Chicago Police Intelligence.
Do you wanna keep answering phones?
I wanna be a Chicago Police Officer.
Let's do it then.
I did? You passed.
Hello.
Where's Nadia?
Straight to voicemail.
We may have a hit on the car, it's south of the Broadway Bridge.
Hey Sarge.
We got her.
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Hey.
So the memorial stone's in motion.
And the etching's gonna go right on the side of the building.
I'm just waiting on the go-ahead from the Ivory Tower.
Thanks for taking the lead on this, Sarge.
I keep wanting to buzz up there,
do our usual noontime visit to the fat box.
You know, the vending machine.
That's what they call it in England.
Nadia read about it.
I keep touching up my mascara every ten minutes.
I gotta get upstairs.
Okay.
Damn, man.
Yeah, we're all feeling it.
Girl was going places, man.
Hey.
Go grab some coffee.
We got this.
It's just a desk, right?
How you holding up?
Same as everyone else, I guess.
Anybody we should be sending her stuff to?
Uh, her dad's in Indianapolis.
I'll make sure and get it to him.
All right, Fischer just called.
He needs us in Tri Taylor.
Hey. Hey Antonio.
Cruz. Sergeant.
What the hell happened here?
Bomb went off at 8:42 a.m.
We're cleared for radiation.
At least four injured, two pretty bad shape. Two fatalities. One female.
One looks like a male.
How's that?
Still putting him back together.
Any idea what caused this?
IED of some sort.
We found screws in buildings all the way down the street.
Thanks.
So where were you standing when it went off?
You're the police?
Yeah that's right.
Mm-hmm. Give me a second.
Do you live around here?
Did you see something?
Come on, Isabella. She's 12.
Got a vivid imagination.
Let this man do his job.
Come on. How many times have I told you not to talk to cops?
Hey, man.
Were there any victims taken to the hospital before we got here?
My wife... Have you seen her?
Nobody will tell me anything.
Sir we're still trying to clear the scene but if we could take your name?
Information? Mason. Uh, Brahmer.
We own the cafe. My wife and I. Okay.
Oh my God, Elizabeth.
Go ahead and ride with your wife.
Nobody saw anything.
It's an explosion, a lot of glass.
Same inside.
All right, well, keep knocking on doors.
Hey, Al, you and Ruzek go question the husband once he calms down.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Police.
Detective Halstead, Chicago PD.
If you wouldn't mind, Yeah, we met.
I just wanna talk to your daughter for a quick sec.
She didn't see anything.
Two people died in that bombing, ma'am.
Get back in your room and finish getting ready. Mom?
Now.
Last year a kid in Isabella's school testified in a gang shooting
and a week later he was found with a bullet in his head.
I get it. We're gonna put her down as a confidential source.
Oh yeah? Are you gonna give her a lollypop too?
And the next thing you know, she's compelled to testify
and when word gets around, how am I gonna keep her safe?
I can't afford to move out of my place,
let alone put her in a new school and start over.
I understand your concern.
But how is your daughter gonna feel knowing
that her mother didn't let her help get the people who did this?
I know she saw something and I know she wants...
Got started on a sandwich bar.
Now I'm making quiche and crepes.
European stuff I couldn't even pronounce before.
Eight months. How long you been working there?
Where were you when the bomb went off?
The kitchen. I throw out an order,
I ring the bell and a second later boom.
How's Mrs. Brahmer holding up?
She's got some fighting to do.
I owe a lot to those two.
The Brahmers know about your priors when they hired you?
Absolutely they did.
I came clean, I let 'em know I did
a little something when I was younger but I put it behind me.
Armed robbery's not a little something.
Well, I learned from it.
Well, so, having been through this before,
Brandon, you'll remember eventually the cops get to the bottom of it.
I had nothing to do with blowing that place up.
Period. But I do know who might.
So do you want to hear about it
or you want to keep wasting your time looking at me?
If you got something to say, say it.
Gangbanger named K-Trick's been hanging around Brahmer's for months.
He comes around back every week.
Two days ago Brahmer goes in the back to talk to K-Trick.
