Chicago P.D.

You're under arrest for the murder of Kevin Bingham.

You can't save everyone, Hank.

Just make sure I get bail.

Alvin Olinsky has dedicated his life

to the people of this city.

He dedicated his life to you.

It should be you in there.

Not him.

It has been a tough day.

But we still have jobs to do.

Chicago PD!

Okay, okay, okay...

You shot him in cold blood!

- I didn't see what happened. - It doesn't matter!

We're talking about the guy who killed Al here.

- Watch yourself, man. - I'm right here!

All right, enough!

I'm sorry, Al.

Hank?

All right! All right!

Hank!

Come on in. Come on in.

Okay, okay. So.

You're alive.

I have been calling and calling.

We've got two DOAs in Grant Park.

Oh my God, Hank! What the hell happened?

Can I take you to the hospital?

No, I'm okay.

Must look worse than it is.

I know you're going through hell.

But if you, if you need help,

if you need someone to talk to...

I'm good. I'm good.

I'm good.

Yeah. Right.

I mean, I know I'm overreacting

because you look just great,

and I don't even know why the idea

popped into my little head.

Trudy.

Listen, I want you to do me a favor.

Just the next time you... you talk to Meredith,

just...

you tell her I'm gonna

take care of the funeral, okay?

Okay.

Hey.

Sergeant Hank Voight. Intelligence.

What's going on?

It looks like there's a hot batch out there.

We got five ODs so far this morning,

It's not even 10:00.

Sergeant!

Get the hell off my crime scene.

Excuse me?

I called you three times.

This about the De Leon shooting?

Yes, it is.

Well, like I told the review board,

it was a good shoot.

The problem is I have

two credible witnesses both say

the victim had his hands

raised up above his head.

You listen.

First of all,

that guy is not a victim. He's an offender.

He ordered the hit on Alvin Olinsky.

And second...

that's not what happened.

Well, it's your word against theirs.

Yours is selling at quite a discount these days.

State's attorney is circling this as a homicide.

Best you can do is call your FOP lawyer.

There's bad drugs on the street.

Kids are dying.

It's better I'm out here.

Well, I appreciate that you want to help.

But the facts are the facts.

This got nothing to do with facts.

Meaning what?

Meaning I think it's a good time

for you and your boss, Kelton,

to bury an old-school white cop with a bad reputation.

You're wrong.

It's an absolutely fantastic time

to bury an old-school white cop with a bad reputation.

But that's not what I'm doing.

I'm following the facts,

doing what's best for the department.

You are benched

until further notice, Sergeant.

What happened to your face, boss?

Listen.

There is some bad dope out on the street

and we are gonna find it.

Fast.

Now, Antonio is gonna take the lead.

So get on the horn with CFD right away.

Get a list of all the ODs the past two days,

the exact locations the bodies were found.

Track down the 911 tapes, tox reports...

I got it, Hank. I'm good.

Sarge, you want to tell us what's going on?

Why aren't you involved?

The COPA thing.

They're still investigating the shooting.

Listen, I'm on the bench until it's resolved.

Way to step up, bro.

Stay out of this, Adam.

Hey. Enough.

Now listen, everything is gonna be fine.

So stop talking,

and track down that bad dope.

Okay, let's get to work.

That's my son.

That's my baby! - I'm sorry...

Let me go! Let me see my baby.

- Ma'am. -

It's okay, it's okay.

Same tox report for all five DOAs.

Heroin cut with battery acid.

Battery acid? Really?

That means it's intentional.

It means somebody's trying to

put bodies on the street.

Wait, so, is this business

or is this some sicko serial killer

out here just trying to kill people

with dope instead of bullets?

Well, all five ODs

are on the West Side between Sacramento and California.

It's confined to one area,

which is a good thing.

What about the crime scenes?

Detectives found packets

at three out of five locations.

They all had the same logo: A spider.

Yeah, well, maybe we should call Voight,

see if he can at least point us in the right direction.

No. We can't.

Hank's off the books until.

COPA's done with the investigation.

Right, yeah, I know that, but

there's five people dead

and the clock's ticking, so...

Voight's not involved,

you understand?

He's been stripped.

It's violation to even talk to him

about any of this.

All right, talk to Narcotics.

See who the shot-callers are and who's supplying

product with a spider logo.

All these kids copped somewhere.

Hopefully that somewhere is connected to the same corner.

I think they are.

I ran the phones. All five trace back

to the same burner. Gotta be the dealer.

Pinged it, looks like he's doing business

on the corner of Sacramento and Fillmore.

Okay.

Here's what we're gonna do.

Dealer's name is Andre Thompson,

AKA Little Dre.

5'9", 135 pounds.

19 years old, two priors.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I think I got him.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

He's working near the southeast corner,

you see that?

Blue jacket. - Oh, yeah, yeah, I see him.

So this Antonio thing.

I don't want to talk about that.

He didn't see the shooting, Ruzek.

Oh, my God.

That doesn't matter.

- Yeah, it matters. - No, it doesn't.

It doesn't matter. Not in this situation,

it doesn't.

Not when the dead guy got

exactly what he deserved.

We're talking about the guy who ordered the hit on Al.

- I get it. - No. Hey.

Antonio was right that.

Voight's future hinges on his word.

He had the opportunity to back up his brother and he didn't.

And I don't know why.

But he didn't, and that's the end of the story.

- End of your story, maybe. - Hailey.

Look, what I'm saying is

it's not as simple as you make it sound.

Just keep that in mind.

Found his jab.

Where?

Deflated basketball.

It's in the shopping cart.

Jay, we're up with solid eyes, ready to roll.

Copy that.