a baby, a great wife...
You can't do that. You can't ask yourself why.
When Hank and Camille took me in,
he could've made my life a living hell.
And he just...
he tried so many things that didn't work out.
You know, he tried being a tough guy.
And he tried to be his dad.
Tried to be a player.
But underneath all that stuff, he was just a sweet kid.
Yeah.
To...
To think that what took him down
was just trying to help a friend.
Look at me. It's okay.
Commander, you wanted to see me?
Close the door.
I heard Sergeant Voight put a $90,000 reward on the street.
Is that true?
I'm just doing what I can to solve the case.
A case from which the intelligence unit
has been removed.
What would you do?
I mean, if it was your own son who was left to die slowly
in the trunk of a car?
Would you step aside?
If I was ordered to, yes.
What about you, Detective?
When your own son was abducted,
did you break any rules?
All due respect, Commander...
We saved my son
and got him back unharmed.
In no small part, that was thanks to Voight.
We both know how this is gonna end for Voight.
And when he's up on charges,
I'm gonna need someone to run Intelligence.
You follow me, Detective?
I'm been approached before about this.
It was either someone in Internal Affairs
or the person that had your job before you.
But my answer was no.
Nothing's changed.
'Cause if you're looking for a rat...
I'm not looking for a rat.
I'm looking for an honest cop.
You got something for me, Rev?
Yeah, I got a location on Kevin Bingham,
but you got to move fast.
I got an address on Bingham.
I want everyone rolling there now.
First two to arrive, breach.
This guy's on the run... could be leaving any minute.
Let's go.
Clear.
Basement's clear.
Upstairs clear.
I got nothing.
Hey, I'm two minutes out.
Bingham's not here. No one's here.
Not for a while.
Is Voight there?
Not yet.
Erin?
Got a package for you in the trunk.
I'm Justin's dad.
Just hear me out for two seconds, okay?
Two seconds.
I did not kill Justin.
But I know who did,
and I want that son of a bitch as bad as you.
From where Melissa Wilds tried to fight you off.
No.
Right before you killed her
and pulled her fingernails out
to hide your DNA.
Okay, look, I can get you 500 grand...
tonight...
in cash!
Hey, you want to kill me? I understand.
But believe it or not, I liked Justin,
and I know he'd want you to have that money.
Give me your hands.
Start digging.
Come on, Hank.
He left a note for you.
I have it.
I mean, not on me, but I have it.
Dig.
I told him a bunch of times,
"You're in over your head, kid."
You think I brought Justin in on this deal?
Hell no, he came to me,
trying to be some hero for Melissa,
and I told him,
"This don't concern you."
Keep digging.
But did you hear what I said?
He stuck his nose in my business.
He was warned.
Dig.
Oh! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Over here! Hey!
Hank!
Oh, thank God. Thank God.
This guy tried to kill me.
I didn't do anything.
Don't do this.
Get back in your car, Erin.
Do not throw it all away over him.
Get back in your car.
Hank, please.
Please... Justin wouldn't want you to do this.
Get out of here.
Justin wouldn't want this!
Now.
Hank.
Hank!
Erin.
No, don't!
You can't!
Erin, right? Erin!
Don't! Please!
Ahh.
I did you a favor.
He's the kind of son you worry about, right?
'Cause he don't have the smarts to survive.
I bet you probably waited up every night
waiting on that phone call.
Well, at least the phone call's over with.
And I'm gonna tell you what I told him,
right before I put a bullet in his head.
Go f...
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