Chicago P.D.

So, okay, uh, graduated magna cum laude from Loyola,

played varsity soccer in high school,

sang karaoke with Mike Ditka at Franky's Tavern.

"You Don't Send Me Flowers." Barbra Streisand. Neil Diamond.

- Go. - Okay.

Ditka don't do karaoke so that's the lie.

No, definitely not. It's soccer.

- The woman hates moving. - Yeah, there's no way

you played varsity soccer in high school.

Well, they didn't even have girls' soccer back then, so.

Whoa!

- Up high. - Who was your coach?

- Jesus? - Oh, my...

What is it? What is it? What is it?

It's the Loyola thing.

- - I dropped out after two years

so I could move to LA with my boyfriend.

I played keyboards in a heavy metal rock band

called Black Ice. What could possibly go wrong?

25 years, I think that's pretty amazing.

Yeah, well, it's actually insane

and by the way, it feels more like 50

- so get out while you can. -

Hey, guys, sorry to break up the party.

I got a call from the CI.

Drug mule just showed up at his motel.

We gotta roll.

Girl got here an hour ago.

She's been seeing two guys that were here before.

Any photos? Names?

No. Uh, one was young, like, 20.

The other is 35, maybe 40.

- Both Hispanic. - They still here?

Not sure.

They, uh, checked in room 204.

All right, thanks, Greg.

Room 204.

Copy that.

Sir, can you stop right there, please.

- Sir. - Hey!

Chicago Police. I need you to stop right there.

Hey, hey!

- Hey, get behind me. - Don't move, stop!

- Don't move! - Stay down.

Offender jumped downstairs.

- Chicago PD! -

Drop the weapon!

Call it in!

- Get back, get back. - Hey, clear this floor.

Go, go, go!

Oh, my God.

What kind of animal does something like that?

Kind who doesn't lose his drugs.

Got an ID on the female DOA.

Name is Gloria Sanchez, 19.

For now, the male DOA is a John Doe.

So John Doe takes the trip with the mule,

delivers her to the buyer, make sure nothing goes wrong.

Sounds right to me.

Poor kid had enough cocaine in her system to kill a horse.

Stomach acid ate through the latex.

Was she alive when they cut her open?

Looks that way.

Oh!

I did find something else you might be interested in.

All right, this was found on the back of Gloria's hand.

Guessing it's one of those invisible nightclub stamps.

Okay, but why would a girl with a kilo worth of blow

inside of her walk into that nightclub?

Manifest came in from Customs, guys.

I got the name of the John Doe.

It's Miguel Lopez, age 29. Lists his recent place

of employment as the Scorpion Club. Occupation: bartender.

Anything on this girl he gutted, Gloria Sanchez?

- Yeah, also Scorpion Club. Occupation: dancer.

Yeah, that's the place on 6th and Steward, right?

Yeah, that's the one.

The logo matches the hand stamp.

All right, so run the owner and every employee.

Look, this is a homicide now.

We bust the guy moving the drugs,

we can nail him for murder too.

Bartender's name is Larry Wozniak.

He's got one prior for possession

with intent to distribute. My CI heard,

he was the one moving coke at the Scorpion.

- Larry, got it. - Yeah, he's tall.

- Black hair. - Got it.

This guy got busted for a half ounce,

like, two years ago. You sure he's

a shot caller now? This guy?

He's running drug mules from Mexico?

We gotta start somewhere, right?

Right now, somewhere is Larry.

So how long you been dancing, Riley?

Me, dancing?

Yeah, uh, that's not really my thing.

I just like to party.

Enjoy the beautiful scenery.

Well, there's nothing wrong with that.

Uh-huh.

- Uh, I got a question for you. - Mm.

My girl said that you're the guy to come to for some...

party products.

Oh, yeah, and who's your girl?

Katie, stage name August. She used to work here.

- You remember her. - Yeah.

Yeah, she said there was a hot bartender at the Scorpion

who has top-notch blow and I just assumed it was you.

- Hey, cover for me. - Okay.

Come with me.

Price is 250 an eight-ball.

- 250? That's pretty steep. - That's what it costs.

Unless, of course, you're willing to trade it

for something else of value.

No, thank you.

Aw, come on, Riley.

This powder's pure as snow.

Sex on this stuff will blow your mind.

This guy's pushing his luck.

It's all right. She knows how to handle idiots like that.

If she needs backup, she'll use the safe word.

Uh, I'm...

This is very tempting but, uh...

Come on, Riley. You're killing me.

I'm seeing somebody

so you should step back...

Now.

But I'll still give you the 250.

Fine.

I like cash too.

Thanks.

Hey, look, I don't know if you're interested

but the guy I'm seeing... He, um...

he's looking to do some deals. Some big deals.

Nah, I'm good.

- He'd be a good customer. - Oh, why's that?

Because he's rich.

Our third date, he gave me this.

Costs ten grand.

We're up.

- What's up, Riley? - Larry.

This is Jake.

- Larry. - Good to meet you.

Tell me, how does a bartender get his hand

on 95% pure coke?

Well, I got friends...

and they got friends... in Juarez.

Okay, I'd like to get my hands on some.

You think you could help me with that?

Sure. How much you looking for?

Three kilos.

Three kilos?

That's a lot of weight. I can maybe hook you up

with a few ounces, maybe a quarter key.

Quarter key.

I'm sorry, Riley made it sound like

you were more connected than that.

I think we've had a misunderstanding.

Oh, no. Hold on, hold on.

If you want...

I can hook you up with my source.

His name is Spiro. He runs the Scorpion Club.

He can get his hands on all kinds of weight.

That sounds good.

But I want 10% commission on every purchase you make.

All right.

If the product is as good as what I sampled, Larry,

you have yourself a deal.

All right.

I'll be in touch.

Spiro Dalon. Grew up in Greek Town.

He's got a clean record. He owns the Scorpion Club

and he does pretty well for himself.

Suspiciously well.

I had Asset Forfeiture run the financials

for his club and the numbers don't add up.

He's in the hole until six months ago and then

there's this huge surge in profits.

I mean, there's no way that's legit business.

They'd need, like, a revolving door for all those customers.

Right, so I checked with Immigration.

Along with Gloria Sanchez, I got a dozen other temporary

work visas for exotic dancers from Juarez this year.

They all list Scorpion Club as their place of employment.

Frequent border crossings. Multiple trips, it's a pattern.

Okay, so Spiro uses his own girls as mules

to smuggle the coke in his own club

to launder the money. Smart hustle.

Well, now it's your turn to hustle.