An hour later Brahmer's Suburban was destroyed.
All right I'm gonna let Ruzek know.
Doctor said your wife went into surgery?
Yeah. I guess shrapnel came close to hitting a major artery,
every second is touch and go.
Mr. Brahmer, you were near the bomb when it went off, right?
I work the kitchen, my wife runs the front of the house.
Cashier called in sick, so Liz was wearing a lot of hats today.
Your cook who mentioned somebody uh, by the name of K-Trick.
Yeah. Him.
What was the nature of your relationship?
He's been shaking me down for protection money.
Two days ago I said I wouldn't pay him as much
'cause this winter really killed me, revenue-wise.
He beat up my SUV.
So this K-Trick made threats on your life if you didn't keep up payments.
He never actually said that specifically.
He just
said I'd regret it.
We'll call it in.
Hey, Sarge.
Sarge?
This can't be right.
What's the matter?
I just got an email saying Area Central's not approving the purchase order
for the engraving job on Nadia's stone.
I am gonna attack somebody.
Well, umm, we can pass a hat around, collect the money ourselves.
We may need to push the memorial a little, but we can...
Oh no, the only thing that's getting pushed around here
is whoever wrote this.
Right off a cliff.
I got a cousin that does stone work.
He'll give it to us on the cuff.
I can't even believe what I'm seeing here.
Seriously. Don't stress yourself out, Sarge.
You got enough to worry about. We all do.
Stonecutting is what your cousin does for a living
it's not some side job he dabbles in?
It's full time. Legit. He turns down work.
Okay great, if you can make that happen, I'll get to the bottom of this.
It's K-Trick. Otherwise known as Kenny T. Reevis.
He's a Gangster Disciple, not top of the pyramid but he's got some corners.
Been brought up on racketeering charges twice.
But the cases fell through when the witnesses dropped the charges.
Finally got the analysis on the IED back from Bomb Unit.
Now whoever built it used a pressure cooker.
They filled it with nails, screws, glass, some small grade explosive.
I think that's the same kind those guys used for the Boston Marathon Bombing.
Yeah see you hook it up to a cell phone,
and ka-blammo, the shrapnel projects out,
shreds everything in its path.
It's uh, nasty, nasty stuff.
Halstead's working on a witness.
A little girl, lives across the street.
Her mom shut it down the first time, but he's gonna go at her again, so.
No other witnesses?
None willing to talk. No security cameras in the cafe.
All right Mouse, run the victims for domestic disputes, orders of protection.
Make sure none of them was the intended target.
Rest of you get a beat on Reevis.
Who?
Frankie!
Ah, look who it is.
The Celtic Tiger himself.
What's up my man, this is my partner, Kim Burgess.
It's going. How's it going?
Did you get my message?
Yeah. I didn't check it, though.
We need a stone engraved at the district.
Most importantly it's gotta be done by tomorrow afternoon.
Oh wow. Listen, I got three orders stacked up.
Frankie, when's the last time I asked you for a favor?
The parking tickets I made disappear?
Hey look, Yeah, but...
we know it's short notice, but
we lost a friend unexpectedly.
So could you please help us out here?
What the hell. For my cousin, I'll move some stuff around.
Just let me know what you want it to say. Yeah.
Oh... Right.
I don't know, sorry, I don't...
Yeah, it's cool, just take your time.
Thanks.
Jay.
Father McClosky. Good to see you.
Yeah. Thanks for meeting me.
I saw something on the news the other night...
About the young woman that worked in your district.
Yeah.
I'm so sorry for your loss. I'll say a mass for her.
Thanks I, I appreciate that.
I really do.
Is that why you wanted to see me?
Actually, uh,
I was hoping you could pull a few strings for me.
Let's take a walk.
You can do the talking.
Kenny Reevis.
Yeah.
How about we go for a ride, man.
I'm watching my son here.
Oh, is that his aunt? His nanny? I'm sure he's fine.
Aunt. But I only got him four days out of the month,
so if you got something to ask me, you ask me here.
No, we gotta talk down at the district, pal.
