Chicago P.D. (2014) s14e03 Episode Script
Under the Surface
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[KEYBOARD CLACKING]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
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[MOUTHING WORDS]
♪
[MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY]
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[DRAWER SLAMS]
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Sergeant Voight.
You remember Arturo Dominguez?
- No.
- Oh, not the clarinet player.
Smooth jazz,
kind of forgettable by design.
[CLEARS THROAT]
Arturo Dominguez the drug dealer.
South side.
No.
Really?
You arrested him
for trafficking back in 2023.
I'm trying to get a clear picture
of the money flow on that case.
- The money flow?
- That's right.
Expenses over time, distributions.
Granular, I know, but
you can't do a full financial
audit without the finances.
So that's what you're here to do?
A financial audit?
Well, that's certainly part of it.
Like I said, it's
a full inventory of the unit.
Looking for any and all inefficiencies.
Well, everything you're looking for
is in the case files you took.
Right, but some of the files
are missing.
Any thoughts on why?
Spring cleaning. Stuff gets misplaced.
I'm just reminding you
he's not IAD.
It's not a confidential
matters investigation.
Look, call it what you want.
I got an outsider digging around
looking for a reason
to dismantle my team.
No one I know will say a word
about this guy.
I just want to know who he really is.
OK. I can press my contacts.
But what are we looking for?
Clarity or leverage?
Both. Thanks.
[SOFT SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
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[TIRES SCREECHING]
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[ENGINE REVVING]
Am I seeing a ghost?
Please. You forgot the signal.
I didn't recognize your sad, little car.
Where are the Truespokes
and the Vogue tires?
I'm a grown ass man now, Voight.
Low-key be the new black.
[CAR HORNS HONKING]
Meet me at the spot.
- Private school?
- Mm-hmm.
- Layla put her foot down.
- Huh.
Little man got the blazer,
the bookbag, the whole nine.
Applying to colleges next year.
Hey. Good for you, LaSean.
Tell you the truth,
I didn't think Layla was
going to keep you around.
Believe in miracles, hoss.
So you back in the game?
Hell nah.
Watching my back every day?
Can't trust nobody?
Hell nah.
Well, I know you didn't chase
me down just to drink my beer.
[CHUCKLES] Same piss-poor stuff
- you be slinging ten years ago.
- Mm.
You know that inlet
by Jefferson substation?
Y'all should take a look in the water.
Why?
What do you mean, why?
I'm giving you something here.
And you're not my CI anymore.
Just look in the damn water.
Don't tell nobody you heard it from me.
What am I looking for?
I ain't got that for you.
This is real.
Not once did I ever
serve you up a negative.
Yeah, 'cause you were
working off a felony charge.
What's in it for you now?
Just a concerned citizen.
You gotta do better than that.
Do I?
I know you, Voight.
You gon' check it out either way.
I'm really loving your source
right now, Hank.
Can you give it one more pass?
Best Friday night ever.
Hey!
I found something!
It's heavy, maybe bricks
in there or something.
OK, I got it.
I think I got something, too!
[SOFT SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Six bags so far.
Upper torso, pelvis,
upper and lower left leg,
upper and lower left arm.
- And no head?
- No.
That plus the water damage
makes this a tough ID.
Mm.
All I can tell you now is Black female.
Based on bloat, she was
in there two to four weeks.
I'll have more when
I get her back to the lab.
- OK.
- Easiest points of access
are a couple of footpaths
near the East Gate.
Can't imagine them
getting those heavy bags in
anywhere else.
PODs are spotty, but we're checking.
Well, check the perimeter
too, going back two months.
Same timeline, two months.
Dig into all missing persons.
On it. Let's hope
someone was looking for her.
- Yeah.
- Sergeant.
Just a heads-up.
I'd love to get into the weeds
with you on this case.
It's easier to assess the unit
in real time.
Can I ask
what was the intel that
led you to order the dive team?
Jane Doe dismembered,
dumped in the water.
Anything else you need to know
will be documented in the report.
The report? Like the Dominguez case?
Exactly like that.
[SIGHS]
How did you know about the body?
Damn.
The hell you sneaking up on me for?
What, you prefer I do this
on your front lawn
with your neighbors watching?
How did you know there was
a body in the water?
I don't know anything about a body.
All I heard was the water
by the substation.
You're lying.
On my son, G.
Bro.
This woman was chopped into pieces
and shoved into shopping bags.
Now, what else do you know,
LaSean? Talk.
I did talk.
You said it yourself.
I ain't your CI no more.
You don't own one inch of my ass.
So go do your job. Find out on your own.
- I will.
- [PHONE BUZZING]
And when I do, I won't protect you.
Bet.
Yeah, I had nothing
to do with it, anyway.
What? Wait, who?
OK, I'm coming.
Excuse me.
Have you identified the Black female
they found by Jefferson substation?
We don't have any information yet.
But, sir, we'd like
to see the remains, OK?
We can help.
We'd just like to see the remains.
Excuse me.
I haven't told them a word
yet, but they won't be leaving.
They're all moms with missing kids,
met at the We Walk for Her march.
They show up every time they hear
"dead female" on police scanners.
But this time, it doesn't
feel like a long shot.
Bone analysis puts the victim
at 15 to 17 years old.
Those women are in
their late 30s and 40s.
Odds are this is one of their daughters.
Mm.
Her hyoid bone is fractured.
There's tearing in the lung tissue.
She was choked to death.
The cuts were postmortem.
They're not clean.
I'm guessing the offender
used some sort of saw.
- Mm.
- Hard to identify further.
I put all this in my report, but
I'll talk to the mothers.
I know you want to help,
but the body we recovered
isn't identifiable.
There's just too much water damage.
Well, I will recognize
my daughter's face
no matter how much damage there is.
Exactly.
We didn't recover the head last night.
[SOFTLY] Oh, my God.
