(indistinct police radio transmission)
Good morning. Good morning.
Political corruption in Chicago was like the pizza,
other cities do it, but no one better than us.
Guys like Michael "Hinky Dink" Kenna,
"Bathhouse" John Coughlin.
Politicians who ran the notorious gang-infested
First Ward for four decades.
Since then, over 1,500 Chicago officials
have been charged with corruption.
The defendant, Darren Anthony Wahl,
used his position
at the Chicago Department of Waste and Sanitation
to embezzle civic funds...
and to rob Chicago and its citizens...
Darren Wahl's the first one arrested and tried
by my administration.
And once his ass is in prison,
I'll be coming after the rest of them.
REPORTER: Superintendent! Hey, the jury's in.
Do you think you won your case?
TERESA: Well, I think we did something very important here.
As a public official,
Darren Wahl violated the voters' trust.
REPORTER: It sounds like you're already taking your victory lap.
Well, we still have to wait for the jury,
but I did bring my running shoes. (laughs )
REPORTER 2: Superintendent, can you make corruption
a thing of the past in Chicago?
Can we make corruption disappear? Probably not.
But can I put the fear of God into people
and make them think twice before stealing from my city?
Absolutely. And that's what my administration is all about.
Thank you. One more question. One more question.
(clamoring)
Why's he smiling?
(gavel bangs) JUDGE: Be seated.
Has the jury reached a verdict?
We have not come to a unanimous decision, Your Honor.
We are hopelessly dead-locked.
(audience murmurs)
That is why he's smiling.
(gavel bangs) I declare this case a mistrial by a hung jury.
Would prosecution like to motion for a retrial?
Not at this time, Your Honor.
Very well, case dismissed. (gavel bangs)
Let's go. Congratulations.
(crowd murmuring)
This was a clear-cut, slam-dunk case
and two people vote "not guilty"? How does that happen?
We gave you Wahl with a bow attached.
You want us to try your cases for you, too?
You think you could do better?
Certainly couldn't do any worse. Enough.
Look, this isn't about you or the evidence.
Wahl bought someone off. He knew that hung jury was coming.
Prove it, and then we'll have something to talk about.
But my boss wants this off his plate.
He's dropping the charges Monday.
Come up with solid evidence of jury tampering by then,
maybe he changes his mind.
TERESA: Mm. Got an e-mail from Alderman Gibbons.
He wants to have a sit-down... now.
That's interesting timing.
Yeah. Sharks can always smell blood in the water.
Ah, speaking of which...
Better luck next time, sweetheart.
(groans) What? Ow, oh, oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Sorry about that. I guess that's what happens
when you don't watch where you're going, huh?
You get your head all up in the clouds.
You both lost. Deal with it.
Aye, aye, Captain. Go on. Run along,
run along, run along.
That was subtle.
Subtle's for plastic surgeons and poets.
We've got till Monday.
Let's do it, then.
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♪ When the hard winds come and it takes your breath? ♪
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GIBBONS: Teresa, you barely survived a "no confidence" vote.
And now losing the Wahl case?
Getting a conviction on Wahl
should have been a game changer for you.
And let's be honest, Teresa.
You could use a game changer right now.
Yes, I could.
How many for your sister's husband?
Just one.
(laughing): Any more, he might think I like him.
One it is.
It's not how many times we fall down, Teresa;
it's how many times we get back up. Come on, you know that.
I'll be sure to stick that on my bumper.
(both laugh)
I'm not going to give up on the Wahl case.
You don't have to.
State's Attorney's office holds all the cards right now,
which means you need a plan.
And you have one for me?
Get back to basics.
Get arrests up, crime rates down.
Get the press excited.
Clean up the streets.
Bank some capital.
And then get back to this crusade of yours
to clean up city waste and management.
Sound advice. I'll tell you what,
I'll get the overtime money approved for your beat coppers.
We'll get this job done right.
There hasn't been overtime money for beat coppers in three years.
You're willing to do that for me?
Teresa, when I helped put you in this job,
I did that because I want you to succeed.
What do you want for all this generosity, Alderman?
Two things.
I need for my ward to be a priority.
Arrests go up in my part of town first.
When the media starts... singing the praises
of Superintendent Teresa Colvin,
Teresa Colvin doesn't forget who brought her to the dance.
Anything else?
When the time comes, I'll let you know.