I ain't going anywhere unless you got an arrest warrant.
You hear me?
You picked the wrong cop on the wrong day.
I will slap bracelets on you and drag you outta here,
in front of your son.
You hear me?
Get on your feet.
All right. Stacey! Keep an eye on Jackson. I'll be back.
You know why Teddy Roosevelt won the Nobel Peace Prize?
Russia and Japan were getting into it and Teddy was like,
"I gotta sit these fools down before they blow each other up."
He also knew to make it stick both countries
needed to feel like they won something.
That's how I operate.
Brahmer and I, we had a nice deal.
He kicked me down a little cash and I'd watch out for him.
He misses a payment and I blow up his restaurant
and kill a bunch of people?
That ain't win-win.
That ain't me. Ask around.
We did. We know you demolished his car
and told him he was gonna regret not paying you, two days ago.
And you're gonna try and convince me that those are actions that are even
in the same universe as blowing up a building?
I don't need to convince you.
Prosecuting attorney just needs to convince the jury.
Oh man.
Kenny, let's say it wasn't you. All right?
You were born and raised in the neighborhood.
Damn straight.
You probably didn't like getting pushed out.
You ever lose your neighborhood to a bunch of rich people?
Why didn't you leave?
'Cause it's my block.
Okay so it's your block.
You know who blew up the cafe.
Give us a name. We get help with the case
and you get off without a murder charge.
That's a win-win situation, baby.
Nobody I know.
Hey. Hey, send a photo of Reevis over to Halstead.
See if he can get it in front of his witness.
Yeah.
Erin.
How you holding up?
I'm fine. I just wish everyone would stop asking me.
I'm not everyone.
I miss her. Like everybody else.
I'm here, I'm doing my job.
Mmm. Job part I'm not worried about.
Don't let this turn into a banana peel for you.
And I think you know what I'm talking about.
Come too far.
I hear you.
So we looked into the guy that actually owns the building that got bombed.
Graham Norcross. Who?
Guy's got ten lawsuits hanging over his head.
Each one a different tenant,
claiming he strong-armed them out of his properties.
He throws a single mother of three out on the street
and sells the place for twice what he bought it for.
Big jump, bombing your own property.
Worth a conversation at least.
Go talk to him.
Mr. Norcross? Detectives Dawson and... Orbinsky?
I'm glad you came, It's close enough.
Had you on my call sheet.
Oh hey, you were calling us?
Yeah I was hoping to get addresses for the victims.
I'd like to send some flowers over.
That's nice of you, but we can't give out their information yet.
It was terrible, getting that call this morning.
When you get any updates, I'd appreciate you passing them along.
You've evicted a number of tenants from
the buildings you've purchased. That's correct?
Should I have my legal counsel join us?
Does he need to be here?
You tell me.
We're just here for some background, Mr. Norcross.
A tenant four doors down from today's bombing site
had to leave her residence because of an electrical fire.
That's at 2315 Rockefeller.
She says you were responsible because the building
went up a day after your crew was inside working on the wiring.
Arson is difficult to prove...
And there are witnesses who state that the
tenants in question were stealing electricity.
Endangering their own family.
But as that is a pending legal matter, I obviously can't comment further.
You know one of the victims had their limbs blown off.
This is in your building.
How 'bout you don't hide behind your lawyer and help us out on this one.
Jamie Weston.
She'll be happy to facilitate any further questions you may have.
Nice. Classy.
Commander. I've left you like ten messages.
I wanted to tell you in person.
Wow. I don't like the sound of this already.
Now it's not just the purchase order.
George Baumgartner, he won't approve the stone for Nadia at all.
That's... Unacceptable.
I'm sorry. They don't think it's appropriate since she wasn't a cop.
Hey, if it was up to me, that stone would be done already.
Cover the desk, Garcia.
You got it, Sarge.
Trudy...
Look, Nadia DeCotis wasn't a cop.
If we put up a stone commemorating her, the next thing you know,
the janitor's gonna be asking for one.
Now what kind of precedent would that set?
The precedent that we memorialize those we lose in our district.