Until we do, our only option
is DNA matching,
and that takes time.
[SOBS] I can't I can't
I can't do this.
- Yes, you can.
- I can't.
We're in this together.
We're gonna get through it together.
What can we do to help?
Well, can you think of
any of your daughters'
identifying features that
might be under the surface?
You know, broken bones, surgeries,
I mean, anything to help us make an ID?
India Lewis, Kendra Simmons,
and Bailey Young.
These are the closest potential fits,
15 to 17 years old, all missing
within the last two months.
Fits the timeline for how long
the remains were in the water.
And no other open cases
from that window?
Not within our age range.
I have calls out
Calls out to all the detectives
working their missing cases.
Yeah, we're working their socials, too.
Yeah, socials, friends,
boyfriends, enemies.
Let's retrace their steps
before they disappeared.
Boss, I got something here.
This is 17 days ago, 2:37 a.m.
That's too dark for facial rec.
But that right there, that's
that's eight bags dumped
at the recovery site.
- We only found six.
- Two missing.
One of them's got to be the head,
but why wasn't it there?
There's ripples in the water. Wind.
Water releases gas during decomp.
Gas fills a sealed bag,
inflates like a balloon.
Even with the bricks,
the head could float
and wind could
blow it outside the inlet.
Mm.
All right, keep digging into the girls.
Ruzek, let's you and me go check.
Actually, the head doesn't
release much gas during decomp.
Brain turns to liquid.
But a hungry turtle
could gnaw at the bag,
could, uh, make the brick fall out
and the brain float away on its own.
So yes, worth looking into.
Hungry turtle. Cracked the case.
[OWL HOOTING]
[TENSE MUSIC]
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- Ruz.
- Yeah?
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Which one of the girls
had a skull fracture?
Kendra Simmons.
Yeah, we just found her.
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[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
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N-no.
No! No! No! No! [SOBS]
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Lopez?
Detective Burgess, Intelligence.
Tough news about Kendra Simmons.
I knew it could end
with Kendra gone.
But this way?
What was done to my child?
We're doing everything we possibly can
to find who's responsible, OK?
[SOMBER MUSIC]
Can you tell me about the day
that Kendra disappeared?
It was a Friday.
Kendra comes home
after school for a snack,
then walks six blocks
to her volunteer job
at a local women's shelter.
She needed that job for college,
but she ended up loving it.
She'd usually stay
at the shelter till 7:00
to help set up dinner.
Day she goes missing,
Kendra tells her supervisor
she isn't feeling well, leaves at 6:00.
Kendra loved interior design.
Loved planning.
Every year, she made a vision
board to set goals for herself,
hold herself accountable.
This is Kendra leaving
the shelter that night.
- OK.
- Thing is,
she's going in the opposite
direction of her house.
No bus stop that way,
no pharmacy, nothing.
You think she was meeting someone?
Absolutely.
She had so, so many dreams.
I can see why
she'd want a private account.
Half the time her mother
thought she was volunteering
at the shelter,
Kendra was living
a completely different life.
That guy.
Lot of photos of this guy.
He's like twice her age.
We know him?
Rob Parker, 32 years old,
known as B-Rock.
Runs a corner near the women's shelter
where Kendra volunteered.
Bilson in Narcotics
has been working
B-Rock's tip for months.
He's been arrested half
a dozen times and nothing.
No convictions, no DNA in the system,
and nobody's willing to flip.
- So how is he tied to Kendra?
- Detective Lopez found
a pay-as-you-go phone used for texting.
So we think Kendra
was talking to B-Rock?
- We know she was.
- And more than just texting.
They had a bunch of plans to meet up,
some bad poetry, sexting.
He's 32.
B-Rock is known in the neighborhood
for being into teenage girls.
Kendra's texts change about
a week before she disappears.
They're shorter, more detached.
The last one she got says,
"You play with my emotions,
you play with fire.
Love turn to hate in a heartbeat."
It's a threat.
I've also got footage of that Buick
in the area of the inlet
the night her body was dumped.
I mean, this guy looks real good for it.
We've at least got enough PC
to pull him in.
Not to convict.
No way he talks in a box.
[SIGHS]
All right, so we get him
to talk on the outside.
And make sure the ME
holds Kendra's information
for a few more hours.
Get a warrant for a listening
device on the dope file.
We'll tickle the wire.
We'll make him talk.
All right. I got eyes on the side lot.
Lot of people. At least eight are armed.
Got B-Rock going back
for his auntie's potato salad.
Yeah, copy that. Imani?
Yeah, I'm good to go.
I got eyes on B-Rock's car.
All clear.
OK, let's move.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
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[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]
♪
Yo.
White man look lost.
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How you doing, Rob?
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You don't know me.
Oh, yeah, I do.
You're a pillar of the community.
Everybody knows you.
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That's why I want you to be the
first to know that we pulled
Kendra Simmons' remains
out of the water last night.
Oh.
Damn adhesive.
- I'll pray for her moms.
- Mm.
And I'll pray for you.
For me? Oh, I'm good.
Anything you want to tell me?
Get ahead of it?
Nah. Nothing I can think of.
Mm.
OK. I'll be seeing you, then.
Keep walking, dog.
♪
All right, I got B-Rock
moving with one of his crew.
He is headed
right towards you, Imani.
Now tell me you're close.
OK, Imani, they're about
to round the corner.
Do we need to intercept?
♪
We're live.
Then he going to be like,
come on, cuz,
we blood, help me out.
That's my money.
Now the police stepping to me
about that nonsense.
You want to go to the crib?
- Yeah, need to chill.
- Come on.
You know, get my mental straight
before I have to go
deal with this.
[SCOFFS] They stepping to me
like they know something
about that bitch.
If I find out
What's happening?
Come on, what the hell is happening?
I don't know, it's
we've got no audio, we've got no GPS.