Do we have a deal?
Well, you get the money for my coppers, and then we'll talk.
JAREK: How'd it go?
Just as I thought. What?
Gibbons is trying to redirect our attention.
Something about the Wahl case has him nervous,
so he's trying to push me in a new direction,
dangling OT pay for beat coppers as bait.
That's pretty nice bait. I wouldn't hear
too many beat coppers complaining about it.
So what's our next move?
Well, he showed his cards, now I'm gonna play mine.
I'll let him think his magic worked.
And in the meantime, you start in with the jury.
You got Boy Wonder on it.
JAREK: So, you got the first jurors ready to go, huh?
CALEB: Yeah. Jury breaks down as follows:
two "not guilty" votes and ten "guilty" votes.
There's no transcripts of the deliberations.
No notes, because they throw them out after the trial.
Okay. Well, remember that these guys
don't have to talk to us. So, be nice, be charming.
I can be charming.
Try harder.
Mr. Cahill, so this is not, this is not an interrogation.
This is just a preliminary interview to determine
whether or not the city's going to retry the Darren Wahl case.
Hmm. You gonna pay me?
Why would I pay you?
Because everybody's getting their palms greased
in this city. Why the hell not me, right?
So you think, you think, Wahl was stealing from the city till?
I voted "guilty," didn't I?
I think that man was as crooked as they come.
JAREK: So you voted "not guilty," huh?
No question?
Absolutely no question.
Anyone ever ask you about your vote?
Anyone outside the jury?
You mean anyone try and bribe me?
Damn, I wish someone had.
Could have used the cash.
I would have liked nothing better
than to put that skunk away.
State didn't make its case.
Shadow of a doubt and all that.
You mean "reasonable doubt."
Whatever. Sure.
Now, this is the man, okay? I got it.
No, no, no. You listen to me.
This is Hugh Killian.
He's a boss, a real deal--
make-you-dead-with-a-look boss.
I said I got it. Yeah?
Whatever you do, do not ask questions.
Don't make me look bad.
Whatever he wants, you say,
"Yes, sir," "No, sir," "can I kiss your ass, sir?"
Last thing: He's probably gonna have his daughter with him.
Takes her everywhere. Don't talk to her; don't even look at her.
He doesn't like that.
KILLIAN: Mikey and Liam, right?
This is my daughter, Beth.
Nice to meet you.
Been hearing a lot of good things about you,
about your contributions. Thank you, sir.
Not you.
You. Thanks.
Need you to pick something up for me.
Can you handle that?
Uh, we can handle that.
Well, hold on a second.
Can I ask what it is I'm picking up?
MIKEY: No. Forget it. Doesn't matter.
It matters to me.
What are you doing, Hennesey?
Why does it matter to you?
Different pickups have different priorities,
different precautions.
I know what it is I'm picking up,
I can do my job better;
look out for you.
It's a gift basket.
LIAM: Gift basket.
Yeah.
Cookies and nuts and stuff?
Steaks, chops; things like that.
And damn well better be nice, too.
This guy owes me big time.
Chicago Department of Waste and Sanitation.
Darren Wahl?
Yeah, that Darren Wahl.
No problem, Mr. Killian.
I can take care of it.
KILLIAN: Good.
(knock on door)
Excuse me, I'm here to pick up a gift basket.
Oh, great.
Get it to him quick.
I don't want that stuff going bad. And, uh...
tell Hugh I said, "I hope he likes it."
Actually...
(yells): Janet, get Hugh Killian on the phone.
JANET: Right away.
(phone rings)
Hello, Hugh.
It's Darren.
Yeah, I hope you like the cuts.
Well, I pay my debts.
You can count on that.
WAHL (on phone recording): It's Darren.
Yeah, I hope you like the cuts.
Well, I pay my debts.
You can count on that.
You didn't have an ESO to make that recording.
But the kid showed initiative. I know, but I can't give it
to the State's Attorney.
No, but it tells us where to look.
I mean, Hugh Killian is a top boss in the Irish mob,
and that certainly sounds like he helped fix Wahl's trial.
TERESA: Question is, "Why?" Why is Wahl so valuable to them?
What do you mean? TERESA: Well, Wahl's got to be
mixed up with something in the Irish mob
that's big enough to risk fixing a jury.
It's a whole lot bigger than a hand-in-a-cookie-jar corruption.
