You promised me drugs. Where are my drugs?
Josiah?
Hello, s-sir. Um...
Told me you were gonna get everything out.
I had men waiting.
You never showed.
Please explain.
We don't have them.
You don't have them?
The police were watching us.
So we had to move all of the drugs,
but the associate we gave them to,
well, um, he-he sort of hid them.
And this associate... where is he now?
He's dead.
Dead?
And I take it he didn't tell you
where he hid them before he died?
- That is some bad luck. - Look-look,
Nia doesn't have the drugs anymore, either,
so that's good for you.
Good would be to have the shipment that
- you promised me. - Yeah, but
the whole point was to take everything away from Nia.
And believe me... we did.
Nia bought out my supply.
And now that supply is missing.
Find it, or I'll have you all killed.
Go to the cops, I'll have you killed.
Tell anyone, try to run...
well... you get it.
Yeah. We get it. Got it.
You have until midnight.
Okay.
Who was that?
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Where did you hide them?
What are we gonna do?
We obviously need to figure out where Ben hid the drugs.
Okay, well, that... that could be anywhere.
It's Ben, though, so it can't be that hard.
Come on, what do we know about him?
He's an addict.
He's a... yeah. Yes. What else?
He likes to play games on his phone.
He's Chelsea's brother.
Oh, my God. Um...
What? Who?
Chelsea.
Why are you looking at me?
No. Absolutely not.
She might know where he likes to hang out.
She might know who his friends are.
We obviously don't.
I haven't spoken to Chelsea
since I ghosted her.
I'm not about to go trick her into giving me information
on her dead brother, who she doesn't even know is dead.
No.
I know that it seems horrible.
It doesn't seem horrible. It is horrible.
Felix. This all needs to end.
And the only way it's gonna end is if
we find those stupid drugs.
Please, Felix.
Call from Josh.
You need to answer it.
And just... play it cool.
Hello?
Hi, yeah. I mean, uh, yeah,
I'm a little better. You're where?
Get in my room.
Get in my room. Go.
Uh, I'm not sure, I mean,
I'm still, like, pretty gross.
Hey.
- Take off your jacket. - Okay. Bye.
- Murphy, you need to get rid of him. - I know! I know.
Murphy?
- Hi. - You know, your lock is broken.
Yeah.
Oh, my God, what, what happened?
Oh, uh...
uh, I, my... I just slipped on some ice. It's nothing.
Yeah, well, it doesn't look like nothing.
I'm okay.
And you got dirt all over you.
You're a mess.
When did this happen?
Uh... earlier, but I just...
forgot to change.
Does it hurt?
No, not anymore.
You poor thing, well...
And-and your stomach?
Still a little weird.
Well, I brought ginger tea and biscuits.
He's got an accent.
That's the only reason why she likes him.
I actually think it's because he's losing his sight, too.
They connected on a super deep level.
You're good?
Yeah, it is really sweet, but
you can just leave it.
Tea is one of the few things I actually know how to make.
Yeah?
Me, too.
At least let me stay
and steep it for you.
Okay.
Okay, he needs to leave.
- Thanks, Jess. - No, I wasn't, like,
defending you, Max. We only have, like,
12 hours and we can't spend one of them here.
What?
I didn't say anything.
I can feel you staring at me.
So what is it?
You're just...
very pretty.
Even all banged up.
Murphy?
Hi.
Hello, Jess. Sorry, I didn't know you were in.
Murphy, are you feeling okay? She's not feel...
She's kind of not feeling good...
Yeah, he was gonna make me... some tea.
Oh, that's so nice.
But you know what, I can take it from here.
- Oh, all right, yeah. - Yeah.
I guess I should be getting back to work anyway.
- Yeah. - Okay.
Call me when you're back on your feet.
I thought I told you to get rid of him.
- Oh, I was. - Yeah, okay.
That's what that looked like.
Are you kidding me?
Tea? Uh, you guys can come out now!
Guys?
Sorry about that.
It's fine.
So Felix is gonna talk to Chelsea, yes?
Is there not
just some other way we can get information on Ben?
