Chicago P.D.

Detective Tierney.

Officer Ruzek, Intelligence.

- Your sergeant's with our body.

Or, well, what's left of it.

Body popped as indexed with the case you're working.

Victim's connected to Gael Rodriguez.

- Yeah, the guy's a head of a drug trafficking organization.

Yeah, I know who he is.

Worked him for three years with Narcotics.

Guy brought in 1,000 kilos of dope a month

and we couldn't find a way to touch him.

Follow the smell.

- And I take it no witnesses. - Nope.

A couple of junkies broke in to party.

They found her. - Boss...

- Acid hadn't fully dissolved her skull yet

so we managed to pull the ID from a serial number

off a dental implant.

She's Isabel Peña.

- Gael's girlfriend. - Yep.

Guessing she stepped out of line.

He got rid of her. Same old story.

- There's no way you're pulling Gael's DNA.

- No, it's a stroke of high junkie luck

that we even got her identity.

There's not a chance we can pin it to Gael,

but we are definitely gonna try.

I'll keep you looped if there's anything you can use.

- Appreciate it, Hannah. - Hey, Voight...

- Huh? - You guys anywhere on him?

We're getting a foothold.

We're working his number two, a guy named TJ.

- Well, I suppose life on drug charges is something, huh?

- Hey, I want that deal set now.

- Atwater and Rojas are with TJ.

They're trying, but the guy's a handful.

- I don't care. I want it set tonight.

Get TJ, you get him to flip,

and you get Gael off the street.

Come on, TJ.

How many more times we gotta dance for you

to tell you that we're good for it?

- Maria, you know who I work for, right?

So you know the product's good.

So I think the two of you are gonna sit here

long as I want, until I feel all right.

- If this guy's any more careful,

I'm gonna blow my brains out.

- You know, if I worked for Gael,

I'd be the same way.

- Yes, but we've already given you 10% on top of the four.

That's more money than we've ever given anybody

and that's only because

we wanna do this with you long haul.

- All right, 12% uptick for a test run,

then we talk. - Hell no.

I'm not doing this with you no more, bro.

It's 12 then 10, and that's now or not at all.

But if you wanna make us sit here and play with us

and try to have a pissing contest

just because your boss got a big product,

I can walk my black ass up out of here.

- I'm gonna go grab another drink.

- Whoa, what the hell is she doing?

- See? About time to wrap it up

when she can't control herself.

- Hey. - What's going on, Vee?

What are you doing here?

You said you were working tonight.

- Well, I got off work early. I'm just trying to get drunk.

- Oh, you're doing it wrong. Who ya--who ya here with?

No, no, just work people.

- Yeah, the halfway house is having drunk night

at Perro Locos now?

- Funny. We didn't bring the alcoholics.

You want whiskey? Hey, can we get some whiskey?

Halfway house?

What the hell are they talking about?

Who is this guy? - I don't know.

I've never seen him before. - No, no, no, no.

I wanna know what this whole Vanessa Rojas

hyped-out-of-her-mind thing is you've got going on.

What are you talking about?

- Why you look like a shaky dog

who about to piss the carpet?

- Look, I'm just--I'm just surprised to see you here.

- Whoever he is, he just used her real name.

We gotta give 'em an out. We should pull 'em.

He can blow her cover.

- If we pull 'erm, we risk losing the buy.

She can handle it. She can do it.

- Who you here with? - Just work friends.

- Yeah, yeah, I wanna-- I wanna meet him.

That's one way to do it.

What are you doing?

- Atwater set the buy? - Yep.

Buy's all set. You gave him enough time.

So, who was that?

Uh, just a guy I know.

Ex-boyfriend.

- Ex? Looked more like current.

- Yeah, I mean, it's on again, off again.

Ex might be more accurate.

We just--we kind of fall back into it a lot.

- Hmm, so he's still in your life.

- Yeah, you know, he's like family.

- He doesn't seem to know you're a cop.

Vanessa, you've told the people in your life

you're a cop, right?

- I-I don't really have a lot of people.

Just him, really, and no.

He's got no idea I'm a cop.

Okay.

Our scene is clean.

Detective Ray called it perfect.

We got nothing.

- That's 12 suspected bodies on Gael,

including his own cousin.

- All right, take it from the top again.

- All right, our main target today is Gael Rodriguez.

He's a middleman between cartels and gangs.

He sells mass quantities of drugs

to west side gang factions.

- As we know, Gael is smart, okay?

He doesn't leave a footprint.

Doesn't touch the guns or the product.

Keeps his hands clean, hard as hell to pin,

but last night I think we got a way in.

TJ Trevino is set for a buy.

- TJ confirmed he'd sell four kilos as a test run.

- The buy is set today, 3:00 p.m.

- So money and drugs exchange hands,

we grab TJ, flip him for Gael.

Jay, I want you and Hailey taking the lead on this one.

Just remember, I mean,

we're running this guy for drugs,

but our objective is to end the violence.

Stay light.

Copy that.

- Forty minutes. - There's lots of glass.

Think he's got eyes?

All right, let's pull back a bit.

Switch your positions. Loosen things up.

Rojas, Kev, are we missing something?

No, I don't think so.

Plan was he'd post his car up one side,

we'd pull the other,

switch keys inside the building.

Hand to hand.

- I've got no movement up front, guys.

There's nothing out back.

If the car was here, it arrived before we got here.

- Kev, why don't you give him a call?

- It ain't happening. Deal's off.

- That's no bueno because we already set the deal.

Now, if you wanna renegotiate because you don't like

where the money is, you let me know that.

Boss said no new partners.

- What do I have to do, TJ? Get to know the boss?

Does the boss have to get to know me?

Do I have to babysit his kids?

Let me know what I have to do to make it work.

- No, that ain't how it works. He said no.

Deal's dead.

TJ...

Game over.

Son of a bitch.

- Atwater pressed him. TJ held strong.

- He get burned? - I don't think so.

I don't think he ever showed. - Huh.

- Look, maybe Gael smelled something was off

or TJ was talking game he couldn't back up.

Either way, no new partners means we're dead on undercover.

- Gael just killed his girlfriend.

He's probably laying low, scattering.

We've seen guys like this before.

What happened is Gael's good at his job.

- Betting we can make all this sound

like we've exhausted all options.

You thinking Title Three?

- We get one, we'll do a full-scale wire.

Okay.

Have you ever done a wire investigation?

- Welcome home. You live here now.

All right,

we don't have nearly enough for a warrant on Gael.

The judge agreed that we do have enough for a Title Three

on TJ's burner,

so that's where this wire's gonna start.

We'll listen to every call he makes,

every word he says.

Then we build.

No organization can move this much product

without a trace to their boss.

There's 1,000 paths up and down.

TJ will lead us to them.

Everything might be something.

Who TJ talks to, who he calls,

who calls him, the women he's screwing,

his baby mamas,