I know, it's major league. My guess is it goes all the way up.
As far up as Alderman Gibbons?
I don't know.
But let's climb that ladder and find out.
Mm. Hey.
VONDA: Oh. You're selling your car? ISAAC: Mm-hmm.
You love that thing. Yeah, she's a sweetheart,
but, with the new pay grade, it's time for an upgrade.
And... think I just found my dream car.
What is that? Is-is that an ostrich painted on the hood?
That's a 1973 Pontiac Trans Am Firebird.
Rare and beautiful. And the guy...
he's only gonna hold it for 48 hours.
And he's only taking cash, so I got to sell my car quick.
Mmm.
Hey.
I got a friend's boat this weekend. I thought it'd be fun
if we invited Paul and Ellen.
Paul from work? Yeah.
Hmm.
We're partners. Mm-hmm.
(chuckling): It's already not good that we're dating.
It's even worse if we advertise it.
Well, there's nothing in rules and regs
that says you can't have a relationship with your partner.
I don't want to hide anymore.
What about your Uncle Jarek?
It's not going to be you he tries to kill once he finds out.
Well, he doesn't decide who I get to see.
Let's just...
be good cops together.
Hmm?
Keep everything the way it is.
So at work, we should just treat each other
like one of the boys? Mm-hmm.
That's right.
And here I'll treat you
like the beautiful woman you are.
JAREK: Vincent Wysocki was my brother.
Our old man was a cop.
He ran our mother off when I was two, I guess.
I didn't see her again for another 20 years.
My father worked a lot of OT and side jobs,
so mostly it was just me and Vin.
We grew up together.
Got into a little trouble, chased a lot of girls.
Loved the Sox. Stood up at each others' weddings.
Became cops together.
Vinny was the best man I ever knew.
The night I got a call, my brother was murdered
doing his job as an undercover police officer,
I made a promise to make it right.
It's a promise I haven't been able to keep... yet.
No offender is too small.
I want you to get people inside,
I want you to flip them if you can,
because I want guns, I want drugs, and I want warrants.
And here's the good news, people:
overtime will be extended
to all beat coppers
for the next 30 days. (cheering)
That's it, let's go after it.
Sounds like Gibbons came through with a promise
for money for the beat coppers, huh?
Yeah, he thinks we're going steady.
Well, might be a good time to catch him with his pants down.
What'd you have in mind?
A little flanky move.
Put some pressure on Wahl. Stir the pot.
Things could get a little messy, though.
Nothing lands on my desk; no one goes to the hospital.
I will do my best. Mm.
That's all right, he's expecting us. Don't worry.
Detective Wysocki.
You may think you've won, but that's just the first inning
in a doubleheader, my friend.
Call my lawyer.
Or maybe we should call the, uh, the Irish mob.
I hear they're doing your legal work these days.
How's Hugh Killian?
You spoken to him since your little mistrial?
JAREK: Hugh Killian?
Hugh Killian? No? No?
You need to leave. Yeah.
You need to remember that every snail
leaves a trail, buddy.
And I am all... over yours. Hey?
The State's Attorney is not going to retry this case.
So why don't you get out of here
before I make a call and have you both fired.
It's okay.
Better than most people,
you know there's more than one way
to get things done in this city.
Your name is at the top of my list. (bangs door)
(camera shutter clicks) Just a short while ago,
this medical center was abandoned,
scheduled for demolition.
But with the help of the Urban Renewal Project I sponsored,
and each of you participated in,
quality health care is once again within reach
of each and every person in this neighborhood.
Now, I need to thank Mr. and Mrs. Hernandez, here,
for their generous underwriting of this project
and their civic pride they take and they demonstrate
in this community time after time.
Let's do this together.
One, two, three.
JAREK: There it is:
Killian and Gibbons-- the Un-holy Grail.
These two guys running together in public?
Unbelievable.
(Gibbon shouting indistinctly)
Ooh... We don't look too happy.
I'd give a month's pay to hear
to what they're going to say.
What are you doing here, Hugh? Hmm?
Oh, you think this is how it works, huh?
Don't tell me how it works.
We've got a serious problem. Not in public!
Ever!
All right.
I'm sorry, but this is urgent.
Just tell me one thing.
How did you screw this up so royally, so fast?
It's that Detective Wysocki.
He's probably throwing a "Hail Mary."
He's got Wahl jumping out of his skin.