It just shut off completely.
Adam, what do you see?
I got eyes on the car. Can't see inside.
What? No, no. No, it was up.
I stuck it on there real good.
Like, it's brand-new.
It must have just cut out.
Or we just got burnt.
Still no signal from the tracker.
UC's got eyes on B-Rock.
He's at his house.
Car's there, hasn't moved.
We didn't see anyone
who could have made us?
- Not from my angle, no.
- I thought I was clean.
So what, the tech's crap?
That's our answer?
B-Rock's mid-sentence
when the thing shuts off,
so if we were made, my bet's
on the girl driving the car.
So who is she?
Tia Atwell.
She sells packs on B-Rock's
corner, drives him around.
He must trust her.
She's a loyal soldier.
Did 14 months in Joliet for delivery.
Ate the whole charge, never flipped.
Wait, wait, wait. I got an alert.
- The tracker's back on.
- Pull it up.
B-Rock and his car are at his place?
Yeah.
'Cause this thing's pinging
from six miles from there.
Field of error is 30 meters,
but it looks like 18th and Keeler
in Lawndale, Warehouse District.
- The hell's it doing there?
- Let's find out.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
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Wait, the signal just went off.
♪
We're being watched.
Yo, put them guns away.
Show yourself!
I ain't about to get shot by the police.
Put 'em away or I fade.
♪
Ain't your fault.
I peeped y'all on the streets.
Your man's got some heavy-ass footsteps.
Your man's got a thing
for teenage girls and murder.
B-Rock know about the device?
No.
Why'd you turn it off?
'Cause he ain't about
to give you the proof
that he killed that girl
and chopped her.
- But I can.
- Mm.
For 30 grand, I can give you
everything you need.
Uh-uh. That's not how it works.
So you tell us what you know,
and we don't book you for obstruction.
No.
I tell you what I know,
I'm dead, straight up.
But for 30 Gs,
I could get out of Chicago.
Fresh start, new life.
It's the only way I could talk.
[TENSE SOMBER MUSIC]
Blue shopping bags.
♪
I'm legit. And I'm all you got.
$30,000.
Young lady's got game.
And leverage.
We don't have B-Rock's DNA.
And we're not finding anybody
else that's close to him
willing to talk,
not anytime soon, anyway.
Well, if she gives us B-Rock
on the murder, it's worth it.
We got that in the 1505 funds?
The money's on it.
No, actually.
We don't have the 1505 fund.
Chief's office told me it's
frozen and we can't use it.
What?
What's Washburn doing?
It's not Washburn.
Hey, do me a favor.
Call Suzette Simmons.
- Wh I'm sorry, who
- I want you to explain to her
why we can't offer reward money
for her daughter's murderer.
The 1505 fund.
I mean, you play games with our money
in the middle of an investigation?
I'm not playing games.
This is part of the audit.
This is my job.
It is easier to track the money
Bro, I got a murdered 16-year-old girl!
Just unfreeze the funds.
I can't do that.
Not in any timely fashion.
But I can get you the money.
How?
Private donor.
Look, I know one.
His name is Bill Sokowski.
He's a friend of the department.
Uh, I'm actually shocked
you guys don't use
these guys more often.
They have deep pockets
and they're willing to help.
Every national police department
takes private donations.
OK, I know how donors work.
Their money comes with strings.
That's why I don't use them.
You got some other way
you want to help me?
- Hmm?
- I
Charlie Boyden grew up poor
in Flint, Michigan.
He got a full scholarship
to Harvard for finance,
switched to law his junior year.
Graduated magna cum laude
and top of his class at Quantico.
- I can't use any of that.
- I know, but that's all I got.
Because nobody has a bad word
to say about him.
The reason you can't find any dirt
is because he hasn't got any.
Nobody is that clean.
Except for maybe this kid.
Trudy, he's interfering
with my active cases now.
- I need something I can use.
- Sarge?
I think I have a way in with Tia.
Corner's almost dead.
No wonder she's making moves.
[ENGINE TURNS OVER]
Y'all ready to do business?
We know about your sister.
What, Sonya?
Yeah, they got her up
at Cook County. So?
So the woman that
she assaulted died last week.
Her agg assault charges
just got bumped up
to first-degree murder.
That's life in prison. Sonya's done.
You give us B-Rock,
like you said you can,
I'll talk to the ASA.
She'll be looking at manslaughter.
What about my money?
There is no money.
Family loyalty. That's your play.
My family are monsters.
Why you think I ended up in this game?
I ain't putting ten toes down
for none of them,
especially my sister.
She's bad people.
She deserves to do life.
Yeah? What about Kendra?
She deserved to be tortured,
murdered, and chopped into pieces?
No.
She didn't deserve none of that.
But what do you think
B-Rock is gonna do to me?
I didn't ask to know what I know,
and I sure as hell ain't dying for it.
You can threaten me all you want.
Only way you're going to get
what you need is my way.
[TENSE SOMBER MUSIC]
♪
[CLEARS THROAT]
Sergeant.
Got an extra ginger beet juice
here if you're interested.
The Sokowski money.
What does it cost me?
Oh, we're talking about this now.
OK, good. Yes, um
Sokowski might want a favor
down the road.
- [SCOFFS]
- But also, he might not.
If anything, it could be
something that aligns with
I'm asking about you.
Me?
I'm not owing you anything.
So what is it that you want?
Dominguez file?
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
You know,
some contacts of mine from
the bureau have reached out.
Told me that members
of the 21st District
had been asking questions about me.
That was you, correct?
You know what I really want?
- Your trust.
- [LAUGHS]
Yeah, well, that's not on the table.
How do people usually get it?
They don't have to ask me that question.
You know, I've been police a long time.
Every year or two,
someone like you shows up.
Maybe different letters of the alphabet,
but it's always the same.
You're here out of ambition, am I right?
