Chicago P.D.

It's just that memory, it's a tricky thing.

It's complex, unpredictable.

Right now, Makayla says she hardly remembers a thing.

Right, because she was drugged when she was taken.

Phenobarbital, they kept her asleep the whole time.

I understand that.

But that makes it even more complicated.

At this moment, she seems to be coping remarkably well.

Why does it have to be "seems"?

She's sleeping better.

She's on a routine.

She's--she's happy.

I don't want to keep putting a label on my kid

that she's not well when she is.

She's okay.

I agree.

But I do want you to be prepared

that she might remember.

Okay, so--why?

Help us out, Doc.

I mean, will she or won't she?

I can't tell you that for certain.

It's possible she may never remember the events fully.

It might feel like a dream to her, something abstract.

Or it might be images in her mind, like photographs.

Or one day, it very well could come back lucid, real.

I wish I could give you a clearer answer than all that,

but I can't.

I just want you to know that over time,

her memory will shift.

They do for all of us.

She does seem a little like a ticking time bomb.

Yeah, well, she's not. She's fine.

I know.

I wanted to talk to you about something else.

The building manager called me yesterday

about the three-bedroom that we put the deposit down on.

It's gonna be ready next week.

I was thinking I'd still take it for Makayla and I.

Really?

Yeah, you know, unless you want it for yourself.

No, it's too big for just me.

Yeah, I mean, bad things happened in that place.

I think it'd be good to get her out of it.

Clean slate.

All right, well, I should get to my dad's.

He's been in Florida for the last seven weeks,

so you can imagine his fridge.

Ooh, that's a fun, fun treat for you.

I know, right? All right, Mak.

I've got to peace out, kid.

- Okay. - Hold up.

We caught a scene.

Makayla gets to see Disco Bob's?

Sure, yeah.

Okay, bye, Mak.

- Bye, Mom. - Bye.

- Hey. - Hey.

- We the first ones here? - I think so.

Intelligence. Who's she?

She found the victims.

They're her parents, the Graces.

She hadn't heard from them in a couple of days,

so she came here, used her key, found them.

Get the paramedics here to help her.

- 2622. - Casowith.

- Hey. - Hey.

It was on when we arrived.

We didn't want to touch anything.

Looks like they were being held in there.

That's not water. That's bleach.

Sir, please understand,

it's an active crime scene inside.

I don't get what you're telling me.

They're my parents. I want to see them.

I can't let you go inside.

They're trying to give my sister a goddamn sedative.

You're telling me my parents were murdered.

I'm going inside.

No, believe me, you don't want to see them like this.

You don't. Please.

- Children? - Yeah.

They got another son coming in from Dunlap.

The Graces have three children, seven grandkids,

and they've lived in this place for 36 years.

- Forced entry, home invasion? - No, sir, no signs of either.

Nothing appears to be missing at all.

We also found rope and duct tape in the bedroom upstairs.

Killer spent quite some time with the Graces

before he killed them based on this food cooked.

- I'm thinking half a day. - Huh.

What's that smell, bleach?

They were bathed in it before they were killed.

The walls were wiped too. Should be splatter everywhere.

Killer wiped down everything.

This is the cleanest scene I've worked

in 30 years on this job.

He's damn smart.

I doubt we'll get anything.

Scrub it clean anyway.

This can't possibly be a first-time kill.

It's way too well-executed.

All right, so let's run it all past ViCAP,

see if it matches any other homicides.

Yeah.

There were no signs of sexual trauma on either

of the Graces' bodies,

so whatever the motive was, it wasn't rape.

Any low-hanging fruit on surveillance?

There's a wildlife camera in their backyard,

but that's all it caught--

squirrels and the neighbor's cat.

PODs?

No, whole stretch of that neighborhood

doesn't have them.

It's too safe to need them.

Well, the neighbors' security cameras--

there's four of them down the block--

got nothing on them either.

Right, and there's no 911 calls, no witnesses.

That block was dead quiet all night.

Strange thing is, I went back six months

to find in-service calls-- nothing.

No prints on any of the plates, cups, light switches.

No strands of foreign hair. No murder weapon.

And their family?

I spoke to the children.

They were aware of no threats made to the parents.

Couldn't think of anyone that would

want to harm them at all. We're at empty.

Well, clearly this is not a normal homicide.

I mean, it wasn't about passion, about opportunity.

It was sadistic.

I mean, killer played with these people.

Why?

I mean, why the dinner, the book, the bath,

this bedtime routine?

I ran our crime stats and MO through ViCAP like you asked.

No other homicides popped as a match,

but something else did when I ran

"bleach bath" and "lullaby."

Oh, good.

All right, here we go.

This boy is Daniel Smith.

Police found him 28 years ago in 1994 at a rest stop

off 55 half dressed and covered in bleach.

Hmm.

Police believe someone had bathed him in it.

And Daniel, you say someone took

your parents, told you to run?

Who?

Did you know this person?

Okay.

Now, this man, he went into your house, right?

Where is your house?

RV.

Okay, an RV, that's good.

But Daniel, you said this man gave you a bath.

How did he give you a bath in an RV?

- I want to come home. - I know, bud.

Okay, what about your mom and dad's names?

Do you know their real names?

Mommy and Daddy.

Yeah, that's right,

but what about their real names?

It continues on like this.

The detectives interview Daniel dozens

of times over dozens of days.

His story does shift, but the gist of it is,

a man entered his house

and told his parents what to do.

He read them a book, made them eat dinner,

sing the lullabies, gave them a bath

- in something that smelled. - Huh.

And when it got to nighttime, the man told Daniel to run,

and his dad said to listen.

And the boy's parents?

That's where it gets stranger.

They were never found, not even ID'd.

Police searched. They did a national poll.

There were no missing Smiths

that matched his parents, no Smith family

with a missing three-year-old, nothing on birth records.

They searched RV sites, every neighborhood in Illinois.

They did this for years.

They were never able to corroborate

a single detail of this boy's story,

not even his name.

So he's like a living John Doe.

Exactly.

He was placed into foster care and adopted finally at 13.

Says he lives in Oak Park now.

He does, 31 with a wife and child.

Get him to talk to you.

Daniel?

Daniel.

We were hoping we could speak with you.

Yeah, you just stay right there.

Give me a minute.

You got it.