Chicago P.D.

You know why you're up here, Roman?

Because I screwed up.

I've decided to take a spot on a federal task force.

Special Agent David Lang.

Obviously you already know who I am.

Ordinarily, I don't allow for relationships in my unit,

but Lindsay's spot's open.

It's yours.

You're not gonna miss this?

You know, it's not like it's the last time I'm gonna put on a vest.

No, it's just the last time I'm gonna help you get it on right.

That's what, your fourth mag?

Counting?

Task force isn't like Intelligence.

They're...

slick.

I don't know.

So show them how it's done.

It's natural to be nervous on your first day.

You should've seen me at my first day

at the Racing Rapids snack bar.

I was a wreck.

This is the right move for me...

right?

Hell yes.

Just keep your head down. Work hard.

There's a reason they recruited you so heavy.

You're the man for the job.

Hey.

Here's Lindsay's files.

Just see what we need to offload.

Have you thought about who's going to fill her spot?

Offer's been extended to Burgess.

Big shoes to fill.

Good morning.

Beautiful day for a raid, huh, boys?

Damian Mendoza...

Money smuggler for the Zetas cartel.

His operations moves millions in drug money

from Chicago to Mexico each month.

We take Mendoza out,

we cripple the city's drug trade.

With the help of our informant, Kylie Rosales,

Mendoza's girlfriend and bookkeeper,

we've been able to pinpoint his Chicago base of operations.

Mendoza runs his counting house

out of the back of M & B Sheet Metal.

Kylie says this month's shipment

leaves for Mexico tomorrow.

So we hit it today, while the place is flush.

If there are no questions,

do your final checks and kit up.

Hey, Kylie.

How you doing?

I know this is a lot to process.

Honestly, I just...

I want this all to be over with.

If anyone finds out I snitched on Damian,

I'm as good as dead.

Damian won't suspect a thing, all right?

You just go into work as usual.

And when we move in, we're gonna cuff you

just like everybody else.

If anything goes wrong, just text that number we gave you.

I don't know how I got in this deep.

I started dating Damian, and suddenly I'm running his books.

I never wanted to be this person.

Well, tomorrow you wake up with a clean slate.

We apprehend him, we drop all your charges,

and you walk.

And how you live the rest of your life

is completely up to you.

Okay.

It's time.

You're over here.

Each vest has a body cam

that live-feeds video back to headquarters.

You guys rent satellite time.

I think we own one.

Huh.

Helmets are mic'd up.

Every guy's got you right in their ear.

SWAT's trained out of Quantico.

Give me your weapon.

Oh, my 19 goes everywhere I go.

This is a federally assigned glock .45

with extended magazine,

plus an additional 25 rounds.

- It's very nice, but I'm good. - I'm not.

Take the .45.

Get down on the ground!

Get down on the ground now!

Get down! Get down!

Let me see your hands! Get 'em up.

Nobody move!

FBI! Search warrant!

They knew we were coming.

And they have Kylie.

What do you got for us today, Sarge?

You're on light duty until you heal from your shooting.

My personal and my city doctors cleared me.

I'm fine.

But your sergeant says you're not,

so behind the desk until I say.

What desk? Ugh!

Me?

N... what? No.

What are you gonna do?

Commander Fischer wants district supervisors

to re-acclimate themselves to the streets.

That's what I'll be doing today.

Oiled up my wheel gun and everything.

- Oh, heavens. - It's not...

Squad's gassed up, Sergeant.

Sergeant, I don't know the first thing about...

No one spends more time

drooling in front of this formica than you.

You've seen how it works.

But, Burgess...

What?

Uneasy lieth the head that weareth the crown

upon the top of thine head.

- What does that mean? - She knows.

I don't, actually.

Let's roll.

You sure you're ready to be back so quick?

What? Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Just don't push yourself too hard, all right?

All that surveillance, and we didn't know

about the secondary loading dock?

The blueprints we were working off didn't include it.

Cook county assessor's office hadn't updated the files.

God knows how long they were gone by the time we got there.

We're not getting a signal from any of the trackers

on Mendoza's vehicles, and Kylie's phone is shut off.

There's no way to track it.

We can put out an investigative alert,

but the plates have probably been switched by now.

Get homeland security on the line.

Make sure they got eyes at every border checkpoint.

Kylie played us, plain and simple.

How much do we really know about that girl?

We flipped her in some small-potatoes drug bust.

You know the type.

Two-month investigation with national jurisdiction...

we're back to square one.

Mendoza could be anywhere with that money right now.

This is his home base.

And if there's one thing I know about this city,

it's that there's plenty of places to hide.

CPD has a fugitive apprehension unit.

Let's get them on the line.

Is there a problem?

I know Sergeant Howells over there.

Their unit isn't exactly careful.

Mendoza would hear us coming from a mile away.

You got a better suggestion?

Let me call my old unit.

No one knows their way around this city

better than Intelligence.

You can vouch for these guys?

100%.

You're sure?

No, no, no, no, no. I'm happy to help.

All right, Erin, we'll head over now.

Hmm.

This should be interesting.

Really, Burgess? I thought we were cool.

We are cool. We're totally cool.

Assigning me the only car in the district

without a working heater? I'm gonna freeze my rocks off.

Last I drove it, it worked fine.

Last you drove it, it was June.

You want a new car,

you get a new car.

Okay, vehicle 4720, all yours.

I'll get R service to check out the old one.

You're true blue, Burge. Thanks.

See? It's nothing but honey up in here.

Oh, check you out.

When did you pass the sergeant's exam?

Don't ask.

Uh, what's going on?

Lindsay's task force called us in.

How you doing, first day back and all?

- You all right? - Yeah, I'm fine.

- You sure? - Yes, I'm fine.

Come on, get out of here.

Okay.

I don't care who knows it.

Our CI, Kylie, was supposed to alert us

if anything went sideways.

Best we got is that she tipped off Mendoza

before we raided.

We think they're still in Chicago, most likely looking

for alternative means to move their cartel cash to Mexico.

And that's where our unit...

Your unit... sorry... comes in.

You guys know Chicago.

We need your help tracking down the key players