I would like to use this
placement as a stepping stone, yes.
Mm-hmm.
Before you started insulting me,
were you about to ask me
to get you the Sokowski money?
As soon as you tell me what it costs.
How about the Dominguez file?
I'll have the money for you tomorrow.
B-Rock had me pick up Kendra
from the shelter
maybe five, six times.
- You'd wait around the corner.
- Yeah.
Then I'd take her to him.
She needed somebody to talk to,
so she talked to me.
Said he'd take her to
his basement to have sex.
Old mattress on the floor
next to a bunch of tools and supplies.
She thought it was romantic.
She called it "The Nest."
Things must have changed
'cause a couple of weeks later,
Kendra be dropping hints
about wanting out,
wanting to end things
with B-Rock.
I'm, like, girl, that ain't how
this brother does things.
She said they were going
to have that talk anyway.
Night she disappeared,
I dropped her at B-Rock's crib.
She said, wish me luck.
Never saw her after that.
♪
Next day,
B-Rock's in the back of the car
on his phone laughing about
how he chopped it up
with Kendra in his basement.
Wait, he used those exact words?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I saw those shopping bags
in the back of his trunk
the day before.
I ain't been able to get it
out of my head.
Images.
B-Rock killed her in his basement.
That's where you going
to find what you need.
Right below his damn feet.
♪
This isn't it.
No one's been down here for years.
Yeah, I want to know
what the hell Tia thought
she was getting by lying to us.
She wasn't lying.
No, she knew B-Rock
would come after her.
I don't think she risked that for a lie.
Probably thought she knew
what she was talking about,
just got it wrong.
Too many details line up.
The timeline,
the shopping bags, the texts.
She was right.
Just wrong about the address.
All right, then we got to figure
out what the hell Tia missed.
Otherwise, we're back at one.
♪
[SIGHS]
♪
Well, you got something?
- Tia said "The Nest."
- Mm.
And in Kendra's texts,
she and B-rock talk about "The Nest."
She had plans to fix it up.
She was real excited.
Says here,
"Nobody understands how
beautiful it's going to be."
Who do you think nobody is?
I bet you it's Kendra's mom.
Kendra kept Suzette in the dark.
You're saying she reached out?
I'm saying
People have ways
of showing you who they are.
And when you love 'em,
sometimes, you don't want to look.
You try to normalize it,
tell yourself she's 16.
Don't bring it up.
Don't push her further away.
I should have been there.
Hey. It's not your fault.
Did Kendra ever mention
someone named Rob?
Or B-Rock?
Not that I remember.
What about "The Nest"?
"The Nest"?
I mentioned to Kendra
this doesn't fit her style.
She told me I wasn't
looking deep enough,
that she could turn it into something.
You think that place has a basement?
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪
If you cut through the lot
down the street,
it's a five-minute walk
from B-Rock's house.
He probably promised Kendra
he'd buy her this place,
let her fix it up.
Night of, he brings her here,
he kills her instead.
- PODs?
- I'm checking.
[PHONE BUZZES]
It's officially vacant.
We can go paperless.
♪
It's locked.
[GRUNTS]
♪
- Yeah, this is it.
- I smell bleach.
♪
B-Rock wiped everything down.
Let's keep looking.
He didn't clean what he didn't see.
♪
Voight.
Got water in the bell trap.
Hair with blood on it.
- Sarge, you copy?
- Go ahead.
Blood came back as Kendra's
and we got multiple hits
of B-Rock coming and going
from the POD down the street.
- The light's green, boss.
- On my way.
We go in hard.
[ENGINE REVVING]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪
- CPD!
- Put your hands on the car!
Hands on the car.
♪
Call the collector.
- CPD! Stop running!
- Go, go!
Hands up.
[ENGINE REVS, TIRES SCREECH]
♪
[ENGINE REVVING]
♪
[SIRENS WAILING]
Put your hands up, Rob!
♪
Hands! Put 'em up! Put 'em up! Now!
[TIRES SQUEALING]
Come on, Rob, it's over.
[PANTING]
[GUNSHOTS]
[GASPING AND CHOKING]
♪
Who who
told you where to find her?
♪
Sergeant Voight!
Huh?
Did you clear it?
Yeah. Kendra's case is closed.
Great.
And Tia got the money we arranged?
Yeah.
She's on a bus to New Jersey
as we speak.
Right story, wrong basement.
She still earned it, though, right?
- Mm.
- Hey.
Um, I called Suzette Simmons,
Kendra's mom, like you said to.
And, um, she is
an incredibly strong person.
She told me that she's part
of a group of mothers
with missing children.
Yeah. I know.
Yes, right.
Well, anyway, I put in a call
to Chief Washburn.
The Missing Persons Unit
hasn't been audited yet,
but it seems like their resources are
less than sufficient.
So I'm going to try to run
some funds down that way.
Maybe some extra personnel.
You should probably get some
flowers for that thing, huh?
Oh, it's not for flowers.
It's for Flint.
Hmm?
Michigan.
It's where I grew up.
I, uh
I knew a lot of people who got sick.
- From the water.
- Yeah.
It's amazing how something
can be so clear and simple
and deadly.
Nobody from Flint
looked under the surface.
Then they did,
and the government just
didn't care. [SIGHS]
Which was, um
Well, I had to watch a lot of
people I love get very sick.
Anyway, that's the vase.
It's just a reminder.
I know that sounds insane,
but, you know, there it is.
Probably should have picked
something a little less clunky.
Probably.
[PHONE BUZZING]
- Sergeant.
- Hey.
You took B-Rock off the board
yesterday, right?
Yeah. Why?
Because his corner's
been up and running
like a factory
since late last night.
Wait, last night?
That doesn't make sense.
It's too damn fast.
Unless somebody knew it was coming.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
[ENGINE TURNS OVER]
♪
LeSean!
