Chicago P.D.

All right?

I got it.

I told you it was gonna be fine.

You don't have to...

You don't have to say that to me, man.

How many times you gonna tell me the same thing?

- It... - Hey!

You good?

Okay. I got it.

Just just give me a chance,

and I'll figure it out.

- Deputy Miller. - Evening.

II ordered you a scotch. I guessed.

You guessed right.

Okay, good.

All right.

So what's the occasion?

Celebration.

Reports are being released to Comp Stat tomorrow,

and the numbers are pretty good.

Huge drop in CRs,

and a corresponding drop in crime.

New Chicago Policing is finally showing progress.

And I wanted to thank you.

For buying in.

Or...

We had a cold wave come in.

People stayed inside.

Stopped shooting each other till it warms back up.

Wow.

Is that you a thing or a Chicago thing?

Waiting for the next storm.

More like an alternative theory thing.

Lookl've been down this road before.

This is how it starts.

Atlanta, Newark;

Reform goes so slow, you can't even see it

until it's blinding you all at once.

- You made it! - I was bored.

This is Sergeant Hank Voight

who runs the Intelligence Unit...

The one I was telling you about...

The one who works all the big cases.

Cool.

Hank, this is my son, Darrell.

So... she talks about me a lot?

Yeah.

She thinks it makes her too relatable.

To run a police force, you gotta be more

than a mere mortal, yeah?

He was living in Atlanta,

and he's been in Chicago for two months.

He's going to DePaul.

I hope you don't mind.

I told him to stop by if he wanted a bite.

No, of course not. It's nice to meet you.

I gotta grab this. Be right back.

You have a son.

How did I not know that?

He grew up with his father, my ex...

Who...

He never lived with me.

He came out here for a change.

Change in Chicago.

Seems to be the thing these days.

Put your hands on the wheel.

Get 'em on the wheel!

Darrell? Get out of the car.

- Nice and slow. - You got your gun out?

- Jesus. - It is what it is.

You carrying anything I should know about?

- Gun, knife? - Come on, man.

Why are you following me?

- I need your help. - With what?

"Intelligence Unit," "Sergeant."

My mom told me about you. I thought maybe you could...

The quicker you get to the point.

I owe some people a lot of money.

If I don't pay 'em soon, they're gonna kill me.

You have a nice place.

This your kid? We're around the same age.

Tell me what's going on right now.

I party sometimes up north.

There's these college kids.

What are you dealing?

Just a little coke.

And a little coke turns into a lot of money.

How?

Well, these guys,

they say they'll pay me back.

And they do eventually.

I just

I got a little

buried under it with my dealer.

I owe 10K.

Who's your dealer?

His name's Kent Darby.

He owns a strip club.

Practically nobody.

Crap dude.

Why the hell are you here?

Why aren't you telling your mom this?

Have you met her?

I messed up, okay?

And this...

This will kill her.

Can't you help me without telling her?

You've got to be kidding me.

Look, Sam, I'm

I'm pretty sure he's thinking

since you're my boss,

I wouldn't want your kid to get in trouble.

Right. I mean, look.

He's not a bad kid.

Justhe's got a gift for finding trouble.

Sam, you don't have to explain anything to me.

My son was the same way at his age.

I'm just telling you this 'cause...

'Cause it's the right thing to do.

But look, as far as I'm concerned,

we never had this conversation.

How's that?

I'll help him off-book.

- I'm okay. - I'm not.

I don't wanna use my office in that way.

I want you to help him,

but I want you to treat this as any other case.

Put him down as a CI,

and I'll take care of whatever else happens.

Someone we know has been dealing eight balls

for a small-time dealer named Kent Darby.

Darby runs coke

out of a strip club he owns in Logan Square.

Darrell, our CI, he says it's a small-time operation.

He's the only dealer outside the club.

Most the product goes directly to customers.

Seems like a little fish.

Why aren't we farming this out to Narcotics?

Because we know the CI.

His name is Darrell Miller.

As in Deputy Miller?

Her son.

All right. So what?

Kid got himself in a little trouble.

This should be easy, okay?

We do a buy-bust.

We give Darrell 10K from the 1505 funds to pay Kent,

he re-ups, we bust 'em both, Darrell gets a deal.

Wait, so Sarge, we're putting Darrell on paper?

It's the way Miller wants to play it.

I can respect that.

Look Darrell’s downstairs right now.

Just wire him up and let's get this thing done quick.

So this doesn't bother you at all?

What about it?

We're using our badge to help a cop's kid out of a jam.

We're doing a favor for a cop who's been good to us.

Exactly. A favor for privilege.

Come on, bro, you know we wouldn't be working this case

if it wasn't for that kid's last name.

Yo!

Walls are not soundproof in here.

Watch your volume, kay?

- Sorry about that. - Sorry, Sarge.

- We all set? - Yes, we are.

Darrell, right?

Yes, sir.

- I'm Officer Atwater. - That's Officer Ruzek.

Thank you, Sarge.

Heard a lot about you.

All right, Darrell. We're gonna hook you up.

You understand what you gotta do?

Hand off the cash,

get more coke,

wait to be arrested.

Yes, sir.

I know I'm getting a deal.

I do.

And I'm grateful.

But it's also not all I am.

You know, privilege, son of my mom.

I'm not all bad.

I'm sure that's true.

Just like everybody else that deals dope.

It ain't your fault you're getting off easy.

Yo, how you doin', bro? You good?

You all right? Good to see you.

Geez, kid.

Yo, Jay. Darrell's heading your way.

Copy you. I see him.

Yo, Kent. Where's Lady Jupiter?

I thought she was gonna be here.

I was gonna ask her out.

Heads up, Jay. We got a gun.

Where's the money?

Relax. I got it.

Go ahead. Count.

You know, I told you when you started, did I not?

You screw up, he'll kill you.

He'll put your ass in the ground.