I thought you had this Teresa Colvin on a short leash?
Don't you worry about Teresa Colvin. I've got that.
You worry about the case. All right.
Look, we tie up some loose ends.
We stay cool, call Wysocki's bluff.
How many loose ends we talking?
There's one. The juror.
He can hurt us.
It's not on my doorstep.
This is your problem.
You handle it however you need to.
And don't ever surprise me again.
I'll take care of this.
Yes, you will-- personally.
You.
CALEB: Huh. That was short.
Bet it wasn't too sweet, though.
(phone beeps) Hello.
Hey.
Wait a minute. It's not $4,000,
it's 15 grand. (phone beeps off)
What the hell?
Is every single person in this entire country on drugs?
What's going on?
That's the sixth call today,
trying to buy my car for $4,000.
I put in the ad "15",
and I need every penny or that Firebird goes away.
Well, that's weird.
Why would everyone be offering exactly $4,000?
Yeah.
I'm getting punked here.
And when I find out who it is,
there will be blood.
Shouldn't be too hard to figure out.
It's probably just one of the boys.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on.
You?
You went online and changed the price of my ad?
Cops play jokes on each other, right?
Okay, point made.
But now, I'm never gonna get that car.
You'll thank me later. Come on.
Got work to do, buddy.
Finally got Juror Number Six
to come down. That's the other "not guilty" vote.
Is he our guy or what?
It's a woman, and I, I don't think anyone got to her.
Well, maybe you didn't knuckle down hard enough.
She's our link to the mob.
We connect her to the jury tampering,
and the rest of the pieces fall into place.
Okay?
Okay, miss, I got a couple of questions for you.
Ah. Hello. You must be a detective, too?
Yes, I am.
Sorry, my partner didn't tell me you were blind.
I hide it well.
And my hearing's awesome.
Well, in that case, I have one question to ask.
What did you hear at Mr. Wahl's trial
that made you vote "not guilty"?
I heard a lot of things.
It's not just the words.
There was a guy, one of the jurors.
Made a pretty good case for Wahl. He made sense.
But again, it wasn't the words, but... the way they sounded.
Like he was afraid, or something.
Afraid. Afraid of what?
Afraid of getting it wrong, I thought.
Why do you say that?
Well, after I heard what he had to say, I was convinced
there wasn't enough evidence to convict.
But then he changed his mind.
Eventually, he had me arguing for his point of view.
You remember his name?
Uh... Larry.
Juror Number Three. Larry Cahill.
CALEB: I had this guy in.
He voted to convict. What the hell's going on?
I've heard about this kind of thing before. It's state-of-the-art
jury tampering. They buy someone off on the jury,
but they get them to convince the others to vote not guilty.
And then they cast a "guilty" vote. No one's the wiser.
Makes it very hard to figure out who's really behind this.
KILLIAN: Hey, Larry.
LARRY: What's going on?
You've been made. We've got to get you out of Chicago.
Take out your wallet, watch,
anything valuable.
Okay.
Is that everything?
Yeah.
Give it to him.
Where am I supposed to go?
Take his stuff.
KILLIAN: Dump it on some street in crack-town.
Junkies'll use his credit cards,
and we'll be covered.
JAREK: You okay? LIAM: I'm fine.
JAREK: Oh, you're fine, is it? You got blood on you, right there.
LIAM: Are you serious? JAREK: Seriously, you okay?
LIAM: I'm fine.
They killed that son of a bitch right in front of me.
Gibbons met Killian today.
Killian killed the juror, made it look like a robbery, yeah?
Yeah.
There's no one left to testify.
Except me.
Okay, we've got Killian on murder. That's a lock.
Yes.
But what if we can tie this to Gibbons?
We could just bag the whole lot of them.
They're not going to go down easy, without a fight.
Just so we're clear, all right? They know I'm sniffing around.
Their antennas are way up.
We need to proceed with extreme caution.
TERESA: What the detective and I both need to know
is, are you up for this?
You want dirt on Gibbons?
I will get you dirt on Gibbons.
The least Killian could have done was given us a heads up
that whack was going down.
And all to protect that Wahl jerk.
Otherwise, he'd be in the joint right now.
Yeah, but so what, you know? What do we care
if he gets locked up?
Wahl's the trash man, baby.
Trash goes out, and goodies come back in.
Wh-What are you talking about?