Hey!
♪
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪
[WOLF HOWLS]
[KEYBOARD CLACKING]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪
[MOUTHING WORDS]
♪
[MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY]
♪
[DRAWER SLAMS]
♪
Sergeant Voight.
You remember Arturo Dominguez?
- No.
- Oh, not the clarinet player.
Smooth jazz,
kind of forgettable by design.
[CLEARS THROAT]
Arturo Dominguez the drug dealer.
South side.
No.
Really?
You arrested him
for trafficking back in 2023.
I'm trying to get a clear picture
of the money flow on that case.
- The money flow?
- That's right.
Expenses over time, distributions.
Granular, I know, but
you can't do a full financial
audit without the finances.
So that's what you're here to do?
A financial audit?
Well, that's certainly part of it.
Like I said, it's
a full inventory of the unit.
Looking for any and all inefficiencies.
Well, everything you're looking for
is in the case files you took.
Right, but some of the files
are missing.
Any thoughts on why?
Spring cleaning. Stuff gets misplaced.
I'm just reminding you
he's not IAD.
It's not a confidential
matters investigation.
Look, call it what you want.
I got an outsider digging around
looking for a reason
to dismantle my team.
No one I know will say a word
about this guy.
I just want to know who he really is.
OK. I can press my contacts.
But what are we looking for?
Clarity or leverage?
Both. Thanks.
[SOFT SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪
[TIRES SCREECHING]
♪
[ENGINE REVVING]
Am I seeing a ghost?
Please. You forgot the signal.
I didn't recognize your sad, little car.
Where are the Truespokes
and the Vogue tires?
I'm a grown ass man now, Voight.
Low-key be the new black.
[CAR HORNS HONKING]
Meet me at the spot.
- Private school?
- Mm-hmm.
- Layla put her foot down.
- Huh.
Little man got the blazer,
the bookbag, the whole nine.
Applying to colleges next year.
Hey. Good for you, LaSean.
Tell you the truth,
I didn't think Layla was
going to keep you around.
Believe in miracles, hoss.
So you back in the game?
Hell nah.
Watching my back every day?
Can't trust nobody?
Hell nah.
Well, I know you didn't chase
me down just to drink my beer.
[CHUCKLES] Same piss-poor stuff
- you be slinging ten years ago.
- Mm.
You know that inlet
by Jefferson substation?
Y'all should take a look in the water.
Why?
What do you mean, why?
I'm giving you something here.
And you're not my CI anymore.
Just look in the damn water.
Don't tell nobody you heard it from me.
What am I looking for?
I ain't got that for you.
This is real.
Not once did I ever
serve you up a negative.
Yeah, 'cause you were
working off a felony charge.
What's in it for you now?
Just a concerned citizen.
You gotta do better than that.
Do I?
I know you, Voight.
You gon' check it out either way.
I'm really loving your source
right now, Hank.
Can you give it one more pass?
Best Friday night ever.
Hey!
I found something!
It's heavy, maybe bricks
in there or something.
OK, I got it.
I think I got something, too!
[SOFT SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Six bags so far.
Upper torso, pelvis,
upper and lower left leg,
upper and lower left arm.
- And no head?
- No.
That plus the water damage
makes this a tough ID.
Mm.
All I can tell you now is Black female.
Based on bloat, she was
in there two to four weeks.
I'll have more when
I get her back to the lab.
- OK.
- Easiest points of access
are a couple of footpaths
near the East Gate.
Can't imagine them
getting those heavy bags in
anywhere else.
PODs are spotty, but we're checking.
Well, check the perimeter
too, going back two months.
Same timeline, two months.
Dig into all missing persons.
On it. Let's hope
someone was looking for her.
- Yeah.
- Sergeant.
Just a heads-up.
I'd love to get into the weeds
with you on this case.
It's easier to assess the unit
in real time.
Can I ask
what was the intel that
led you to order the dive team?
Jane Doe dismembered,
dumped in the water.
Anything else you need to know
will be documented in the report.
The report? Like the Dominguez case?
Exactly like that.
[SIGHS]
How did you know about the body?
Damn.
The hell you sneaking up on me for?
What, you prefer I do this
on your front lawn
with your neighbors watching?
How did you know there was
a body in the water?
I don't know anything about a body.
All I heard was the water
by the substation.
You're lying.
On my son, G.
Bro.
This woman was chopped into pieces
and shoved into shopping bags.
Now, what else do you know,
LaSean? Talk.
I did talk.
You said it yourself.
I ain't your CI no more.
You don't own one inch of my ass.
So go do your job. Find out on your own.
- I will.
- [PHONE BUZZING]
And when I do, I won't protect you.
Bet.
Yeah, I had nothing
to do with it, anyway.
What? Wait, who?
OK, I'm coming.
Excuse me.
Have you identified the Black female
they found by Jefferson substation?
We don't have any information yet.
But, sir, we'd like
to see the remains, OK?
We can help.
We'd just like to see the remains.
Excuse me.
I haven't told them a word
yet, but they won't be leaving.
They're all moms with missing kids,
met at the We Walk for Her march.
They show up every time they hear
"dead female" on police scanners.
But this time, it doesn't
feel like a long shot.
Bone analysis puts the victim
at 15 to 17 years old.
Those women are in
their late 30s and 40s.
Odds are this is one of their daughters.
Mm.
Her hyoid bone is fractured.
There's tearing in the lung tissue.
She was choked to death.
The cuts were postmortem.
They're not clean.
I'm guessing the offender
used some sort of saw.
- Mm.
- Hard to identify further.
I put all this in my report, but
I'll talk to the mothers.
I know you want to help,
but the body we recovered
isn't identifiable.
There's just too much water damage.
Well, I will recognize
my daughter's face
no matter how much damage there is.
Exactly.
We didn't recover the head last night.