It doesn't matter whether she wore tin or not.
It matters to some people. It matters to the people I answer to.
Do you know what happened to her in New York, George?
What she went through?
I do, and it's horrible.
I tell you what. Let's put a pin in it for now
Oh, no. No way. And maybe revisit the issue next month.
I know how it works around here.
It just keeps getting kicked down the line.
Nadia made the ultimate sacrifice
and she deserves a memorial stone at the 21st District.
Or I will stand up at the next FOP meeting
and I will tell everybody that
you blocked her from getting the honor she deserves.
The answer's no. And don't threaten me again.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Leave.
Not until you hear me out.
I'm gonna call the cops.
You'd be calling me, essentially.
King of Cross Academy. Full scholarship for Isabella.
Just want to ask her a couple questions.
Show her a photo.
She doesn't testify.
Absolutely not.
I was waiting outside while my mom got coffee,
and this guy came in with a blue backpack.
I remembered it 'cause my friend's got the same one.
But when he came out, it was gone.
Okay. Is this the man you saw?
That's not him. The guy I saw was white with a beard.
Okay. Do you remember anything else about him?
His right hand, he had scars all over it.
That's it.
That's enough.
Okay.
Thank you so much Isabella.
You're welcome.
I cross-referenced all recent parolees in Tri Taylor and
the surrounding areas with their known identifiers...
Yep. We got Sam Carden.
Did a little time in Statesville for assault and battery,
couple weapons charges.
The scars on his right hand's from burns he uh, got working as an electrician.
Parole officer said he's been picking up day jobs here and there,
but apparently he had a hard time going straight.
Well he do any work for or got any beef with Norcross or Brahmer?
I say we go ask him.
His parole officer said he lives over on the South Side.
Go. Have everyone who's free meet you there for backup.
All right.
Like I said I'm constantly checking in with my parolees
and I've seen Sam's paystubs and he's been going to work.
All right? Believe me.
If he was up to something, I'd know about it.
All right.
Go ahead.
Oh. Huh.
Oh I'd say he was up to something.
Can't be everywhere all the time, right?
Oh!
(WHISTLING) There's a few large right there.
Yeah, I'd say. It's a lot of money to have saved
up after just getting out of the joint.
Do you have any idea where he might be?
Should be contacting me in about 20 minutes or so.
He normally uses the payphone downstairs, so...
Yeah?
Guess we'll just have to wait and see.
ATWATER: Let's keep an eye out for Carden.
Copy that. We got eyes on the front entrance.
I still can't believe you let me drive.
It's my gift.
Well it's... From Nadia.
I told her how you said you feel like a house husband
riding shotgun all the time.
And she got all righteous, and she goes,
"Erin, you need to let him drive a little."
You know what we need?
A Kuma's night. Black Sabbath burgers.
That was Nadia's spot, right?
Yeah.
That's Carden.
Stop! CPD!
Gun!
Whoa! Hey! Out! Out, out, out, out!
Freeze!
5021 George, I got a carjacked red pick-up truck heading north
on the 70-100 block of Paulina.
RADIO: Copy that. Backup's on the way.
Halstead, location.
On Lake. We'll cut him off at Ashland.
We're approaching Ashland now.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(HORNS BLARING)
Don't move! Don't move!
Put your hands behind your back.
(GROANING)
Let's go!
Get up.
Hey.
It's gonna work out.
Baumgartner's a bastard. He's a heartless bastard.
He always has been.
It's a piece of rock on the front of the building.
We can't even pay our respects to her?
It's times like this when I, I hate this job.
Trudy.
You wanted to see us, Sergeant?
Uh, yeah. I want you to swing by Second City Storage.
Locker number 8313.
There's a file box labeled "Summer 2005."
Pull the file for "Operation Angel," bring it back here.
Uh, sure, got it.
What's that about?
It's all gonna work out.
You got my Jack, too?
That ETD machine is good.
Only takes seconds to detect explosive material.
Like the trace amount of potassium nitrate on your jacket.
Now we already got you for the bombing.
Just tell us who hired you.