The Chicago dumps are full.
So Wahl gets the bright idea to ship our trash
to some landfill in the middle of Iowa.
So? So it's the middle of nowhere.
No one around; no eyeballs.
We haul our trash out there, and the trucks come back to Chicago.
There's no reason they got to come back empty.
So what-what does he bring back?
Oh, anything you should mention...
Why're you asking these questions?
(wry laugh)
You're drunk.
(both laugh)
No, I'm very drunk.
(chuckles)
Hey.
Are you gonna be okay?
'Cause I got to roll. Yeah.
Chris? Chris Collier?
You got the wrong guy. Dante Villardi,
St. Augustine's!
I said, I don't know you.
What are you staring at?!
Huh?! You want a date?!
My mistake.
(gulls calling)
LIAM: They're using a landfill in Iowa as the drop point.
It's a black-market pipeline leading right back into Chicago.
Wahl supplies the sanitation trucks
and the depot where they make the exchange.
I'm guessing he's in it for a taste.
What are they moving? I don't know,
but it's got to be illegal.
JAREK: No wonder they're so interested
in keeping Wahl out of jail.
He flips, a lot of people are going to go down.
(chuckling)
City trucks to move contraband. Unbelievable, man. This city.
We should do a sting.
Go to Killian with some merchandise,
get the whole thing on a wire.
That's exactly what we're gonna do.
There's one thing I got to tell you, though.
What?
Someone recognized me,
used my real name at McGowan's.
But I played it off. I don't think anyone caught it.
You don't think?
There was one guy, maybe,
but he was drunk off his ass.
I know these guys, okay?
If something's not right...
If something's not right, what?
You know these guys, Liam?
They're sociopaths, okay?
You think they'll even blink
when they throw your ass in a ditch?
You think I don't know what the risks are?
Let's just do this, man.
All right.
JAREK: All right, no.
You raise suspicions, you do nothing.
You sit tight, you open your eyes, and you wait.
You don't go proposing some big caper, okay?
That's how people connect dots.
I get that; all I'm saying is,
this might be a one-time shot.
And if Liam thinks it's cool,
maybe we move forward.
Kid, if that's what you think....
Eyes open, but move forward.
If that's what you think, kid, do me a favor and shut up.
Is this about Liam or is this about your brother?
What? 'Cause it's not the same situation.
What? I read your brother's case file.
He was under for how long? A year?
Nine months.
Vincent was undercover for nine months.
He had zero idea he'd been made.
He got two bullets in the back of the head.
Okay? Vincent had twice the instincts that Liam's got,
and he never saw it coming.
Liam's on the inside.
He knows the situation better than you,
or me or anybody.
He's the point. You got to let him make the call.
TERESA: What else?
Uh, Chamber of Commerce wants you to speak for half hour
next week instead of 20 minutes.
(sighs) Fine.
Budget reports. You still have to look over
those budget reports. Later.
Those FBI gentlemen are still outside.
Think we've made them cool their heels off enough?
Long enough to tick them off.
Send them in.
Gentlemen.
TERESA: Special Agents Lawson and Sonnenschein.
Superintendent.
We need to talk to you about Hugh Killian.
I've heard.
It's not every day that I get a call
from the director of the FBI.
Well, after the stellar
cooperation we got on the Romero case,
we want to make sure things run smoother this time.
We've been tracking a hijacking ring.
High-end electronics.
They've jacked over a million in merchandise over six states.
It's a good bust.
And Killian's the primary?
A lieutenant runs the business.
But can you link it to Killian?
It's a piece of the puzzle.
Why are you moving on this now?
We know Killian has connections with Darren Wahl.
We were waiting to see how the trial went,
but since it went in the tank,
we're ready to move on Killian alone.
Well, you should be aware
that the CPD is actively perusing
a case against Mr. Killian.
Not anymore.
(phone ringing)
Joiner.
Uh, I'm calling about the car.
There's been a bit of a mix-up
about that. I know the ad's got it listed at $4,000,
but it's actually 15 grand. Firm.
That makes more sense.
Sounds like a nice ride.
Yeah. Customized her myself.
This rig is tight. Hauls ass, too.
Okay. Look, I-I can swing that price,
but, um...
trying to get ahold of that cash right now
is gonna be tough.
I mean, maybe we can work something else out.
Look, let me ask you a question,
brother to brother.