[SOFTLY] Oh, my God.
Until we do, our only option
is DNA matching,
and that takes time.
[SOBS] I can't I can't
I can't do this.
- Yes, you can.
- I can't.
We're in this together.
We're gonna get through it together.
What can we do to help?
Well, can you think of
any of your daughters'
identifying features that
might be under the surface?
You know, broken bones, surgeries,
I mean, anything to help us make an ID?
India Lewis, Kendra Simmons,
and Bailey Young.
These are the closest potential fits,
15 to 17 years old, all missing
within the last two months.
Fits the timeline for how long
the remains were in the water.
And no other open cases
from that window?
Not within our age range.
I have calls out
Calls out to all the detectives
working their missing cases.
Yeah, we're working their socials, too.
Yeah, socials, friends,
boyfriends, enemies.
Let's retrace their steps
before they disappeared.
Boss, I got something here.
This is 17 days ago, 2:37 a.m.
That's too dark for facial rec.
But that right there, that's
that's eight bags dumped
at the recovery site.
- We only found six.
- Two missing.
One of them's got to be the head,
but why wasn't it there?
There's ripples in the water. Wind.
Water releases gas during decomp.
Gas fills a sealed bag,
inflates like a balloon.
Even with the bricks,
the head could float
and wind could
blow it outside the inlet.
Mm.
All right, keep digging into the girls.
Ruzek, let's you and me go check.
Actually, the head doesn't
release much gas during decomp.
Brain turns to liquid.
But a hungry turtle
could gnaw at the bag,
could, uh, make the brick fall out
and the brain float away on its own.
So yes, worth looking into.
Hungry turtle. Cracked the case.
[OWL HOOTING]
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
- Ruz.
- Yeah?
♪
Which one of the girls
had a skull fracture?
Kendra Simmons.
Yeah, we just found her.
♪
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪
N-no.
No! No! No! No! [SOBS]
♪
Lopez?
Detective Burgess, Intelligence.
Tough news about Kendra Simmons.
I knew it could end
with Kendra gone.
But this way?
What was done to my child?
We're doing everything we possibly can
to find who's responsible, OK?
[SOMBER MUSIC]
Can you tell me about the day
that Kendra disappeared?
It was a Friday.
Kendra comes home
after school for a snack,
then walks six blocks
to her volunteer job
at a local women's shelter.
She needed that job for college,
but she ended up loving it.
She'd usually stay
at the shelter till 7:00
to help set up dinner.
Day she goes missing,
Kendra tells her supervisor
she isn't feeling well, leaves at 6:00.
Kendra loved interior design.
Loved planning.
Every year, she made a vision
board to set goals for herself,
hold herself accountable.
This is Kendra leaving
the shelter that night.
- OK.
- Thing is,
she's going in the opposite
direction of her house.
No bus stop that way,
no pharmacy, nothing.
You think she was meeting someone?
Absolutely.
She had so, so many dreams.
I can see why
she'd want a private account.
Half the time her mother
thought she was volunteering
at the shelter,
Kendra was living
a completely different life.
That guy.
Lot of photos of this guy.
He's like twice her age.
We know him?
Rob Parker, 32 years old,
known as B-Rock.
Runs a corner near the women's shelter
where Kendra volunteered.
Bilson in Narcotics
has been working
B-Rock's tip for months.
He's been arrested half
a dozen times and nothing.
No convictions, no DNA in the system,
and nobody's willing to flip.
- So how is he tied to Kendra?
- Detective Lopez found
a pay-as-you-go phone used for texting.
So we think Kendra
was talking to B-Rock?
- We know she was.
- And more than just texting.
They had a bunch of plans to meet up,
some bad poetry, sexting.
He's 32.
B-Rock is known in the neighborhood
for being into teenage girls.
Kendra's texts change about
a week before she disappears.
They're shorter, more detached.
The last one she got says,
"You play with my emotions,
you play with fire.
Love turn to hate in a heartbeat."
It's a threat.
I've also got footage of that Buick
in the area of the inlet
the night her body was dumped.
I mean, this guy looks real good for it.
We've at least got enough PC
to pull him in.
Not to convict.
No way he talks in a box.
[SIGHS]
All right, so we get him
to talk on the outside.
And make sure the ME
holds Kendra's information
for a few more hours.
Get a warrant for a listening
device on the dope file.
We'll tickle the wire.
We'll make him talk.
All right. I got eyes on the side lot.
Lot of people. At least eight are armed.
Got B-Rock going back
for his auntie's potato salad.
Yeah, copy that. Imani?
Yeah, I'm good to go.
I got eyes on B-Rock's car.
All clear.
OK, let's move.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪
[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]
♪
Yo.
White man look lost.
♪
How you doing, Rob?
♪
You don't know me.
Oh, yeah, I do.
You're a pillar of the community.
Everybody knows you.
♪
That's why I want you to be the
first to know that we pulled
Kendra Simmons' remains
out of the water last night.
Oh.
Damn adhesive.
- I'll pray for her moms.
- Mm.
And I'll pray for you.
For me? Oh, I'm good.
Anything you want to tell me?
Get ahead of it?
Nah. Nothing I can think of.
Mm.
OK. I'll be seeing you, then.
Keep walking, dog.
♪
All right, I got B-Rock
moving with one of his crew.
He is headed
right towards you, Imani.
Now tell me you're close.
OK, Imani, they're about
to round the corner.
Do we need to intercept?
♪
We're live.
Then he going to be like,
come on, cuz,
we blood, help me out.
That's my money.
Now the police stepping to me
about that nonsense.
You want to go to the crib?
- Yeah, need to chill.
- Come on.
You know, get my mental straight
before I have to go
deal with this.
[SCOFFS] They stepping to me
like they know something
about that bitch.
If I find out
What's happening?
Come on, what the hell is happening?
I don't know, it's
we've got no audio, we've got no GPS.
