Chicago P.D.

All right, should we run through it one more time?

All right.

The targets are the Becerra Brothers,

Enrique and Hector.

Latin Players.

Bought from these guys three times,

so it should be nice and easy.

Nine grand gets us that eighth.

We'll make the exchange, give you guys the positive,

and then take 'em down, book 'em before lunch.

Yeah, one problem.

- You look like Paul Bunyan. - That's what I was going for.

Paul Bunyan was a handsome giant, so thank you.

Cool seeing Makayla at the park the other day.

- Good to see her laugh. - Yeah.

She's the strongest person I know, Kev.

You? Well, you brought her in.

That's a big change.

Yeah, I love it. I really do.

- I love it. - And?

And, um, I can barely crawl into bed at the end of the day

and that's when everything goes perfect.

Probably wouldn't hurt to have another pair of hands,

would it?

Thought about wrapping Ruz into this?

- Yeah, I have. - And?

- Yo, looks good. - Here we go.

- Here we go. - What's up, fellas?

- How do? - What's up, bro?

- Living the dream over here. - Ain't we all?

A'ight, check it out. That's 9 large.

You can count it if you got to.

All good. I'll get your package.

Right on.

Y'all need a taste of the product?

Nah, man. We're good, we're good.

One of our boys called us,

said he was in the shoulder with this stuff last time.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, we got that good stuff, man.

Right on.

Come on. We don't play around.

I know.

It's the same recipe as last time, right?

- Tried and true. - Purity, homey.

It's why the crystals are so big.

I know. That's what I'm talking about.

All right, let's do this.

Jay, get down!

Let's go.

- 5021 Eddie, 10-1, 10-1! Shots fired at the police!

We're at the 4200 block of South Justine.

We got undercover officers taking fire.

Eddie, are there officers hit?

Unknown. Approaching now.

All again, we have a 10-1 being called.

Jay, Adam!

Guys, we're okay! We're good!

Shooter's in a silver pickup fleeing southbound.

5021 David, officers are not hit.

I repeat, officers are not hit.

Offenders fled southbound on Justine in a silver pickup.

What the hell just happened?

All right. So where are we?

I got a partial from the shooter's vehicle

that fled southbound.

CPIC's running it down.

A newer-model Silverado.

- Any shell casings? - 19 so far.

That'll do.

Assault rifle. Green tip .223s.

All right.

Have Forensic bag, tag, hand-deliver 'em to Ballistics.

Well, we know these two victims

are gang-affiliated meth dealers,

so hit the streets.

Look for beefs, anniversary shootings, all of it.

Get me PODs, Shot Spotters.

Hey, whoever did this damn near took out two of our own.

Don't forget that.

Closest Shot Spotter to the shooting.

Looks like someone else got there first.

It's from 2300 hours.

That's the night before it went down.

Well, tells the shooting was calculated, planned.

- What else you got? - Nothing actionable.

I talked to some of the victims' people.

They say they don't know what's going on or who did this.

Okay. Anything on the shooter's car?

CPIC pieced together the plate from the hot sheet.

Vehicle was stolen three days ago.

We lodged BOLOs, but...

No, vehicle's torched to the rims by now.

We're circling the drain here.

Actually, maybe not, Sarge.

OCD busted into two burners

found at the Becerra Brothers' place.

These are the texts on their phones.

"You sell, you die." "I warned you."

"Muerte." Dead.

There's dozens of 'em.

Someone threatened to kill the Becerra Brothers

if they didn't get out of the meth game

and then they made good on it.

- Okay, can we trace the texts? - Not to a person.

Texts were sent burner-to-burner.

But to a neighborhood? Yes.

OCD puts them in and around Garfield Park.

Yeah, one of my best CIs, Tommy Lane,

he's a meth guy in Garfield Park.

- Pay him a visit. - All right.

You gotta be kidding me.

Course.

- Is that him? - Yeah, that's him.

Why are you busting my chops?

- Hey. - This is what I always do.

Calm down. I'm asking, not accusing.

Okay, this is me calm when you come to my home

for the crime of having a good time

and then call me a thief while you're at it.

Only thing I ever stole was my old lady's heart.

God, Tommy.

They should take you to jail for being a stupid sap.

- I'm guilty, my queen. I am guilty of love.

I love you. Okay?

- Stop it. - Tommy.

- Ruz, what's up, bro? - How you doing?

Guys, speak to you privately real quick?

Yeah. Please take care.

- You stay there. - Where am I going?

- We ain't done with you. - My house, my home.

- Tommy. - What?

We got business with this guy.

- With this nitwit? - Yeah, I know.

It seems improbable.

But, you wanna tell us what's going on?

What's the problem?

Look, your boy's having a birthday party for his kid.

Yeah.

The adults got a little wasted, all right?

Neighbors called in a noise complaint.

- That's it? - No, that ain't it.

We got reason to believe

your boy stole this bouncy house.

Yeah.

All right.

Look, guys. Do us a favor.

Walk away, I promise you

we'll get this nitwit to shut things down, okay?

Promise.

Take the tap off that keg?

- Yes. - Yeah.

We ain't walking away a second time.

Fair enough.

And hey, listen.

Expect to find something bottled, brown,

and moderately expensive in your lockers, okay?

I really appreciate it.

- Thank you, thank you. - Yeah, yeah.

We'll be fine.

Ruz.

Are you literally out of your mind, bro?

Where you been all my life, bro?

Yeah.

Yeahoh.

Still letting you pick your own partners these days?

Sometimes.

- Feel a chill. - Nah, she warms up.

Don't worry about it. Come on.

Isabel!

Come party, man. Get a couple of shots!

- Thanks, little man. - You're welcome.

All right, come on.

Dad will be back out in a minute.

- Okay. - Thanks, Isabel.

Really steal the bouncy house?

Course I stole the bouncy house.

Neighbor's a prick. Finn's having a good time.

God would rather you be a thief than a prick any day.

- So. - So.

What's up?

I need you back in play.

- Come on. - Look, bro.

We got a real bad person or persons

causing a lot of serious trouble.

How serious?

Well, we got two men, brothers.

Glass dealers in New City.

They were both shot and killed yesterday

and we're trying to figure out

who's trying to muscle in on their turf

before more people get killed.

Come on, man. I'm doing this now, you know?

- Birthday cakes, bouncy houses. - I know, I know, I get it.

No, you can't bro. My wife, Isabel, trust me.

Lot of ladies would've left by now.

I pushed things far as I can go, all right?

I'm trying to get clean, get off the pipe, you know?

Got out of that whole scene.

I got nothing but respect for that.