What about his phone? We could, we could find out
where he was last night by looking at his texts,
- geo-tagged photos... - Wait.
You want to go back to the place where we buried everything?
- Not a terrible idea. - Thank you.
Great, so we'll go
while Felix talks to Chelsea.
I thought my suggestion
cancelled out the Chelsea plan.
No, it did not.
Now, Jess, I'm sorry,
but we have to talk about Sterling for a second.
Are we supposed to just
somehow believe that she's
gonna magically convince
Vincent and Sam not to murder us?
Yeah.
I know that sounds crazy
considering everything
she did to me, but I...
know that she'll do whatever it takes
to make sure that I'm...
that we're safe.
So...
you're here to report a murder?
Yeah.
And the name of the victim?
I don't uh, I don't really know her name.
Well, that doesn't help me much.
I can tell you the name of the killer.
It's Samantha Rogers.
Sam.
Samantha Rogers?
And where did this murder take place?
In the victim's apartment on South Hermitage.
I'm pretty sure it was made to look like a suicide.
Sam knows what she's doing.
And that's usually how she covers her tracks.
Wait, a suicide on South Hermitage?
Are you talking about Jules Becker?
I don't know. I-I didn't know her name.
Sam didn't tell me that kind of thing.
I do know that Nia Bailey ordered the hit.
Nia Bailey?
Yeah, Sam works for her
and handles those kinds of things.
You're telling me that Nia Bailey
had a homicide detective killed?
I didn't know she was a cop.
Like I said, all I know is
that Samantha Rogers did it.
And, how may I ask, do you know all of this?
Because...
I waited outside while she did it.
I was her driver.
- You know, if your story checks out... - It will.
You can be charged with aiding, and abetting.
I know.
So, then, let me ask you something.
If you two got away with it,
why are you here?
Because that girl, Sam, she's...
she's about to hurt a lot more innocent people.
Her and Nia's other lieutenant.
His name is Vincent Davis.
I can give you license plates, cell phones.
I just want you to arrest them.
Even if it means that I go down, too.
I'm gonna have a look at a few things.
All right?
I'll be right back.
Chelsea?
Chelsea, let me in.
Please?
I just want to talk, okay?
I'm sorry...
for everything.
Come on.
Fine. Whatever.
- Hey. - Hey.
C-Can I, uh...
can I sit down, or...
do you wa...? I mean, I can stand if you want...
Do you want to just tell me why you're here?
Yeah. I, um...
Ben didn't show up to work,
and, um, he's not answering
his calls.
I thought I would just come check on him.
Yeah, of course you came to check on Ben.
- Wow. - I don't know,
I guess I was using Ben as an excuse
to-to-to come see you.
To say I'm... I'm sorry.
Okay.
Is that all you want to say?
No. I have a lot
of other things to say... too.
I... I'm just...
figuring out how to say them.
Okay, well, I barely slept last night,
and I have to be at work soon, so I'm gonna make some coffee.
I-I... Can I help?
No.
I'll just be here.
Hey, Chloe, I got to head back into the station. You be okay?
- Fine, Dad. - I made you some mac and cheese.
It's on the counter. Okay?
Tried it. It's disgusting.
You guys want music?
No. No.
Do you have any cream?
I'm off dairy.
Good for you. They say cheese
is as addictive as... cocaine.
So...
Look, I'm really sorry. There was no excuse...
for my behavior.
No, there wasn't.
'Cause you could have just texted me
if you didn't want to see me anymore, and I'm pretty sure
- I would have survived. - I guess I just felt guilty,
um, about accusing Ben...
of stealing, and I just...
Don't feel guilty about that.
He probably was stealing.
I'm pretty sure he's using again.
That's awful.
I don't know why I am at all surprised,
'cause this is what he does.
He disappears for days at a time,
and then he shows up out of nowhere,
and he just acts like you're the crazy one
for freaking out about it.
Do you know where he goes?
I mean, I could help look for him.
No. He'll turn up eventually.
But I'm done.
He's not allowed to stay with me ever again.
He can find somebody else to enable him.
Yeah.
Stay strong.
Will do.
I... I have to get to work.
Okay. I would offer to give you a ride,
but I didn't drive.