It just shut off completely.
Adam, what do you see?
I got eyes on the car. Can't see inside.
What? No, no. No, it was up.
I stuck it on there real good.
Like, it's brand-new.
It must have just cut out.
Or we just got burnt.
Still no signal from the tracker.
UC's got eyes on B-Rock.
He's at his house.
Car's there, hasn't moved.
We didn't see anyone
who could have made us?
- Not from my angle, no.
- I thought I was clean.
So what, the tech's crap?
That's our answer?
B-Rock's mid-sentence
when the thing shuts off,
so if we were made, my bet's
on the girl driving the car.
So who is she?
Tia Atwell.
She sells packs on B-Rock's
corner, drives him around.
He must trust her.
She's a loyal soldier.
Did 14 months in Joliet for delivery.
Ate the whole charge, never flipped.
Wait, wait, wait. I got an alert.
- The tracker's back on.
- Pull it up.
B-Rock and his car are at his place?
Yeah.
'Cause this thing's pinging
from six miles from there.
Field of error is 30 meters,
but it looks like 18th and Keeler
in Lawndale, Warehouse District.
- The hell's it doing there?
- Let's find out.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪
Wait, the signal just went off.
♪
We're being watched.
Yo, put them guns away.
Show yourself!
I ain't about to get shot by the police.
Put 'em away or I fade.
♪
Ain't your fault.
I peeped y'all on the streets.
Your man's got some heavy-ass footsteps.
Your man's got a thing
for teenage girls and murder.
B-Rock know about the device?
No.
Why'd you turn it off?
'Cause he ain't about
to give you the proof
that he killed that girl
and chopped her.
- But I can.
- Mm.
For 30 grand, I can give you
everything you need.
Uh-uh. That's not how it works.
So you tell us what you know,
and we don't book you for obstruction.
No.
I tell you what I know,
I'm dead, straight up.
But for 30 Gs,
I could get out of Chicago.
Fresh start, new life.
It's the only way I could talk.
[TENSE SOMBER MUSIC]
Blue shopping bags.
♪
I'm legit. And I'm all you got.
$30,000.
Young lady's got game.
And leverage.
We don't have B-Rock's DNA.
And we're not finding anybody
else that's close to him
willing to talk,
not anytime soon, anyway.
Well, if she gives us B-Rock
on the murder, it's worth it.
We got that in the 1505 funds?
The money's on it.
No, actually.
We don't have the 1505 fund.
Chief's office told me it's
frozen and we can't use it.
What?
What's Washburn doing?
It's not Washburn.
Hey, do me a favor.
Call Suzette Simmons.
- Wh I'm sorry, who
- I want you to explain to her
why we can't offer reward money
for her daughter's murderer.
The 1505 fund.
I mean, you play games with our money
in the middle of an investigation?
I'm not playing games.
This is part of the audit.
This is my job.
It is easier to track the money
Bro, I got a murdered 16-year-old girl!
Just unfreeze the funds.
I can't do that.
Not in any timely fashion.
But I can get you the money.
How?
Private donor.
Look, I know one.
His name is Bill Sokowski.
He's a friend of the department.
Uh, I'm actually shocked
you guys don't use
these guys more often.
They have deep pockets
and they're willing to help.
Every national police department
takes private donations.
OK, I know how donors work.
Their money comes with strings.
That's why I don't use them.
You got some other way
you want to help me?
- Hmm?
- I
Charlie Boyden grew up poor
in Flint, Michigan.
He got a full scholarship
to Harvard for finance,
switched to law his junior year.
Graduated magna cum laude
and top of his class at Quantico.
- I can't use any of that.
- I know, but that's all I got.
Because nobody has a bad word
to say about him.
The reason you can't find any dirt
is because he hasn't got any.
Nobody is that clean.
Except for maybe this kid.
Trudy, he's interfering
with my active cases now.
- I need something I can use.
- Sarge?
I think I have a way in with Tia.
Corner's almost dead.
No wonder she's making moves.
[ENGINE TURNS OVER]
Y'all ready to do business?
We know about your sister.
What, Sonya?
Yeah, they got her up
at Cook County. So?
So the woman that
she assaulted died last week.
Her agg assault charges
just got bumped up
to first-degree murder.
That's life in prison. Sonya's done.
You give us B-Rock,
like you said you can,
I'll talk to the ASA.
She'll be looking at manslaughter.
What about my money?
There is no money.
Family loyalty. That's your play.
My family are monsters.
Why you think I ended up in this game?
I ain't putting ten toes down
for none of them,
especially my sister.
She's bad people.
She deserves to do life.
Yeah? What about Kendra?
She deserved to be tortured,
murdered, and chopped into pieces?
No.
She didn't deserve none of that.
But what do you think
B-Rock is gonna do to me?
I didn't ask to know what I know,
and I sure as hell ain't dying for it.
You can threaten me all you want.
Only way you're going to get
what you need is my way.
[TENSE SOMBER MUSIC]
♪
[CLEARS THROAT]
Sergeant.
Got an extra ginger beet juice
here if you're interested.
The Sokowski money.
What does it cost me?
Oh, we're talking about this now.
OK, good. Yes, um
Sokowski might want a favor
down the road.
- [SCOFFS]
- But also, he might not.
If anything, it could be
something that aligns with
I'm asking about you.
Me?
I'm not owing you anything.
So what is it that you want?
Dominguez file?
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
You know,
some contacts of mine from
the bureau have reached out.
Told me that members
of the 21st District
had been asking questions about me.
That was you, correct?
You know what I really want?
- Your trust.
- [LAUGHS]
Yeah, well, that's not on the table.
How do people usually get it?
They don't have to ask me that question.
You know, I've been police a long time.
Every year or two,
someone like you shows up.
Maybe different letters of the alphabet,
but it's always the same.
