Chicago P.D.

Samantha Beck and her father Richard

are manufacturing and running mass amounts of meth.

I could go under.

Richard is a white supremacist.

And he's feeding it to his grandchild.

My buyer's got more product coming.

Don't you get paid in cash?

With my dad, it's not always in cash.

- What is it? - Supplies for the end.

I was just too scared...

Too numb.

It's not that I didn't feel the same way that he did.

I did. I always have.

Hey.

Good morning.

Some night.

Yeah. Yeah.

Hey, I, uh...

I don't want this to just be--

you know.

Me neither.

Feels different.

No, no, leave it.

It's your undercover phone--

No, go ahead, leave it.

Kim, I don't wanna--no.

Samantha Beck.

Callum wants to show me his new "Magic: the Gathering" card.

I had a month undercover, and this is as close

as I am to busting Richard Beck.

I'm at "Magic" cards.

Mm, it's just gonna take time, Adam.

The man never gets close to the drugs.

Oh, Samantha will give you more

closer you get to her and her family.

- She will. - I don't know. I don't know.

She doesn't talk to me anymore

about whatever the end is, about the supplies they gather.

Hasn't talked to me about whatever it is

her dad's planning, and I don't even know

if she really knows.

Hey, it will come.

We'll get there together.

Just need a moment.

One moment.

It'll come.

You are making this hard.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

All good. Do your thing.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna work, bumblebee.

But it's the weekend.

Yeah, well, I mean, unfortunately bad guys,

they don't take the day off.

Aww.

See you later.

Okay, Dad.

- Morning. - Hey.

Hi.

Just robbed the doughnut shop, so let's dig in

before the cops get here.

- Adam. - Hey, man.

Look, I got a super rare Echo Fighter card.

Well, look at you.

You know what they say.

Only the best kids get the good cards.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

Come on, kid.

Come on.

Come on. Hup!

- We're going again. You ready? - Yeah!

Nicely done, buddy.

Nice job, Callum.

I can't sleep.

Again?

Why am I getting the feeling that this is

becoming a new round two bedtime routine kind of thing?

Come on. Let's go.

Hey, can you help me with this?

You can't sleep, bud?

No. The slide stock's jammed.

Slide stock?

Yeah.

Who taught you that word?

My grandpa.

He let me shoot his rifle at the mill once.

Last summer.

All right, well, this is a toy,

so no slide stock.

Looks like your ammo is a piece of candy, so.

Callum, you gotta get back to bed, okay?

Read if you have to, but you better be in bed.

What's up?

It's another Dale problem.

My dad wants me to go to his house and help his sorry ass.

Why does he keep that guy around?

He's known him since he was a kid.

It's like the son my dad never had.

What'd he do now?

I don't know. It sounds serious.

Where am I gonna find a sitter?

Why don't you let me handle it?

I know Dale.

We been loading trucks together.

He knows me. You stay with Callum.

Give me a chance to prove to your dad

that I'm actually worth something.

Let me take it.

Okay.

Okay.

Hey, Dale.

Yo, you here?

It's Adam. Sam sent me.

Oh, they sent the new guy?

Jesus. I got this. You didn't have to come.

I don't need a damn babysitter watching me.

What's that smell? Is that bleach?

Yes, man. That's bleach.

Smell the bleach. Take a whiff.

Go back and report to Sammy and Richard that I'm good.

Nah, I'm just doing what I'm told.

You know how it is. What is all this?

You know what?

Road trip, new guy.

Come on, let's go.

Shut the door.

Taste that new batch of Tina?

Haven't gotten near the product.

It's like drinking a keg of Red Bull, man.

I've been up for, like, 48 hours.

You ever wonder what happens if you, like, never sleep?

I heard you hallucinate and, like, see bats and stuff.

How'd you get those cuts on your hand?

Just got in a little scrap, that's all.

- Little scrap. - Yeah.

What are we doing, Dale?

Whoo!

Nothing like a fire in the winter, huh?

See, clothes, shoes, even threw my damn underwear

in there, all right?

It's like it never happened.

Never happened.

Dale's not gonna talk to me.

He wouldn't say a word to me the entire drive back.

But I'm telling you, that man, he did something.

It was something bad.

There was a hell of a lot of blood on those clothes.

Forensics came up empty on the fire.

No blood, no DNA.

No homicides or assaults with a cutting instrument

reported last night.

And no one showed up at any of the hospitals

with lacerations.

Dale's phone been off for about 48 hours,

so it's gonna be hard as hell to track him down that way.

I think we ought to bring them in.

If we bring him in, you'll be made.

The case will be blown.

This man, he did something.

He committed a crime.

All right, so find out what the crime was first,

then bring him in without getting burned.

Why don't you go ahead start with his car?

If he was driving it last night,

might be blood or forensics in it.

If we seize his car on the books,

we're in the same problem. Ruze's cover is blown.

So get creative.

Secure the warrant. Just don't serve it.

Richard, I don't need someone following me around

doing things that I've been

doing for you for how many years.

How many years I been doing this?

No one's gonna find out a goddamn thing!

- What's up, man? - Hey.

You all right?

I'm all right. I'm always all right.

Come on in.

Thanks.

Richard, how you doing, sir?

Fine.

Just fine.

Damn.

What's up with the boss?

I don't know. Hates Mondays, I guess.

What are you doing here?

Ah, checking on you.

Thought you could use a drink.

You know last night, I was just following orders.

You know what I mean?

It's all good.

I could definitely use a drink.

All right, hell yeah.

Let's go. I'll drive.

How long you gonna be?

All right.

You've done this before.

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