I have a car.
And I would offer you a ride, but I don't want to.
Got it.
I'll just... call an Uber.
Damn it.
- Ben! - What Ben? Ben...
What? He took my keys.
Well, at least now I know where he went.
What? Where? Why?
He's done this before.
He steals my keys,
and he goes to my storage space,
and he crashes there for a few days,
so he can use without me around.
Well, maybe I should...
go over there and-and check on him.
No, no. They're not gonna let you in
without a key, and I'm not going there to get another one.
I think it is worth a try, you know?
What-what, um, what's the name of the place?
It's Wilson Self-Storage in Evanston.
Guys, I think I know where the drugs are.
- Officer Clemens. - Hey, what's up?
Eh, I heard about Dean.
It's a shame.
Yeah. Chief's supposed to assign me
a new partner today, but...
you know, you can't replace Lean Dean the Narcotics Machine.
Yeah. Anyway, a girl just came in, confessing to aiding
in the murder of Jules Becker.
She claims Nia Bailey ordered the hit.
Nia Bailey had... Dean's old partner killed.
Well, if what she says is true, yeah,
but here's the strange thing.
The one who confessed, I ran a background check.
She works at Guiding Hope.
- You're kidding. - I know you and Riley
were looking into that place. You want to have
a little chat with her before I book her?
Abso-freakin'-lutely I do.
Thank you, brother.
Hi.
I'm, uh, Officer Clemens.
Sterling Fuller.
Pleasure to meet you, Sterling.
So...
you want to tell me Guiding Hope's involvement
in Nia Bailey's organization?
Um...
Guiding... Guiding Hope?
- Mm-hmm. - I don't...
I don't know what you mean.
It's-it's my day job. It's, um...
I'm-I'm here to talk to Homicide...
We know that Guiding Hope is working for Nia.
I mean, the fact that you, a Guiding Hope employee,
had admitted to also working for Nia,
that just kind of sealed the deal.
Okay.
Um, fine.
Guiding Hope was, um...
they were laundering m-money
and hiding drugs for Nia.
But they were forced into it... I mean, they were held
at gunpoint by Sam.
I was just there to make sure that they did their job
and-and that they wouldn't... tell anyone.
- But now? - They were about to turn Nia in,
so she fled before the cops could get to her.
And that's why Sam and Vincent want them dead.
And why I'm here.
To stop that from happening.
Here's what I don't understand.
Why risk holding a bunch of kids at gunpoint
to move Nia's drugs into their guide dog school?
I don't know.
You think that may have had
something to do with why Sam killed Officer Becker?
I really, I don't...
I don't know. Are you gonna arrest
Sam and Vincent before they start killing people, or not?
We're gonna try.
Okay, it's right over there.
Oh, yeah?
- Hang on, we're coming... - I got it.
It'll be faster if I do it alone, anyway.
- How would that be faster? - It just will be.
Just make sure you get those keys.
Felix says we need those keys.
I got it.
Oh, my God.
What happened between you two?
Because he's acting really weird.
Oh, my God.
You guys are so...
gross!
- What? - You had sex with him.
Do you seriously want to talk about... that?
Yes. I would love to talk about anything else
than what's actually going on right now, so yes, I do.
It just happened. I'm not proud of it.
Now he won't even talk to me, so...
Well, yeah, 'cause you kissed another guy, like,
- five feet from him a few hours ago. - What was I supposed to do?
I didn't plan that.
- Murphy... - And I like Josh.
- I can't help that. - But it's Max.
It's always been Max, right?
Yes.
But now I don't... I don't know.
I don't know, I just...
I like who I am when I'm with Josh.
I'm... I'm, like, a better person.
That's because you're not actually being yourself.
You weren't really being yourself with Sterling,
but that didn't make... what you felt any less real.
Mm-hmm, that's very true, yeah.
If we survive until midnight,
I'll make a decision about my stupid love life.
Hey.
I'll have a soda water with lime, please?
Sure.
Do you happen to know if this person came into the bar yesterday?
Sorry, no.
Dean?
Hey.
Why do you have a picture of my brother?
Is this your brother?