You're here out of ambition, am I right?
I would like to use this
placement as a stepping stone, yes.
Mm-hmm.
Before you started insulting me,
were you about to ask me
to get you the Sokowski money?
As soon as you tell me what it costs.
How about the Dominguez file?
I'll have the money for you tomorrow.
B-Rock had me pick up Kendra
from the shelter
maybe five, six times.
- You'd wait around the corner.
- Yeah.
Then I'd take her to him.
She needed somebody to talk to,
so she talked to me.
Said he'd take her to
his basement to have sex.
Old mattress on the floor
next to a bunch of tools and supplies.
She thought it was romantic.
She called it "The Nest."
Things must have changed
'cause a couple of weeks later,
Kendra be dropping hints
about wanting out,
wanting to end things
with B-Rock.
I'm, like, girl, that ain't how
this brother does things.
She said they were going
to have that talk anyway.
Night she disappeared,
I dropped her at B-Rock's crib.
She said, wish me luck.
Never saw her after that.
♪
Next day,
B-Rock's in the back of the car
on his phone laughing about
how he chopped it up
with Kendra in his basement.
Wait, he used those exact words?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I saw those shopping bags
in the back of his trunk
the day before.
I ain't been able to get it
out of my head.
Images.
B-Rock killed her in his basement.
That's where you going
to find what you need.
Right below his damn feet.
♪
This isn't it.
No one's been down here for years.
Yeah, I want to know
what the hell Tia thought
she was getting by lying to us.
She wasn't lying.
No, she knew B-Rock
would come after her.
I don't think she risked that for a lie.
Probably thought she knew
what she was talking about,
just got it wrong.
Too many details line up.
The timeline,
the shopping bags, the texts.
She was right.
Just wrong about the address.
All right, then we got to figure
out what the hell Tia missed.
Otherwise, we're back at one.
♪
[SIGHS]
♪
Well, you got something?
- Tia said "The Nest."
- Mm.
And in Kendra's texts,
she and B-rock talk about "The Nest."
She had plans to fix it up.
She was real excited.
Says here,
"Nobody understands how
beautiful it's going to be."
Who do you think nobody is?
I bet you it's Kendra's mom.
Kendra kept Suzette in the dark.
You're saying she reached out?
I'm saying
People have ways
of showing you who they are.
And when you love 'em,
sometimes, you don't want to look.
You try to normalize it,
tell yourself she's 16.
Don't bring it up.
Don't push her further away.
I should have been there.
Hey. It's not your fault.
Did Kendra ever mention
someone named Rob?
Or B-Rock?
Not that I remember.
What about "The Nest"?
"The Nest"?
I mentioned to Kendra
this doesn't fit her style.
She told me I wasn't
looking deep enough,
that she could turn it into something.
You think that place has a basement?
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪
If you cut through the lot
down the street,
it's a five-minute walk
from B-Rock's house.
He probably promised Kendra
he'd buy her this place,
let her fix it up.
Night of, he brings her here,
he kills her instead.
- PODs?
- I'm checking.
[PHONE BUZZES]
It's officially vacant.
We can go paperless.
♪
It's locked.
[GRUNTS]
♪
- Yeah, this is it.
- I smell bleach.
♪
B-Rock wiped everything down.
Let's keep looking.
He didn't clean what he didn't see.
♪
Voight.
Got water in the bell trap.
Hair with blood on it.
- Sarge, you copy?
- Go ahead.
Blood came back as Kendra's
and we got multiple hits
of B-Rock coming and going
from the POD down the street.
- The light's green, boss.
- On my way.
We go in hard.
[ENGINE REVVING]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪
- CPD!
- Put your hands on the car!
Hands on the car.
♪
Call the collector.
- CPD! Stop running!
- Go, go!
Hands up.
[ENGINE REVS, TIRES SCREECH]
♪
[ENGINE REVVING]
♪
[SIRENS WAILING]
Put your hands up, Rob!
♪
Hands! Put 'em up! Put 'em up! Now!
[TIRES SQUEALING]
Come on, Rob, it's over.
[PANTING]
[GUNSHOTS]
[GASPING AND CHOKING]
♪
Who who
told you where to find her?
♪
Sergeant Voight!
Huh?
Did you clear it?
Yeah. Kendra's case is closed.
Great.
And Tia got the money we arranged?
Yeah.
She's on a bus to New Jersey
as we speak.
Right story, wrong basement.
She still earned it, though, right?
- Mm.
- Hey.
Um, I called Suzette Simmons,
Kendra's mom, like you said to.
And, um, she is
an incredibly strong person.
She told me that she's part
of a group of mothers
with missing children.
Yeah. I know.
Yes, right.
Well, anyway, I put in a call
to Chief Washburn.
The Missing Persons Unit
hasn't been audited yet,
but it seems like their resources are
less than sufficient.
So I'm going to try to run
some funds down that way.
Maybe some extra personnel.
You should probably get some
flowers for that thing, huh?
Oh, it's not for flowers.
It's for Flint.
Hmm?
Michigan.
It's where I grew up.
I, uh
I knew a lot of people who got sick.
- From the water.
- Yeah.
It's amazing how something
can be so clear and simple
and deadly.
Nobody from Flint
looked under the surface.
Then they did,
and the government just
didn't care. [SIGHS]
Which was, um
Well, I had to watch a lot of
people I love get very sick.
Anyway, that's the vase.
It's just a reminder.
I know that sounds insane,
but, you know, there it is.
Probably should have picked
something a little less clunky.
Probably.
[PHONE BUZZING]
- Sergeant.
- Hey.
You took B-Rock off the board
yesterday, right?
Yeah. Why?
Because his corner's
been up and running
like a factory
since late last night.
Wait, last night?
That doesn't make sense.
It's too damn fast.
Unless somebody knew it was coming.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
[ENGINE TURNS OVER]
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