Chicago P.D.

- Here to see Walker North. - ID.

ID.

Secure your service weapon.

Sergeant Voight, Special Agent North will see you now.

Thank you.

- Thank you. - Have a seat.

Oh. I'm sorry, man.

I told 'em to park you in here, where you'd be more comfy,

but these people.

This place is run by cadavers.

"Bureaucrats" as they're known in the wild.

Agent North. What can I do for you?

Roy Walton.

One sick man.

Drug trafficking, human trafficking,

killed three girls, tried to kill a cop,

and then he just disappeared.

When it all went down,

your deputy supe, Sam Miller-- you know Sam?

Yes.

Well, Sam wanted fresh eyes on the case,

and our assumption was-- and yours too, I believe--

is that Roy Walton left the city.

That's right.

Well, turns out he didn't.

- Walton never left Chicago. - Huh.

After it all went down, Walton had his cousin buy him

a ticket up to Grand Rapids.

He never got on the train.

And we combed through every camera on every traffic light,

toll booth, you know, planes, trains, automobiles--bupkes.

People don't just disappear.

That's right.

No, Roy's here somewhere.

Look, I know this was a tough case for your guys.

You almost lost one of your own?

We did.

I got no interest in scraping off fresh scabs here,

but I got to put together a precise timeline for Walton.

You need our files, no problem.

That's--and--and I need to talk with your guys too.

Uh, you're with

the Intelligence Unit?

Right? You--you work out of the 21st?

That's West Side?

Southeast, low end.

Listen, my unit's responding to a scene right now.

Do your thing, please. Uh, that's all, really.

Listen, we're an open book, so anything you need.

Much appreciated.

- Chicago PD! - Here!

- You clear the house yet? - No.

Riding solo, been with him. Guy with a knife--

20s, Hispanic, gangbanger, his words.

Please.

Just take care of my girls.

- Hailey, I'm going upstairs. - Yeah, I got down here.

Hailey, I got blood upstairs. It started here.

I'm clearing the rest of the floor.

Chicago Police! I know you're in there.

Come out with your hands up or I will assume

that you're armed.

No!

No! Please.

Okay, okay! It's okay.

You're okay, you're okay.

Dad! Where's my dad?

We're getting him help. All right, it's okay.

Heard screaming. It was bad.

I called 911.

He isn't okay, is he?

We're doing everything we can for him, ma'am.

Harvey's a good father, a good man.

All right. Well, thank you.

How's the kid?

I don't know, still trying to breathe.

What do we got?

Harvey Clarke, 44, multiple stab wounds,

back, torso--on his way to Med.

Sounds like home invasion gone wrong.

Clarke said a guy busted in the side door,

went for his late wife's jewelry.

Described him as a thin, young Hispanic male.

Clarke lives here with his two daughters.

The one I found, Candace, she's 14 years old.

And there's an older one, Darlene,

16, went to school early,

probably has no idea this ever happened.

Well, you got Social Services on her?

Yeah, they're taking 'em to their grandmother's house.

- It's the only local relative. - What about their mother?

She passed away.

Neighbor said it was some sort of autoimmune thing.

- Sarge! - What do you got?

All right, so we found two cash counters

and a bag of rubber bands in the garage,

which means that whatever our victim does,

he does it in cash.

But Sarge, there's no sign of forced entry at all,

which means that whoever did this

possibly just walked right in.

Maybe they had a key or the door was open,

but I think that's worth asking some questions.

Yeah, like, maybe the offender knew him.

- Chase it. - Copy that.

All right, I want to work this wide.

Have Forensics dust the whole house for prints.

Adam, look for patterns of break-ins,

known burglars in the area.

Jay, Hailey,

meet me two blocks east in five.

The FBI has an active investigation

into the disappearance of Roy Walton?

You told us they weren't gonna do anything more

than put his picture up in the post office.

We're talking about the end of our careers,

disbanding of the whole unit,

prison.

They have nothing. It's a fishing expedition.

You believe that?

Well, if they have anything more than nothing,

I'll find out.

Look, if we stick together...

We're fine.

All right, where are we?

Victim's not out of the woods yet.

One of the stab wounds lacerated his liver.

We did our due diligence on the guy.

Found some chinks in the armor,

some, uh, happenings with his business.

Everyone, this is Agent Walker North, FBI.

He's leading the investigation into Roy Walton.

He's gonna be hanging around a bit.

Hey, come on in, Agent North.

Pulled all our files,

got you set up right over there.

Ah. Yeah, careful.

I might never leave.

So look, Agent North is gonna be speaking to each

of you over the next few days,

figuring out if Roy Walton might have gotten away.

This is all routine.

Kim Burgess?

- That's me. - Thank you for your sacrifice.

I'm not gonna stop until I find Walton.

Please don't.

I want to pitch in,

so anything you need, I'm here to help.

Hey, you guys-- you guys were up

to some real police work here.

- Please, carry on. - All right, you heard the man.

- Let's go. - All right, Harvey Clarke owns

two nightclubs in Little Village.

Both are lowbrow dives.

And according to a civil case a customer filed

against Clarke, this is his head of security,

Lorenzo Santiago, 26 years old.

Right, and that's the soft complication.

He's also a documented shot-caller

in the local neighborhood gang, Los Guerreros.

We've got numerous phone calls

between Santiago and Clarke.

GPS puts Santiago at the Clarke residence

two days before the stabbing, multiple times before that.

Yeah, well, if Clarke knows this guy Santiago,

why not just ID him himself?

No way of asking for another 24 hours.

Clarke's in an induced coma.

Well, we still got plenty of probable cause.

Bring him in.

There. Blue plaid shirt and jeans.

We got a positive ID on Lorenzo Santiago.

We're moving too.

Lorenzo Santiago! Chicago PD!

Stop!

10-1, 10-1. Shots fired at the police.

- Get down, get down! - Move!

- Get out of the way! - Get down!

- He's headed for the roof. - I got the back.

Gunner's moving westbound on the roof.

Stop!

Drop it! Drop it!

Offender's hanging from the roof,

northwest corner, roll an ambo.

Drop the gun, I'll pull you up.

Or you are on your own.

Either you're gonna fall, or we're gonna shoot you.

You're dead either way.

Listen to what I'm saying to you!

His name is Harvey Clarke.

- Never seen him. - Oh, really?

'Cause that is damn sure you working the door

at his nightclub.

I got you on two counts

attempted murder of a police officer.

You got one shot at ever seeing daylight again.

So?

Look, I didn't run from y'all because of Harvey Clarke.

No, you ran because you thought the bill was due

for running a gang.