Chicago Justice

Five weeks on trial.

Now jury deliberations.

I can't do it anymore.

Is there a problem with the other jurors, Ms. Spencer?

No. It's...

It's... a lot of pressure.

I need to go home.

Your Honor, if this juror wants to be excused,

I won't object.

Would you step outside for a moment, MsSpencer?

Please.

I assume you object, Peter.

It would be counterproductive

to start deliberations over again with an alternate.

It's a waste of everybody's time.

Forcing her to stay is only putting more pressure on her

to vote guilty.

Your client should've thought of that

before he killed two people.

What is it with you guys? There's no jury in earshot.

Send Ms. Spencer back in.

What are you gonna tell her?

That we're not running a Club Med here.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Publish the verdict, Mr. Wick.

In the case of the People of the State of Illinois

versus Ricardo Mendoza,

on the count of first degree murder,

the people find the defendant guilty.

Escoria racistas!

That's Mendoza's brother.

The defendant will be remanded into custody pending sentencing.

Con cuidado, eh?

The people thank the jury for their service.

You are dismissed.

- This court stands adjourned. -

Okay, I've been here long enough.

In the bullpen, there is a board covered with clothing.

Yeah. The winners club.

When an ASA wins his or her first felony trial,

a piece of something they were wearing when the verdict came in

goes up on the wall.

There's a piece of a bra up there.

What can I say? Second chair always picks the item.

You're telling me someone here actually wore a bowtie?

- Yeah, well, I lost a bet. -

Stone.

Yeah.

Patrol saw her body floating in the water.

Summons to appear for jury duty was in her wallet.

CPD ID'd her. They called us.

We called you.

ME says no visible bruising.

The crap up her nose means she was most likely alive

when they dumped her in the swim.

Los Hotas?

She begged to be let off the case.

Maybe I should've let you go.

Last week on the Kaplan case,

a juror tried to get out of jury duty

'cause his pet pig was depressed.

If word gets out that jurors are being whacked,

we'll never seat another jury.

I'll have Voight put together...

No, no, no. I want you running point on this.

You picked her, right?

I did, yeah.

You did right demanding she stay.

Oh, I want CPD cars, unmarked, on all the jurors

until we figure this out.

Get the mayor.

Santiago Mendoza.

This ain't about parking tickets, is it?

We're here about Ricardo.

- He okay? - He's fine.

For a dude looking at mandatory life.

You seemed pretty pissed, too.

Maybe you decided to do something about that.

Oh, you caught me. I'm organizing a prison break.

Or you killed a juror.

Whoa, damn. I'm a civilian.

You should be looking at Los Hotas, man.

They threatened mi madre to make sure Ricardo don't rat.

Where did this happen?

My mom's house.

Miguel followed her home first day of trial.

Miguel Lopez?

He's a sick bastard.

Yo, Miguel.

What...

Hey, what are you doing?

Where you going, Miguel? Where you going?

Hands behind your back.

Why'd you make me run, huh?

- You good? - Yeah.

- What did I do? - You threatened Señora Mendoza.

That's what. I don't even know who that is.

He really is that stupid. Ricardo's mother.

I'm there to support my homie, bro.

Why would I threaten his mom?

I don't know... to make sure your homie doesn't rat you out?

What about her? You threaten her, too?

I don't even... wait.

The bitch from the jury?

The bitch be dead.

Are you accusing me?

She did put your homie away.

Now first you say I threatened Ricardo

to keep him from ratting me out,

then I whack a juror for locking him up?

That don't make sense together.

- Who's stupid now? - Still you.

Now, maybe instead of crawling all in my business,

you should talk to that jurado racista

with the ugly-ass sweaters.

- What are you talking about? - He was on the jury too.

Bottom row at the end.

I saw him and your dead chick hashing it out

in the parking lot one night.

Come on.

Must be hard being stuck in a room with 11 strangers.

You mean seven strangers and four knuckleheads.

We should've been out of there in two hours.

That kid was guilty as sin.

Was Lily Spencer one of the knuckleheads?

No. She was a "guilty" after the first ballot.

Oh, so you didn't have any trouble with her?

Why? She say something?

You were arguing in the parking lot.

That's what she said?

She was crying. I was consoling her.

About what?

She said the trial was ruining her life. She had to get home.

Did she mention anyone from Los Hotas

giving her a hard time?

Okay, that's it.

Tell me what's going on, or get out.

Lily Spencer is dead, Mr. Evans.

Oh, my God. Such a sweet kid.

Those punks. They did it, right?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

I was the foreman.

They're gonna come for me now, right?

I want protection.

It's already there.

Did she mention anything specific?

Look. All I know is that someone was driving her nuts

with all those texts.

The judge told us to shut off our phones.

We did. But Lily said that she had to keep hers on or...

Or there would be consequences.

You didn't think of telling the judge?

I assumed the texts were personal business.

I guess I was wrong.

The phone company only keeps texts for three days.

Lily received 67 texts, all from the same guy.

How did Los Hotas get her cell number?

They didn't, unless one of them was

moonlighting at a tech firm.

Thanks.

The texts are from a phone owned by Jaxco.

- The restaurant app? - Among others.

We're looking at a high-tech stalker.

Here's the last text message:

"It's either the jury or your kid. Last chance."

Best day of my life was when I met Lily.

Worst? Well, when she dumped me.

We wanted to ask you about a bunch of texts you sent her.

Lily and I broke up. We didn't declare war.

We communicated daily because of Sam, our son.

- Hey, buddy. Say hey. - Hi.

We're gonna be right in here, okay?

Please.

- You share custody? - 50/50.

- That's why you're here, right? - Not exactly.

Did something happen to Lily?

I'm sorry.

When?

- We found her two nights ago. - Her body was in the river.

You people... you forced her onto that damn case.

You should've protected her!

Thank God it was my day.

Just tell me you have the bastard in custody.

What? What is it?

You sent her 67 texts in 3 days, Mr. Clark.

You didn't get a response for two days.

You didn't find that odd?

Hold on. If you're suggesting

that I had something to do with this...

Well, you sent her a text, and I quote,

"It's either the jury or your kid."

Kind of sounds like a threat.

All right. Out of context,

okay, yeah, maybe that sounds bad,

but the thing is, people think you invent a couple apps,

you just sit on your butt and cash checks.

I'm busy, okay? Sam was hounding me.

Kids don't understand jury duty.

All he knows is that his mother missed another soccer game.

Nice boat.