Do you like blow?
What?
I mean, maybe I can do
half in cash,
half in coke.
I mean, don't worry, man.
This is high-quality stuff here, man.
You'll get your money back
and then some. Trust me.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're a funny guy.
That's a nice try.
That's very clever. What?
"Do you like blow?"
(laughs) That's hilarious.
What?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
You don't know anything about a guy that just tried
to offer to buy my car with a bunch of cocaine?
Ooh. I swear, Isaac.
That wasn't me, or anyone else here.
He really offered to buy your car with coke?
Yeah.
Yes. (chuckles)
(phone beeps)
(line rings)
BRICK: Hello?
Hey, you just called about my ride?
Yeah?
So I was thinking,
um, maybe we can do this deal, after all.
Sweet, man.
Ask if he's got guns.
The FBI is about to move in
on one of Killian's operations.
It's low-level garbage stuff,
but it could screw up everything.
Where are we with Liam?
He's got Killian on some black market thing
that want to use Wahl's city trucks
to move contraband.
He, uh, he wants to do a sting.
Liam wants to, but not you?
Oh, I think the kid's
head's been zapped by the shooting.
He's getting reckless. He's pushing too hard.
He may have even been made.
Look, I think we're gonna get Gibbons,
but it just doesn't have to happen today.
Wait, wait, wait. What happened?
Somebody called him by his real name at McGowan's.
He says it's nothing, but I'm not so sure.
I don't know. Maybe it's time to pull him out.
Wait. Pull him out? What? Did Liam ask to come out?
No, but what the hell does he know?
He's not thinking straight. He just wants the take down.
He's not seeing things right.
What does he know? He knows that we're close.
So do I, and so do you.
Killian is a stone-cold killer.
He has shown that.
We throw this kid into the lion's den,
and if it goes south...
Jarek, this could get us
everything we have been working for.
Everything.
I put Liam undercover.
I know that.
If he says he's good, then I trust him.
All right, you just go
and you trip up the FBI any way you have to,
and you get this done.
Teresa, I don't... Get it done.
Going undercover is like living in limbo.
You step out of your life, and you're still walking
and breathing and talking,
but it's not really you.
And the longer you're under, the harder it is
to remember who you really are.
I was the youngest of seven kids,
six boys and my sister who got whatever she wanted.
My life was hand-me-downs and waiting for the bathroom.
And privacy? Forget that.
Everyone knew everything about you.
There were no secrets, and you were never alone.
I'd give my left arm to have Sunday supper
with my family again, but that's gonna have to wait.
Now, before you say anything, I want you to look me
in the eye and tell me you're sure about this.
I'm sure.
I'm not walking away with nothing.
Your life's not nothing, kid.
I had a man's blood splashed in my face.
When are we ever gonna be this close again?
We can take them down.
So your head's not messed up over it?
No.
All right. Let's do it.
Problem is, if the Feds move in on Killian,
he's gonna close up shop--
the garbage truck runs, everything.
We're dead in the water.
Not if they walk away empty-handed.
We can send them home, licking their wounds
and make Killian feel safe at the same time.
You want me to tip Killian off to the FBI sting?
Exactly. We get rid of the FBI problem
and any lingering doubts there may be about you disappear.
As far as Killian's concerned,
you're a stand-up guy who's got his back.
And the Superintendent's on board with this?
Hundred percent. What about you?
I am, yeah.
All right?
Make it quick.
You been moving stolen electronics in town?
What kind of question is that?
The FBI is moving in on you in the next couple hours,
so wherever you're stashing that stuff,
you got to clear it out right now.
And how do you come across that kind of information?
I met a girl at a bar last month.
She tells me that she's a secretary
down at the Chicago branch of the FBI.
So I've been chatting her up.
This morning she tells me about how they're doing
this big electronics raid today
and slips your name.
So...
I figured you might want to know that.
ISAAC: Damn!
You're driving that like you stole it.
Man, you weren't lying.
This little bitch really does fly.
So, you ready to do this?
Yeah, we're gonna do this.
He's got the guns?
And the coke?
What's going on?
See, the thing is,
I could only get my hands on two pieces.
One's right here.
My buddy's got the other one.
So I'm gonna need you to back up slowly.
I'll hold on to these.
You're ripping us off?
You got yourself a real genius.
He's a keeper.
Now, back it up!