Yeah I'm really not seeing a good reason to talk.
Yeah well, I can give you a couple good reasons to talk.
I'm going away no matter what. I might as well go back not a snitch.
We found three G's in your room.
Probably more you already spent. Money didn't put itself in there.
Means you got paid.
You got it all figured out, why bother me?
You could be looking at two life sentences.
Now we can think of a whole lot of ways to make that
time easy or hard.
It's up to you.
Yeah you know what? I really don't care.
It doesn't make any difference.
He doesn't give up a name, take him down to the cage.
You two gonna rough me up a little bit?
It's not gonna be any worse than what you did to those people at the cafe.
Whatever. It's out of my hands.
Listen.
Nobody out there is in the mood to give your sorry ass a break today.
But if you give me a name, life will be a little better.
Let me think about it.
Carden didn't have a burner phone,
didn't call anybody from that apartment except his Parole Officer.
Hmm. Never even wrote a letter.
We should have his call records from Stateville any minute.
Thanks for the phone call.
That was Chicago Med.
Elizabeth Brahmer just passed away.
What's up with Carden?
Giving him five minutes to weigh his options. I think he's gonna go.
Sam Carden did a couple days work with Melvin's Electric,
which does all the wiring in Norcross's buildings.
A few months ago, Graham Norcross asked
the County Assessors for an updated property value
estimate on the Brahmers' cafe.
It turns out the land was worth four times what it was when he bought it.
The Brahmers have a ten-year lease,
so if Norcross wanted them out,
he'd either have to cut 'em a check or make 'em leave.
So you hire someone who says they can scare them out,
but the device over-delivers.
Maybe Norcross had Carden do the electrical fire up the block, too.
Let's ask him.
Son of a bitch.
Call an ambo!
Ambo's two minutes out!
Guys, he's not gonna make it.
Who the hell left the can in here?
Just keep your mouth shut until you talk to Voight.
Contact your FOP rep. Do it now.
You wanna talk about it?
What?
How you walked out of my cousin's shop?
You noticed that.
He's got a bell on the door.
My old district,
we had three deaths in one year.
It was spooky.
Naturally you get people who ask
and I don't lie when I say I never had a bad day on this job.
We chose it.
If I die doing what I love,
that's better than croaking on a chicken bone watching reruns on the couch.
Nadia chose this.
We don't have time to grieve.
We keep pushing and doing our jobs.
We're not "forgetting" the people we lost.
We're honoring 'em. It's how I'd want to be remembered.
Yeah,
maybe.
8313.
Nice bike.
Summer 2005.
This is weird, right?
Asking us to come down here.
I mean what's it gotta do with the memorial?
I don't know.
But I'd hate to be this guy right now.
Excuse me, gentlemen!
What the hell is this?
Turns out, Mr. Norcross, we got a little more to talk about.
Fine. Through my attorney.
Yeah, you can call her after we process you down at the district.
Process? For what?
You can do this voluntarily or otherwise.
I don't have a problem with the second one.
Unbelievable. Call Jamie Weston.
Three people dead.
I don't say anything until my legal team gets here.
Like I told you, after you've been processed.
Didn't think we'd find out about you and Sam Carden?
Sam Carden?
He installed ceiling fans in that cafe, I barely know the guy.
Not until you needed him to take out the Brahmers.
I didn't take out anybody.
A few million sitting on that property.
Why worry about nice tenants when you got condos to build.
Yeah. People have killed for a lot less.
You're talking out of your ass.
It's real easy. You hired Carden to throw an M-80 in there,
you didn't know he'd up the dosage about a hundred times more than necessary.
Most of this lands on him.
Let's talk outside.
It's Mason Brahmer. The owner of the cafe.
How come we didn't find this earlier?
Some people cover their tracks better than others.
He spelled his name one letter off on his ID making it virtually
impossible to find anything on him.
But I, I, I knew something was wonky, so I kept trying different versions,
until I found... "Ross Montag?"
Yeah see, he, he, he legally changed it a few years back.
Clearly he didn't want us finding out.
So now I'm thinking there's something up with this guy.
