Chicago P.D.

- Stop by tonight? - Three nights in a row.

That'd be four nights in a row.

Well then, forget it.

You're gonna cut me off at three nights in a row?

- Three? - Uh-huh.

- There's no way. -

- Good night. - Hey.

- Hey. - Hey.

Long day, huh?

Did you guys hear,

the detective exam was just announced?

Yeah, I heard something about that.

Oh, man, that exam is brutal.

- Really? - Yeah.

If you're gonna take it, start studying now.

Oh, that's encouraging.

So can I walk you out?

Do men still do that?

That's not sexist or anything, right?

Look at that, it's a gentleman's arm.

- Stop it. - Stop it?

Been talking to my dad, he's not so sure

the detective thing's a great idea.

More lawsuits. More eyes.

But that big city badge... that would look...

pretty good on my hip.

How 'bout you?

I don't know. I'm thinking it over.

You're "thinking it over?"

You've been dreaming about this since your first day in the Academy.

- I don't believe you for a second. - Officer Burgess?

First Deputy Brennan would like a word.

With me?

Yes, ma'am. This way.

What happened?

Gun violence isn't the whole story.

Overall crime is down 9%.

No, it's not fake news. Do you know what?

I am sick of people saying it's fake news.

I gotta jump.

Hi, Kim.

I wanted to congratulate you

on the Jorge Luna bust.

I read all the IPR's and the supplementary reports.

You read all of our reports?

I read everyone's reports.

That's how I know you got those kids out of harm's way.

That was a team effort, ma'am.

Don't run away from a compliment.

Gets you nowhere.

I need a favor.

Last week...

I met a pastor... Aqueela Barnes.

- Have you heard of her? - Yeah.

She has quite a following on the West Side.

Yes, she does.

Her daughter wants to be a cop.

Oh. Okay, I can arrange a ride along with Patrol.

Or you could take her out yourself.

As a part of his campaign, Kelton is rebooting

the Explorers Program.

We've put a lot of time, a lot of resources into it.

I wanna show it off.

Preferably with an up-and-coming young,

female cop on our most elite unit.

Here's her card.

In case you find the time in your schedule.

Yeah.

Whoa-oh, look at you, sporting the old blues.

Just like old times. They look a little tight.

Don't expect a coffee run.

Your ride along's here. You clear it with Voight?

Yes. I know what I'm doing, Trudy.

You remember the rules. Civilian in the car.

Do not engage. And bring me back a latte.

Real milk.

Hey, Kendra.

Hi, I'm Officer Kim Burgess. How you doing?

- So nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

Thank you so much for this opportunity.

I know how busy you must be, ma'am.

Ooh, let's lose the "ma'am," okay?

Oh... sorry. My mom likes me to be formal.

That's okay. Grab your backpack.

It's cute. K for Kendra?

Nah. It's actually um... it's actually K for Kendrick.

- I like it. -

So why do you wanna be a cop, Kendra?

I'm just tired of people being shot.

So, rather than bitch and moan and just...

Oh, sorry.

That's okay. Cops are allowed to curse.

Well, rather than complain,

I just figured I'd do something about it.

You know? Try to make a difference.

Just like your mom.

Mmm... not exactly.

I mean, I believe in God and everything,

but he's not gonna fix Chicago all by himself.

I got a hit on a robbery crew.

Guy named Clay Young. Drives a red 2004 Mustang.

Illinois tags. 1-4 Eddie Paul Sam 9-6.

My CI thinks they're going to hit a house

on Stone Street, like soon.

Stone Street. We just passed that.

If anyone's close, take a peak. Stay in the shadows.

We're gonna check it out, right?

No, not with you in the car.

Come on, Officer.

No, Kendra. It's not a good idea.

But how am I supposed to learn if I don't see anything?

Please.

Now we're gonna put your police skills to the test.

Okay Kendra. See that red Mustang?

- Yeah. - Does that match the plates

- we're looking for? - Sure does.

EPS. Eddie, Paul, Sam.

Whoo. Nice work, Officer.

Jay. I got our Mustang.

Any sign of our suspect, Clay Young.

Male, white, six-feet tall?

No. The car's parked on the corner.

No one's inside. I gotta head out.

Get down! Get down!

5021 Eddie. Emergency, multiple shots fired

coming from 1520 West Stone Street.

I am pinned in. I got one down.

Roll an ambulance!

Kendra? You stay here!

You understand me? Stay here!

- Sir, are you hurt? - No.

Get behind me, now!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

That's right... go, go, go, go!

Sir, I saw you're hurt. I saw you're hurt.

I'm coming to you. Can you hook my arm?

Let's go, come on. Let's do this together, buddy.

You got this! Help me out.

All right. Don't worry, an ambulance is coming.

Okay? You stay with me.

All right. Hold on, okay?

Hold up... Chicago PD!

- Drop that weapon! -

10-1, 10-1! Shots fired by offender and the police.

Offender on foot in the alley,

heading eastbound towards State. Gray hoodie.

Sir! I'm coming back to you, sir!

You're okay. You're okay.

Stay with me. I'm not leaving you.

- Stay with me. -

What do we got?

He took one to the chest. Clear that house!

- Copt that. -

Kendra! Are you all right?

Kendra? It's me, okay?

Kendra!

Two offenders broke in through the back door.

They entered the dining room, started opening drawers.

Homeowner comes in, surprised 'em.

Yeah, he took two to the chest.

Name's John McCaffery.

Looks like the third shot missed, went through the window.

And that's the one that hit the pedestrian?

Yeah, bad time for a walk.

McCaffery fires back, clips Offender Number One.

Meet Clay Young.

Do we know what happened to the second offender?

He hightails it through a side door,

engages with Officer Burgess.

- Okay. Anything else? - Talked to Robbery.

They think this is the same crew

that's been hitting the Gold Coast the past few weeks.

Yeah, I figured.

All right, thanks, Cullen.

Hey, uh, what about the wife?

Once the shooting started, I hid in the bathroom.

I should have done something.

No, no. You didn't do anything wrong.

- I tried to save him... - Detective?

She needs to get to Med.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Hey. Where's Burgess?

I don't know.

All right, what do we got?

Two offenders that we know of.

They came in through the back courtyard.

The wife didn't see much.

We've got two DOAs inside.

The homeowner, John McCaffery, and one of the bad guys.

A, uh, Clay Young, male, white, 37.

He's got a long sheet. Burglary. Meth distro.

No gang ties, though.

Wife said her husband had a gun,

and he's the one that opened fire on this Clay Young guy.

And during the shootout, a bullet came through

the window and hit a civilian here.

Wife get a look a look at the other offender?

She caught a glimpse, but she ducked into the bathroom

when the bullets started flying.

She said, white male, tall, gray hoodie.