Chicago P.D.

Who have you talked to since Nadia died?

Well, she didn't die. She was murdered.

You win, Hank. You were the better parent.

And you're gonna repay me by staying out of Erin's life.

If you wanna talk, I am so here for you.

Hey, Landon.

Mind if I sit?

How you doin', buddy?

Commander Perry.

- Thanks for taking the time. - Of course.

This is my nephew, Carter.

Son.

I don't feel right about being out here,

but our uncle swears that if anyone can handle this,

it's you.

All right. What ya got?

My cut. I had to take it.

If I didn't, they'd think I was a snitch.

Last week, we came into Chicago,

Hit a mid-level supplier in Englewood

using a fake warrant.

Startin' to spill into your backyard, Hank.

These guys are crazy, all right?

The last dealer we hit, they beat him so bad,

I thought they'd kill him.

Well, what about your chief? You go to him about this?

Like I told my uncle... I don't know who I can trust.

For all I know, they could be payin' him off.

You gotta get Carter from under them, Hank.

It's just a matter of time before they bust this whole unit

and take him down the tubes with him.

Why don't you just shut it off?

I can't. It's work.

What'd you talk me into last night?

Oh. Everything.

Remember when we went to Rocklahoma?

I remember using a fake ID to get in, and...

Limp Bizkit opening.

After that, it's kind of a blur.

I got tickets for this year. What do you say?

Old road dogs reliving the good times?

We could forget all this Nadia business.

I said don't mention her name.

Lock it when you leave.

All right, here's the deal.

Commander's nephew's caught up with some bad police

out in Jackson Park.

This is Sergeant Dave Roland and his Narcotics Unit.

Over the past year, they've been ripping off

drug dealers in their jurisdiction.

Until last week when they crossed

into our backyard... robbed a stash house for 200k.

I got a buddy from high school.

Used to work out that way as a sheriff's deputy.

He said the motto on the side of the Jackson Park patrol car

should read, "To Steal and Neglect."

Sorry. Traffic.

Sir. Ahem.

Sergeant Roland used to be CPD.

Some of you may recognize his name.

His father was Deputy Chief.

He had his son placed in Narcotics

straight outta the academy.

Everybody knew he was bad news back then...

Got jammed up, excessive force charges...

Look, before he could get stripped,

his old man had him shipped out to Jackson Park

to save his career.

Carter. He's been a patrol officer

out there the past two years.

Nothin' but high marks.

About six months ago, he got assigned

to Roland's Narcotics unit.

Thought it'd be a career changer for him.

Listen, it's just a matter of time

before Roland and his unit realize Carter isn't one of 'em.

So how are we gonna play this?

My office.

- Listen, before you say... - Sit down.

Aaron, Perry came to us with this case

because he needs our help, okay?

It could get tricky.

I got a plan, but I also got a problem...

I don't know if I can rely on you.

Hank.

I can't count how many times you've been late.

You look like you've been up all night.

The question is...

can I count on you? Yes or no?

Yes.

Well, you wouldn't believe it unless you were there.

Me and Jackson took a Halligan hook

to this giant's head.

The guy was no less than 6'5", 300 pounds,

waving around his little derringer.

Can we help you with something?

Yeah... I'd like to know how

a bunch of cops from suburbia got the balls to cross over

into the city, rip off a dealer,

and are eatin' burgers

like they don't have a care in the world.

Who the hell are you?

Chicago PD.

What is CPD doing this far West?

Hank Voight sent me.

We need to have a talk.

So you and Voight are tight then? Huh?

I gotta be honest... I don't wanna be here.

This place bores me, but we have a serious problem.

The dealer that you and your unit robbed

was under Voight's protection.

Whoa, you keep saying that... Robbed. You got any proof?

Don't waste my time.

You jacked our revenue stream, so now you owe us.

We have a target we want you to hit.

I wanna talk to Voight first.

You're talking to me.

No offense, but I'm not doing business

with his messenger girl.

Great. His cut just went up 15%.

Oh. What's up with chuckles, here?

- - Nah, I just got off the phone

with my FOP rep.

The suspect who committed suicide in custody,

I'm officially cleared for his death, so...

I told him he shouldn't be nervous.

Well, I guess you won't be workin' mall security after all.

But don't get your hopes up

for gettin' back upstairs anytime soon.

I heard "golden girl" is shining real bright up there.

Yeah, well, you know, I started on the streets.

Now I'm back on the streets. It's all good.

Yeah, see, that's a winning attitude.

Yeah, he doesn't mean a word of it.

Hey, Olinsky, do you ever check your messages?

Yeah, uh, how do I... how do I do that?

How do...

A Linda Sovana keeps calling, twice today already.

You say Sovana?

Yeah, do me a favor... call the woman back

if for no other reason than to tell her

to stop calling me.

- Ready? - Yeah.

- Oh, hey, Kev. - Hey.

I got a call from the ivory tower.

Congratulations.

I appreciate that, Sarge.

Hey we might need a little extra backup

on this thing we're working, so stand by.

Anything you need.

If I'm not out in, like... ten minutes, you come in.

Okay.

Sergeant Voight, this is Sergeant Roland.

I don't know if you remember, but we met once.

Well, you're right. I don't remember.

How about a drink?

It's not a social call.

Well, I just gotta say,

I have nothing but respect for you.

A cop who ran the streets his way.

You got sent to Statesville,

gamed the system to be released.

I mean, when I was coming up in CPD,

I always wanted to get in your unit.

Now here we are, finally workin' together.

Not yet.

You're right. First thing's first.

Your phones.

Can never be too sure.

Nowadays, they got everything wired.

Here's for the phones.

I'm clean.

I don't think you fully understand this situation.

You come into my city, steal from me.

The only reason you're still breathing

is 'cause I don't let debts go unpaid.

We're cool.

Target is a cartel stash house. No real security.

They pay a front man to shovel the snow

and pick up the mail.

He's sittin' on at least ten kilos and 200 grand in cash.

- In and out in five minutes. - You hit it, we'll split it.

35 your end, 65 us.

Sounds like me and my guys are doing

most of the work, so, I'd say that's 65 my way.

You can have the whole thing.

But then you gotta get out of Chicago alive.

35's good this time.

But 50/50 next time.

Let's just worry about this job. Goes good, we'll talk.

- Hey. - Hey.

You left without me this morning.

Yeah, no, I had some paperwork I had

to catch up on, so I thought I'd get an early start.

- You had paperwork. - Yeah.

Look, I'm upstairs now. You have to get used to it.

Don't read into it. Wha... I had paperwork.

Okay.

Hey, how much cash you got?

On me?