Chicago P.D.

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This intelligence unit is hereby disbanded.

I'll get your badge.

You just haven't accepted it yet.

Your team's badges, they're already mine.

- Gun! - Gun! Take cover!

They're continuing their investigation into our unit.

So it's... it's over?

We'll have to wait and see.

[grunts softly

Morning.

Word is IAD Commander Devlin's out of the office today

because he's attending the Gold Star Memorial donor event.

Mm.

He'll be there all morning, then be shaking hands

and taking donors out until sundown.

I say you catch him beforehand.

Mm-hmm.

Maybe find a few more syllables by then,

some complete sentences.

Okay.

- You want me to go with you? - No.

The man is risk-averse, politically minded.

He does not respond to pressure.

I know who he is. It's been a month.

- Oh, look, it finds its voice. - Yes, it does.

And it's going to be fine,

so you got to stop checking on it, bringing it coffee.

I don't come here, I don't see you.

The team is scattered.

I know Chapman isn't speaking to you, so somebody has to.

Trudy, I'm good.

Look, today's the day, right? - Mm-hmm.

Donor event at the wall?

Come on. - Here.

- Hank. - Sir.

- You missed a lovely event. - Huh.

It's officially been four weeks.

Full breakfast, nice speeches.

They even mentioned your father.

You should have attended.

That's a full month

since the Intelligence Unit has been disbanded.

My team's all been on their best behavior.

Every charge of misconduct has been dismissed.

I know.

The only thing left is for you to sign on the dotted line,

reinstate us. - I know.

My officer Kiana Cook...

she just took a permanent spot in the 17th.

I don't want to lose any more members.

I can sympathize.

I need them to know we're back.

Well, they're gonna have to wait.

Sir...

I'm sure I don't need to tell you

there's been a steady uptick in crime...

9% rise in homicide, 22% in gun violence.

I can relate that directly to my team being benched.

You're right. You don't need to tell me that.

I was promised a four-week evaluation.

No, you were told a four-week evaluation at minimum.

I need more time.

How much?

I don't relish this, Hank.

And if you want to talk consequences,

I believe these are yours.

I was given this responsibility,

and I don't take it lightly. - It's just a signature.

No, it's my signature, my name on your unit.

Think about that.

You just keep working Rapid Response.

I need more time.

Damn it.

I got to go. - Yeah.

15's got me working Parkers and movers today.

So, you know, one simply cannot be late.

Yeah, well, at least it's something.

Sorry, honey.

Voight's meeting with Commander Devlin today.

You and Dante are going to get your badges back.

I know it. - Yeah.

You'll be back.

Man, I thought we'd finally be rid of your ass,

be rid of you bothering the damn neighborhood.

Day in, day out, not minding your business.

- Keep digging. - There ain't nothing in here.

- Keep digging. - Never was.

Why don't you dig over there? Dig.

I'm telling you, you're wasting your...

I knew it. What did I tell you?

What did I say? - Dig 'em out. Dig 'em out!

Watch out for those peppers.

I ain't touching your damn plants.

- All of them. - Oh, you want to swear at me?

Here's a thought, Ludo.

Don't hide your jab in your auntie's garden.

I find out you stash here...

- Oh! - Hey, stay low.

Stay low.

1140, squad.

I got shots fired.

4200 Keeler in the alley.

Roll some units. I'm responding on foot.

I got shots fired, 4200 Keeler.

Want to stay off the air.

1140, squad, I need an ambo. I got one down.

Copy, 1140.

Hey!

Chicago PD!

Drop your weapon! Drop it!

Offender fleeing eastbound on Crenshaw.

Help! Help me!

He's in a brown Ford, no plate.

His front passenger tire is blown out.

Sarge! Sarge! Any more offenders on scene?

No! Cover that DOA right there!

Don't let anyone near him! - Copy that.

It's a male, Black, 5'9", 180 pounds.

He's heavily armed. - Help! Help me!

Somebody!

1140. I need that ambo now.

10-4, 1140. Ambo's en route.

Go get some rags. Go get some rags.

Come on, Aggie. I need you to fight.

Come on, come on. Fight, Aggie.

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Here, I brought everything I could find.

Good. Here, press hard on those two wounds right there.

Harder than that. Harder than you want to.

You're not going to hurt her, you hear me?

Press hard. Good. There you go.

She's bleeding too much, isn't she?

Stay with me, Aggie. I need you to be strong.

Come on.

Come on.

Whoa! What are you doing?

It'll stop the bleeding for now.

Come on, Aggie, stay with me. - Is she breathing?

It doesn't seem like she's breathing.

Aggie? Auntie Aggie, can you hear me?

- Press hard. - What we got?

Okay, three shots.

Two through-and-through, third no exit.

- She's not breathing, is she? - Pulse is real weak.

Okay, we got her. You can release your finger.

Sergeant Voight, release your finger.

- You can stay with her, okay? - Yeah.

You're doing real good, Ludo.

Hey, he can ride with you, right?

- Yeah, he can. - Keep me updated, Brenda.

Will do.

Sir! Hey, sir, back up!

Don't touch him!

Don't!

Hey, I ordered you to hold the scene.

What the hell are you doing?

Sector Sergeant wanted me on tape.

Sir, back up, please. Back up right now.

- I was just trying to help. - I understand.

I need you to back off right now, okay?

It's a crime scene. All the way back.

Thank you.

You got to stay behind the tape.

Hey, we got eyes on that Ford?

No, sir. Sector Sergeant terminated the chase.

My God.

His tire was blown out. We could have had him.

Hank.

All right, victim's ID'd as Kenton Williams.

This is likely his Acura right here.

- You were first on scene? - Yeah.

Man died with a Glock and dummy cash in his hand,

so I'm guessing it's a dope deal gone wrong.

And this alley is known for it.

Lack of cams, easy access to 290.

Okay, thanks.

I doubt this offender is new to the neighborhood.

I got good eyes on him. I can ID him.

I mean, we should knock and talk.

The faster, the better.

Well, I talked to Commander Devlin.

Look, I'd love it if Intelligence