You know, people don't go changing their names willy-nilly.
So I ran the old names backwards, forwards, financials, everything.
Until I found 250K in one of his old accounts.
It's a life insurance settlement.
The short version I think we got the wrong guy.
All right.
Pick him up.
Why am I here?
Because your first wife died in a car accident eight years ago in Portland.
I want out of here, now! My wife passed away, you have no right.
Car burst into flames because of a steering fluid leak?
Detectives and the insurance company liked you for it,
but they couldn't make the case.
I'm giving you one more chance.
Don't make me come in there.
I'm asking you nicely.
Just get straight with me now.
I'll help you with your statement.
Go to hell.
It was an accident.
I don't care what the Portland cops said.
Then why'd you change your name?
I wanted a fresh start.
Hmm. See, I'm not buying any of that.
You're forgetting I was there when the bomb went off at the cafe.
Protected by a stainless steel kitchen where you knew
the blast wouldn't hit you.
Okay, well, just because you don't believe me doesn't mean I'm guilty.
That is true. But what Sam Carden is saying upstairs sure does.
You gotta be pretty desperate to hire an ex con
who was doing electrical work for you.
I don't even know who that is.
Why did you do it?
For the insurance money?
Or you just hate women?
That's for your wife who died today.
(GRUNTING)
That's for your wife you killed eight years ago.
Stop!
There's a big part of me that wants to walk out
right now and let you take the whole ride,
but I dislike Carden even more than I dislike you.
So I am giving you this one shot.
Tell me what happened. A to Z.
If you don't,
I go upstairs and we go with Carden's version.
I didn't do anything!
I don't know who Sam Carden is!
Listen to me. If I walk out of here,
that deal walks out with me.
All right.
All right what?
I'll give a statement.
All right. I'll notify the wife's family.
It's always a fun call.
I'll call Portland PD.
Gonna be a punch in the gut after all these years.
The family deserves to know what happened to their daughter.
Atwater, my office.
Leaving that can in the room almost cost us the entire case, Kevin.
I understand, Sergeant. I take full responsibility for that.
I appreciate that.
IA's gonna launch a full investigation into Carden's suicide, though.
I can't have you up here while that's going on.
What does that mean?
I'm bumping you back down to uniform.
It's just for a bit.
Look, Sarge. Whatever I gotta do.
This isn't a conversation, Kevin.
You wanted to see us, Sergeant?
We're shuffling things around up here.
Burgess, you're in Intelligence 'til further notice.
Roman, you're partnered with Atwater.
I cleared it with Platt.
Looking forward to it.
Good. You're dismissed.
Kevin. Kevin, this is not how I wanted things to go down.
I'm sure if you give Voight some time, it'll all blow over.
Burgess. Congrats.
George.
I don't approve some stone, and you think you can blackmail me?
That's an ugly word.
Who knows about this?
Just the two guys in this room.
And maybe the prostitute I found you with.
I don't know if she remembers.
If this gets out...
Just sign the approval for Nadia's memorial and we're done.
Good to go.
I could just kiss you, Hank. Thanks.
Right back at ya, Trudy.
It turned out real nice, Roman. Thanks.
Of course.
The, uh,
Deputy Chief sent this over. I figured I'd share it.
Um...
"Ms. Nadia DeCotis. This letter is to commend you on being accepted
"as a recruit to the Chicago Police Department."
She would've made a hell of a cop. Certainly one of the bravest.
Hey. I think we're all gonna head to Molly's, pour one out for Nadia.
I think we could all use a drink right about now.
Mmm. You in?
Yeah. Yeah, I'll try and make it.
There's my girl.
Well I was supposed to meet up with everybody from work.
But I can't be around them right now.
Yeah. I get that.
Times like this, you need to be around family.
Baby, I'm so sorry you lost your friend.
When I met Nadia,
when I busted her,
I just saw something in her.
I wanted to be for her what Hank was for me.
So I pushed her in the direction I'd gone.
But if I'd just left her alone from the start,
none of this would've happened.
I didn't lose her.
I got her killed.
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