Yeah. Is he okay?
You two don't have the same last name.
We don't have the same dad.
Is he okay? What did he do?
Nothing. He's fine. I just, um...
Do you happen to know where he is?
I'd like to ask him a couple questions.
I have no idea where he is.
I'd really, really like you to leave.
Please?
Chels, can you close tonight?
Yeah. I just, I need your keys.
My brother took mine.
Actually, I'd like to take a look around, please.
- I just told you he's not here. - I know.
But there was an incident at a nearby establishment.
There could be some evidence here.
Do you have a warrant?
Do you know that it's Illinois state law
to display a government warning sign
stating the dangers of drinking while pregnant?
I don't see one anywhere here.
So unless you would like to lose
your liquor license...
Chels, it's fine.
Go ahead and look around.
Thank you.
I always wanted to make one of these.
You know, they got software.
I wanted to make one, you know?
Okay, well, here.
Let me give you a hand.
He...
was found dead in his car.
Prints in the car match those of Samantha Rogers.
Damn! Ruthless.
So what are you looking for?
Even if Nia fled,
I still want to get that warrant for her arrest.
Make sure that Dean's work wasn't in vain, you know?
I just, I can't find that smoking gun.
Sterling's testimony won't be enough.
Any luck?
Jules must've gotten killed
because she had something big on Nia.
I just have no idea what that thing is.
Me neither.
I got to go.
You serious?
Yeah, I got an APB out on this Sam gal.
We got to get her before she hurts anyone else.
But if I were you...
I'd look into the last case Becker had.
I don't know.
Maybe that's what got her killed.
What did you know?
Your badge number?
Nine, one, six, five,
seven, nine.
And what are you requesting?
All open files assigned to Officer Jules Becker
around the time of her death.
- Oh, hey. - Hey.
Did you get the backpack?
Yeah.
His phone isn't charged,
so it'll have to get recharged along the way.
Okay, well, forget about the phone.
Are Chelsea's keys in there?
Yes, yes, they're right here.
Okay, give them to me.
- Here. - Give me his key.
Thank you.
We have to go meet Felix. Here's the address.
Okay. Let me see. Whoa.
- Hurry, you guys. - All right, okay. All right.
Here. I'll take you. Take that.
You've reached Dean Riley.
Sorry I'm unavailable to take your call,
but please leave your name and number,
and I will return your call as soon as I can.
Thank you.
All right.
Now, show me where your little friends are at.
Okay, what is up with you?
- Sorry? - I just got my ass handed to me
by Robinson because of another huge mistake
in one of our reports.
Oh, my God, Pam, I'm sorry. I must have...
You used to be... I could... I could count on you.
Now, I don't know.
It was just a stupid mistake.
And it's not the first one.
Do you want to explain to me why I am
suddenly covering up for you all the time?
Well, uh...
Josh, it's me.
Like... what... is going on?
Let's meet for a drink after work,
and I'll tell you everything.
Okay.
Text from Josh.
Go ahead. Answer it.
- I'm not gonna do that. - Trust me.
It would be a picnic compared
to listening to you guys flirt.
- I wasn't flirting with him. - Jess?
Nope. I'm not engaging.
- I'm sorry. - Wow.
I'm sorry. I don't... I don't know what else to say.
Dude, nothing. You-you say nothing.
Is this really what we should be focusing on right now?
It's hard for me to focus on anything else.
It just sucks because I...
because I love you.
Who is it??
Uh, hey, Chloe, it's me, Gene.
Is your pops around?
Hi. I thought my dad was with you.
With me? Um, no.
Maybe we made plans and I forgot.
I mean, like, at work. That's where he said he was going.
Oh. Okay, yeah.
I-I must have just missed him, then.
He didn't go to work, did he?
Oh, well, I don't... I don't know.
I mean, he might have...
- I should go. - Oh, okay.
See you, Chloe.
Hey, what's up?
Frank, this is Gene in Narcotics.
I'm trying to find someone, man.
Uh, can you run a credit card for me?
Yeah, I'll put it through.
Thanks.
Yeah, I'll get you the number. Give me a sec.
Open up.
