Chicago P.D.

You're a good cop, Adam.

You're really good at catching bad guys.

And yet... And yet you work right next to one

of the worst men in Chicago.

A man who built his career crossing the line

and breaking the law.

And yet you can't catch a criminal?

How long do you think you're gonna be able

- to jerk me around? - I gave you the video.

The video of the fight.

That tap dance with Halstead punching a bystander

while he's trying to save a kid's life?

You told me you wanted something

that crossed the line... That crossed the line.

Do you know how hard it was for me to give that to you?

I told you I wanted something on Voight.

Something actionable.

I can't give you what you want.

I can't.

Yes, you will.

Or your sister will go to jail,

and your little nephew will have to learn all the names

of his new foster brothers.

And the poster boy for corrupt police in Chicago

will not be Hank Voight.

That will be you.

You got 24 hours, or I will bury your ass.

Where are you going?

Um, I gotta go see a guy about a job.

Security gig.

Come on. We have to celebrate.

- Um, celebrate what? - Our two week anniversary.

I can't be late.

So, Ryan, I have a question.

Am I seeing you again tonight?

Hell yeah.

Good, Caitlin.

So, you just moved here?

- Yeah, last week. - Hmm.

Looking for a good league for my daughter.

Oh, this is the one. Good coaches, good families.

You're gonna love this neighborhood.

Get in there, Caitlin! Go for it!

So, Julianne...

I was told that you could hook me up.

Excuse me?

I just... I need something for my back.

I got into a car accident, and I'm in a lot of pain.

It sounds like you need a doctor.

Sarah Rathe told me that you could help.

I have cash.

- How much do you need? - How much can I get?

Hey, Sue, I need to help out our new neighbor.

Um, would you mind dropping Dylan and Caitlin

- back at the house? - Mm-hmm, sure.

- It's $80 a pill. - That's pretty high.

It's real Oxy. None of that Chinese crap.

Okay.

- Wait here. - Wait, I'll just go with you.

No, the guy's skittish.

Don't worry. I'll be right back.

- Did you copy that? - Yeah.

Already in the location.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, okay.

I got the eye. I'll stay with her, Hailey.

So, we're gonna bust her in front of her kids?

Do you wanna tell Sarge we lost 1505 funds

and got played by a soccer mom?

I don't know.

After the Sinaloan cartel, this feels like small potatoes.

17 ODs in this area in the last month.

- Big potato. - All right, after you.

- Help, help! - Somebody... Sue!

- Help! - Please!

Somebody help! Please, somebody!

- Help! - Our mom's inside!

She won't wake up!

- Where is she? - Please!

She's in the bathroom!

We're police.

You guys stay here. Stay put, all right?

Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay, hey, hey, hey.

Look at me, look at me, look at me!

This is Detective Jay Halstead.

Badge number 51163.

I need you guys to roll an ambo

to 4222 South Keller.

We got a female overdose victim.

She's conv... Hey, guys, stay back!

- Julianne! - She's convulsing pretty bad.

- - Send help quick.

I'm gonna get them out of here.

Hey, hey, hey! Julianne!

- - Julianne, stay with me.

Stay with me, Julianne!

She stole our money to buy her fix.

Looks like she was trying to get high

before her kids got home.

We found a straight razor and a white powder substance.

Field tested for Oxy.

She probably snorted it.

We tried like hell, we couldn't revive her.

We'll crack off a vice report on your attempt to buy.

Dump her phone.

She must have reached out to her supplier.

- All right. - Hello, Hank.

Hey, Denny.

So he called you, too?

He? Just here working a case.

Good. Now you own it.

I'm not following.

The victim in the case is Julianne Wells.

Daughter of the Honorable Judge Wells.

Tommy Wells?

That's right.

Daughter of a white judge.

The opioid crisis is finally going to hit front page

of the "Tribune."

- Hey. - Coffee?

- Thanks. - Yeah.

How'd it work out with your boyfriend?

- Not great. - Can you fix it?

Yeah, I think it got broke

in a way you can't really fix.

- That sucks. - Mm.

Um, well hey, you did right by the team.

You did right by Voight. That's something, right?

All right, guys.

Julianne Hudson.

Divorced, mother of two.

Been in and out of rehab for the past two years.

And you had no idea she was Judge Wells' daughter?

She's going by Hudson. It's her married name.

We did know she's a small-time dealer.

Two of the ODs said she hooked them up with Oxy.

We were flipping her to get her supplier.

Yeah, look, I talked to my C.I.s.

This move into Lincoln Park is not the cartels.

It's a new player.

Nobody on our radar or Narcotics'.

Pushing legit Oxy pills.

Well, we dumped Julianne's phone,

and the last call she made before she OD'd

was to a Vance Williams for 32 seconds.

We ran muds and tolls on the 17 ODs in Lincoln Park.

Six of them called this guy Vance, too.

Hmm.

Got his, uh, social security records.

Been working at the Wolcott Grill the last nine months.

All right, so why don't you two go talk to him?

Listen, it's new turf, but it's the same game.

Bust the dealers, flip the minnows into sharks.

Copy that.

You know, before Tommy Wells was a judge,

he was a cop.

We were in the Academy together.

Good police.

Let's do him right.

Parent's not supposed to have favorites,

but Julianne was my favorite.

She loved sports.

- That's how she hurt her knee. - Hmm.

And then came the operations.

The pain pills.

Spent my whole career throwing drug addicts in jail

and my own daughter went down the rabbit hole.

I'm so sorry.

Listen, uh...

I talked to Denny Woods.

We're gonna pursue a narcotics induced homicide.

So if you can point us in a direction...

I really wish I could.

The deeper in Julianne got, the more she isolated herself.

It was our drug companies and our doctors

who got us hooked.

They called it medicine.

We unleashed this monster on ourselves.

She was my little girl.

I lost my son a few years ago.

Pain doesn't go away.

There is some consolation when justice is done.

Makes the hole a little shallower.

We're gonna do everything we can.

Yeah.