Okay. Just take it easy.
Look, just keep your hands in plain view.
Don't make any sudden movements,
Everything will be okay.
Chicago PD! Let me see your hands!
I got him! I got him!
Stop running! I got you!
(brakes screech)
Don't you move!
(panting)
My partner is kind of a genius, you know.
Show him your diploma.
(laughing)
(brakes squeal)
Just put your hands up in the air!
Get in the corner!
Police! Police! Police!
We're clear.
It looks like your "arrest by" date expired.
(sighs)
They cleaned this place out.
In a hurry, it seems.
Someone tipped them. Had to be.
Oh, yeah, with your crack law enforcement skills,
that's got to be the reason.
I'm calling Teresa Colvin.
This crap ends now.
Hey. Thanks for coming down.
Yeah.
Um, can I get you something?
Uh, yeah. Whiskey ginger, Terry.
My father's very impressed with you.
I don't know why.
He says you did him a very big favor.
Then I'm happy to hear that.
There's, there's something
I wanted to talk
to your father about, but...
You know how to find him.
This is different.
I want to talk to him about this deal thing,
but I know that your father
doesn't usually talk to a guy like me,
even if I did do him a little favor.
I think you'd be surprised
what kind of guy my father thinks you are.
And in my experience, he's an excellent judge of character.
CALEB: Really? Unbelievable.
I mean, we just burned an FBI investigation?
No, I protected our case.
And besides, those J. Edgar Hoover panty sniffers--
they only suspect we burned them.
They don't know for sure.
You're gonna get me fired one of these days.
Well, there's always the FBI.
Oh, no. Hang on. Not anymore. You're right.
The mic is sewn into the lining,
so just talk in your normal voice.
Yeah, I know how to work a wire.
I know that you know, but we're gonna go over it again.
All right? 'Cause it's the little things.
It's the stupid mistakes that get undercovers killed.
Fine. Talk in your normal voice.
Stay calm. Okay, we just need information.
We're not going for everything today.
Right. Pitch your deal, get him interested.
Then ask the questions.
You know, "How does the pipeline work?"
You're nervous, you need reassurance.
You got it?
Got it. Good.
There are gonna be a lot of ears on you, so,
we got your back.
I know. Thanks.
Liam?
If anything feels wrong,
you get yourself out of there, okay?
JAREK: That's a sweet ride there.
Hold up.
Got to pat you down.
Are you kidding me?
Do you really think I'd bring a piece?
Just turn around.
Why are they being so cautious?
CALEB: Well, he's not carrying, so
it's good. Make 'em feel safer.
All right, we good?
Can you turn it up?
LIAM: Where's Killian?
He's this way. In the back?
Way, way back.
"Way, way back." What does that mean?
Oh!
If it isn't our little lifesaver!
You saved me a lot of trouble and money.
Glad it worked out.
Appreciate you seeing me.
Before we start, I'm gonna need you to strip down.
We got to search you.
What?
LIAM: Your guy searched me outside.
KILLIAN: I'm not worried about a gun.
It's just a precaution.
Are you kidding me?
You think I'm wearing a wire?
Relax. I know you're all right,
but this FBI thing and everything else,
I'm not taking chances.
It's nothing personal.
I'd check my mother if she was here.
This is a hell of a way to be thanking me. Nobody's accusing you
of anything.
What's the matter?
You got a little pecker?
All right, we got to get him out.
If we go in, Liam's busted.
Our whole inside line to Gibbons-- all that, gone.
Well, the guy was made. I should never have sent him in.
(gunshots)
You don't know that. You don't know that.
He can handle this. Hang on a second.
I came to you to do business.
And you treat me like a punk!
Hey, I said, strip the damn clothes!
All units get ready to move in! Even if we go in,
no way we can shoot our way in there
and get to him all the way in the back.
Not in time.
(gunshots)
LIAM: Okay, fine.
You think I'm a rat?!
You want to search me?!
See?
He tossed the jacket.
LIAM: Nothing.
See?!
Get a good look! We good?!
KILLIAN (laughing): Okay.
Yeah. Yeah, we're good.
Now pull the pants up, for God's sakes.
You okay?
You know, kid's got game.
He's got more game than I give him credit for.
LIAM: This guy I know-- he's been moving
guns out of Mexico up the Mississippi.
Assault rifles-- Russian and Chinese.