Chicago PD!
What's going on?
Can I ask you a couple questions?
I'm sorry. You want something to drink?
I have beer, water.
I guess that's about it.
Nah, I'm-I'm good.
Thank you, though.
So...
I move all the way out to the suburbs,
I'm still getting in trouble with Chicago PD, huh?
Nah, you're not in trouble, man.
Not with us, at least.
I assume it's with someone, given...
you're here.
Why are you here?
I'm trying to figure out what you knew
about Nia's organization that got Jules Becker killed.
Jules Becker was killed?
Don't play dumb.
You know Nia ordered that hit.
So here's what I'm thinking.
You got arrested for the murder of Tyson Parker,
so you worked out a deal with Detective Becker.
She dropped the charges in return
for something big enough to take down Nia, but
that information is what got her killed.
I loved Jules Becker.
And that you'd walk in here and accuse me of being
the reason that she got killed,
after your people planted evidence on me...
Excuse me?
You really think Jules could have gotten
a murder charge dropped for a little bit of intel?
What makes you think...
that evidence was planted on you?
Why don't you ask Dean Riley?
I'm done, so...
you can leave now.
It's quiet here.
You miss Chicago?
I like the quiet.
Yeah, Nia...
She must like the quiet, too, because... she fled the country
right before we could get to her, so...
looks like you all got out just in time.
Good for you.
So, there it is.
My eyesight is getting worse and worse every day.
- Sorry, Josh. - Oh, well,
once I tell McKendrick, I'll be transferred.
Agents require a visual acuity
of 20/80 with corrective lenses.
You can still work at the IRS,
just in a different division, right?
What, and just be a number cruncher? No.
I won't get to catch Nia Bailey, Pam.
Well, I mean, it's like, all this work we've been doing,
mapping out her network, and-and what? What?
I'm meant to just stand on the sideline and watch?
No. It sucks.
Might be too late. Her cleaners didn't open today.
That's never happened.
Well, I know people at the office think she's dead.
What if she isn't?
You don't have to tell McKendrick yet, do you?
Took me three years to break you in.
You think I'm ready for a new partner already?
You being for real?
Hell yeah.
I can read stuff to you.
I know how much you love the sound of my voice.
Yeah.
Well, it is better than the robot voice on my phone.
Thank you.
Of course.
Can I ask you something? Yeah.
Is this the real reason
you dragged me out to that guide dog school?
It is. Yeah.
Well, can you believe that...
I'd never even met a blind person?
Are you and that girl you met there still hanging out?
Oh, Murphy? Yeah.
Yeah, she's helping me adjust.
Mm-hmm.
Pam.
Please.
What?
Mm!
Lose your sight, but you get the girl.
That's a happy ending.
Yeah, a very happy ending indeed.
Did you get the keys?
Yeah. Right here.
Okay, well, I guess
we just work our way through and try every lock?
No, no, no. There's a number on the key.
Oh. "2538."
Okay. Come on. Okay.
Come on. We'll do this thing.
17-three-five.
- 17-three-seven. Come on, let's go. - Come on, Murphy.
Wait, you guys.
The numbers just jump to the three thousands, so...
Well, you think the spaces
with even numbers are on the other side?
Maybe.
Let's go this way. Let's go.
It's Sam.
Sam's there?
Unit is right here. Let's hide in it.
- Which one is it, Felix? - Here, here, this way, this way.
- Come on, come on. - Open it, open it.
Come on, open it.
Open it. Felix, hurry up!
I can't find the key. Okay, okay, okay, okay.
Hurry! Come on, hurry!
Felix, hurry up. Come on.
Murphy, get in. Get in. Inside, inside.
- Murphy, go, go. Go, go, go, go, go, go! - Inside, come on.
Come on, push! Push! Push!
Her hand!
- Oh, my gosh. Where? - Right here.
There she is! By the door!
Freeze!
Samantha Rogers! Freeze!
Right there, right there! Hands in the air!
- You're under arrest. - For what?
- Down on the ground! - You are under arrest
- for the murder of Jules Becker. - Get off me!
- When did the cops get here? - Shh.
Let me go!
