Chicago P.D.

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Be honest, when was the last time you used?

Today.

What the hell are we gonna do?

We had one chance to make this right,

and you blew it. This is my unit.

I take the heat. I take the bullet.

Don't worry about me, Hank. Worry about yourself.

Kelton is coming for you.

I will do everything I can

to make sure he does not disband Intelligence.

You're playing a dangerous game here.

So are you.

Why are you doing this?

There was only one choice that I could live with.

Today, we have made history.

Today is the start of a new beginning.

If there is something that I need to know,

then you have to tell me.

I'm going to see Kelton.

Do what needs to be done.

All right, I want a joint op

between Homicide and Intelligence.

Every eye on the city is on us, so you go hard,

but you make sure you do it right.

- Understood. - Yes, sir.

Can we get the news helicopters out of here?

Tell them to show some respect.

Sergeant Voight on scene?

I just spoke to him. He's on his way.

Good. Detective, how'd it go with Kelton's driver?

We get anything helpful? - Not really, sir.

He said he said he dropped Kelton off around 10:00,

then he went to get the mayor-elect

cigarettes and Advil.

When he got back 25 minutes later

is when he found the body.

Okay. Updates on the hour.

I'll handle the progress reports.

You hit me with your IPRs.

Sound good? - Absolutely.

Detective Terkla. You got a sec?

So Voight's on his way?

I don't know. I was just covering.

Covering? Why? What are you talking about?

Earlier today, Voight said

he was going to see Kelton...

to do what needs to be done.

Thanks, man.

All right, what do we got?

Acting Superintendent Crawford wants us

running it with Homicide.

We got a lot of eyes on this. Makes sense.

Hank, I need a word.

In private.

You can talk in front of Halstead.

We just found a witness.

Saw a black SUV driving near Kelton's house

around the time of the murder.

The SUV was driving slow, suspiciously.

Okay.

I had CPIC run traffic cams

on any black SUVs in the vicinity.

Got three hits.

75-year-old grandfather, soccer mom...

and your SUV.

You're asking if I killed Kelton?

No sign of forced entry.

Nothing suggesting robbery or home invasion,

so it looks a whole hell of a lot like

whoever did it, they knew Kelton.

All right, shell casings recovered?

No. They policed their brass.

How about his phone?

A lot of congratulatory texts,

but, um, all the calls

are either personal or campaign-related.

Also looks like you called him.

Around noon.

Hmm.

Hank.

- Hey, Kate. - I just got here.

What the hell happened?

Just started working it.

- Any suspects? - Not yet.

There's gonna be a long list.

Yep.

You talk to him since he resigned?

I haven't.

So I don't know too much.

Poor bastard. Finally got what he wanted.

Had to go out like this.

A hell of a thing.

Call me if you need me.

Despite the political differences,

I did love the man.

Hey, you talk to Antonio this morning?

No, not today.

All right, what do we got?

No one's heard from him since last night,

and he's not responding to texts.

That's not like him.

I'll reach out to him in a bit.

All right, so a burner phone was recovered

from Kelton's personal vehicle.

OCD ran muds and tolls.

Lot of cryptic texts going back and forth with other burners.

Someone named Slo-Mo texted Kelton three times yesterday.

9:00 a.m. he writes,

"Not cool. Need to talk."

"Hit me back for a meet."

An hour later, "I ain't playin'."

Then at 6:00 p.m., he goes all caps,

"Watch your back, bitch."

Four hours later, Kelton's dead.

We get a hit on this Slo-Mo's phone?

The phone was shut off today, but all the prior texts

pinged off a cell tower in Englewood

on a block known to be a Southside hustler stronghold.

No hits on a Slo-Mo in the database.

All right, well, we need a name.

I want boots on the ground now.

- I'll get the warrant going. - I said now.

Move in.

Chicago PD! Nobody move!

Hey, get the runner. Get the runner.

Keep your hands where we can see them.

- Put your hands up! - Get your hands up!

- Over here. - Hands up.

Get your ass to the white line.

Stop playing.

- Gun! - Hey, yo.

I got a permit for that. - Shut up.

Put your hands behind your back.

I got him. I got him.

We are just looking for Slo-Mo. Is that one of you?

Just give us the Slo-Mo info, and we'll bounce.

Hands up.

What is this?

That's a free ride to the station.

Unless you want to give me a name.

No? All right, put your hands behind your back.

Let's go.

Curtis.

Slo-Mo's name is Curtis.

Does Curtis have a last name?

Yeah, I think it's Monroe. Like the street.

All right, play this off. We'll let you go.

Get in the car.

Slo-Mo's real name is Curtis Monroe.

Mid-level player, self-admitted Southside hustler.

He's got an extensive sheet. He did two stints inside.

All right, known gang associates?

Yeah, hold on a sec. Here we go.

Look at this. Wilson Young.

Wilson Young? The same one?

Yeah, it's the same one Kelton had killed

so he could win the election.

It also happens to be Monroe's cousin.

Cousin looking for revenge.

All right, so where's this Monroe hang his hat?

Uh, did six months in Dixon,

then he spent three weeks in a halfway house.

He does dry after that... the kid that ID'd Monroe,

he doesn't know where he lives either.

All right, well, let's find him.

Start digging.

Kevin.

I need you to do a pickup for me.

You made bail.

Sergeant Voight posted it this morning.

Let's go.

Let's go. Come on.

It's your lucky day, Poe-Poe.

Next time, you're gonna leave in a box.

Get your ass in the cell.

Hope you like being alone.

Protective custody cells down in Stateville

are twice as small as these.

And the inmates are twice as nasty.

Good to know. Thanks for the advice.

Just saying.

You want to survive prison, get used to being alone.

My boy.

You my Uber?

I usually don't pick up two-star passengers, but, yeah.

How you feel?

Good, yeah.

Yo, the guard just told me about Kelton.

- Crazy, right? - We got any suspects?

Uh, South Side hustler named Monroe.

There's no real evidence.

You think Voight had something to do with it?

All right.