He says that I can make 300% profit,
but I got no way to take delivery
and move them safely into the city.
I can help you with that. Yeah.
Some of the guys said you had something going on.
Let's just say, I got a clean mode of transport.
Reel it in slowly. Slowly.
LIAM: I mean no disrespect.
I just got to know how this all... works.
This guy is a whack job.
If-if this goes bad...
You think I don't take care of my own?
You give me a name and address,
and I'll send you an invite to the funeral, hmm?
Guy's a real sweetheart.
KILLIAN: How about I show you how it works?
Ease your concerns?
We got a delivery coming in tomorrow morning.
They're probably loading up at the dump as we speak.
The dump?
Just be here tomorrow morning at 7:00 a.m.
You like what you see, we'll...
We'll talk about your finder's fee.
Finder's fee?
I'm messing with ya.
You'll get your cut.
(laughing) Thank you.
We got him. Yeah.
I mean, that's it. We got him, yeah?
Time to take out the trash.
(engine starting)
(siren wailing)
What's the problem?
There's no problem. You just got
a broken brake light.
You always sweat this much?
I'm not sweating.
Not sweating.
Need you to step out of the vehicle.
(sighing)
(train whistle blowing, phone ringing)
Yeah.
Hey. It's Miller.
Yeah?
No one can find the truck,
and we can't get Ronnie on the phone.
Son of a bitch! Get out of here.
You never heard anything about any of this. You got that?
Let's find that truck.
(phone ringing)
Alderman Gibbons.
(glass breaking)
(sighs)
Lilly?
(footsteps approaching)
Are you...?
Did you wear those panties I bought you?
Yes.
Let me see.
(sighs)
Lock the door.
Yeah.
We've got you on possession of a controlled substance
with intent to sell-- crystal meth--
a drug that's increasingly targeted at kids.
That's a class X felony. Mandatory jail time.
You are royally screwed, my friend.
I just drive the truck.
I don't know what's in there. No, no.
(laughing): That's not gonna fly.
How much is Killian cutting you in for?
I'm a city employee.
I don't know what you all are talking about.
A guy like Killian-- he's not gonna let
a city employee move $500,000
worth of merchandise.
You're one of his.
We can make this arrest go away.
I'll take a judge and have him throw the case out.
In return for your cooperation.
Or we can throw you in County right now.
Yeah.
See who's got more friends in the joint-- hey, you or Killian.
CALEB: We've got Killian cold. He's going down.
The only question is--
how far down are you gonna let him drag you?
Mmm.
(sighs)
Mmm. Wait, Isaac.
Hold on, hold on. Hold on.
(sighs)
I'm gonna tell my uncle about us.
That's a problem for you; we should stop now.
He's gonna try to split us up as partners and a couple.
My father once told me, if you're doing something
you're not comfortable telling your family about,
you shouldn't be doing it.
Either we get comfortable,
or we're not doing it.
(sighs)
I can get comfortable.
Hey.
(indistinct chatter)
Excuse me, sir.
Detective Wysocki has a suspect
in custody who's willing to testify against Killian.
Let's take this inside.
The suspect has given us
detailed information regarding the structure
of Killian's black market operations,
including the disposition of funds.
You were only supposed to find evidence of jury tampering.
Well, we got a whole lot more than that.
Yeah, Killian is laundering his money through three companies--
Fergus Construction, Anotelli Jobbing Corporation
and Ericcson Importing.
We need electronic surveillance orders on all three companies.
Okay, I'm listening.
Well, there's a common thread.
Alderman Ronin Gibbons.
He has a blind,
controlling interest
in Fergus Construction, and he sits on the Board
of Directors of the other two companies.
The CPD would like you to file
a formal request with the U.S. Attorney's office
to begin a secret Grand Jury investigation
into Alderman Ronin Gibbons's possible ties
to organized crime, money laundering and racketeering.
Superintendent... Teresa,
come on. Killian, I get.
Let's milk this for all it's worth
and close the noose, but...
I am not moving on Killian until it gets us Gibbons.
There are no Killians in the world
without the protection of a Gibbons.
That is the head of the snake.
And this is Chicago. Secret investigations don't
stay secret long.
Come on. You do realize
you're declaring open war
on the most powerful man in the city.
I know. And if you lose...
Can't lose. I know what happens.
Okay.
I'll file the papers.
There's no backing out now.
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