All right, come on. Let's go.
You have the right to remain silent. Let's go!
Anything you say can and will be used against you
in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney...
- Is that it? - Shh.
Yeah, we're safe.
- We're safe? - We're safe.
- Oh, you guys... - Oh, my God.
Are you okay?
- Is Pretzel okay? - Yeah.
- You all right? - I'm okay.
- Is there a light? - Uh...
There's one right here.
Yeah.
Okay.
Let me guess, the drugs aren't here.
Okay. Okay, that's enough.
You said that you wanted to look around,
but now you're, like, actually vandalizing.
- Look, I told you... - Just get out of here.
Whatever. There's nothing here anyway.
Chloe.
I gotta grab some stuff out of the garage,
and then I gotta head back out. Um...
Why don't you call in for some food? Chinese?
Save me an egg roll?
You're going back to work?
I'm sorry, honey. It's a huge case.
There's a lot of pressure. Gene's waiting for me.
Gene? Oh, my God.
- What? - I know you're not going
back to work because you weren't at work.
You're just lying to me.
All you do is lie to me. Murphy's right.
Murphy? Chloe, I told you...
That you didn't want me talking to her, I know.
You're a broken record.
I have never lied to you about anything.
Okay.
Will you listen to me, please?
I don't believe anything you say.
Are you being serious right now?
You're honestly gonna believe Murphy
over your own father?
Yes.
Nothing has been the same since you guys came back
from that weekend.
Nothing! What happened?
I told you, she wasn't sympathetic about Jules.
That doesn't make any sense!
She wouldn't be mad at you over that.
Well, it's the truth.
Then I want to hear it from Murphy.
That is never happening.
Of course it isn't.
You need to believe me.
Chloe, you are the most important thing
in the world to me.
You're a liar and I hate you.
I miss Mom.
Keep looking.
There's nothing here, Murphy.
Looks like it's all Chelsea's.
No Ben. Yearbooks, photos...
Really? Like...
Who keeps pom-poms? You're kidding me.
We gotta just guess. Guess anywhere
Ben could have gone.
Wait. Okay, Murphy, let me see your phone.
Let me see your phone.
Okay, here, hold these for a second.
Okay, so,
based on the time Ben left Guiding Hope
with the drugs,
and when we got the call learning he'd hidden them,
plus factoring in the time from that call
to when we met him at the Linsmore,
I would say he couldn't have gotten further than, like,
six miles from the radius of the midpoint
between the Linsmore and Guiding Hope,
unless he took the expressway, which would have been, like...
- What's this key? - Which one?
This little one.
This one's for Chelsea's house.
This one's the-the...
This big one's for the Linsmore.
Or the other way arou... Or the other way around.
But then this one is for the storage space.
But this little one is unaccounted for.
- Let me see. - What is...
Let me see it.
Does she, uh... Does she belong to a gym?
Maybe it's for a locker?
No, no, she only worked out in her living room.
She never stopped talking about it.
- What about the dumpster? - What dumpster?
- What are you talking about? - Behind the Linsmore.
I was gonna throw something out last time,
but Sterling stopped me.
I remember the dumpster,
it had a padlock.
Okay, so we're gonna check the dumpsters,
and assuming they're there, call Josiah, right?
Yeah. What time is it?
7:52.
Okay, we still have some time.
Text from Josh.
Oh, my God.
- I can't help that he's texting me. - You're just...
It's kind of unbelievable.
- What? - It doesn't matter.
We've got bigger problems.
That we do.
It's just... for months you say you want to be with me,
and then this other guy comes out of nowhere,
who you barely know, and y-you just,
you gotta pick, Murphy,
because I can't live like this anymore.
All right, look, I'm just... Look, I'm sorry, Jess and Felix,
that you have to witness this right now,
but here we are.
So just pick.
With everything going on right now,
I... can't really do that with a clear head.
Well, then... I think I got my answer.
No, Max, I'm just saying I don't really know...
Uh, Max, you gotta turn right right here.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
What is... What is it?
The padlock. Someone cut it.
What?!
Who else could possibly know they were here?
Me.
We should talk.
*CREDITS*