Chicago P.D.

- I need you to sign something. - Huh?

What you got?

Okay.

Jordan, I was supposed to sign this a week ago.

How come I'm just now getting it?

I forgot.

And it's all C's.

You're a smarter kid than this, Jordan.

This doesn't even look like your report card.

Are you gonna sign it, or what?

I'm signing. But understand, Jordan.

It's been a rough couple of weeks,

but there's no excuse for this.

- There's no... -

Listen.

We will talk about that later. Okay?

All right?

Anything new with Antonio?

No, but I still want to keep an eye on him.

Got a search warrant for the residence of Marshall Carter.

He's the head of the Night Lords.

He's got priors for possession, aggravated battery.

They deal out of a house in Hegewisch.

The boonies.

Yeah. My C.I. confirmed

the monthly shipments here ready for distribution.

Now, here's the thing. There's an estimated

street value of at least two mil worth of meth and cocaine

in the dining room.

- How many men? - Uh, at least six.

The address is 238 Five Oaks Road.

Let's hit it.

Chicago PD! Turn around.

- Turn around. - Get down.

- Spread your legs. - Clear.

- Wider. - Hey, we got a runner.

Stay against the wall. Stay on the ground.

The hell you thought you was going, boy?

- Huh? - Look who it is.

- Mr. Marshall Carter. - We got him.

That's all of them.

Sit back. Get up.

- You hear that? - Yeah.

- Oh! - Hey.

- Hey, hey, hey. - Hey, hey, hey.

Little guy, little guy.

Little guy. Hey, where you going?

Where you going? Come here, come here.

It's okay. It's okay.

I got you. I got you.

Anybody else in there, Sarge?

Two kids.

Both dead.

So, the kid's a ghost. Same with the other two kids.

No one's reported them missing.

I ran facial recognition locally,

nationally, and double checked with the FBI.

I got nothing.

- They got a name? - No.

- The kid doesn't speak English. - I called a few translators.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

Look, the fact is three kids were held captive.

Two of them are dead. Someone's gonna pay for this.

- Good work. - Yeah.

- Thanks. - Yeah.

I know you don't understand me.

But you are in a safe place.

Vietnam.

You're from Vietnam?

Thank you.

Tell us about the kids in the shelter.

What kids?

A black kid, a white kid, and an Asian kid

were found in your storm shelter.

I don't know nothing about no kids.

And that creepy-looking shelter ain't mine.

It belongs to the house in the back.

You better hope so.

- Who's your neighbor? - Hell if I know.

That's the wrong answer, Marshall.

- Excuse me? - We got you on

distribution, methamphetamine production,

and until we learn otherwise, double homicide.

Oh, yeah. I forget to mention

two of the kids are dead?

C.O.D. for both children was carbon tetrachloride exposure.

It's a solvent used to extract meth.

So they inhaled fumes?

No, there was toxic water in their stomach contents.

My guess is the drug dealers dumped the waste products

into the yard and it seeped into the ground water.

Okay, so, the kids got thirsty,

drank the puddle of water, they got sick, and died.

Sounds about right.

- Okay, thanks. - You're welcome.

Hey. So, we did some checking.

Turns out you're right.

Storm shelter belongs to your neighbor.

What'd I say? I admit to the dope,

but I ain't copping to them kids.

I've never been near that shelter.

You can do some CSI crap to prove it.

You wanna know what that CSI crap proves?

The meth waste you dumped in the yard

seeped into the shelter.

The kids drank it and died.

Wanna guess what that's called?

It's called criminally negligent homicide.

I'll tell you everything I know.

I got no allegiance to some freak

who's snatching up little kids.

So start talking.

I saw him two times. Both times, he was with kids.

First time was two girls. Second time was three boys.

What did he look like?

Tall white dude. Old, like, 50.

His name is Quan Vo. He's from Sapa,

a mountain village in northern Vietnam.

- When did he get to Chicago? - Six weeks ago.

He was living at an orphanage, and then he was sent to America

to bless a new family.

Okay, uh, the new family. Does he know their name?

The only name he knows is "Smith."

He was living with them up until two days ago.

All right, what happened after that?

That couple, the Smiths, gave him to another couple,

then that couple gave him to another man

who then locked him up in some sort of cellar.

Can he describe any of these people?

They were all white.

And, uh, their address. Does he know where they lived?

No, but it was a tan house.

- - Near a train.

- Near a train? -

- Has a picture of cats. -

And it smelled like Banh Socola Bot Nep.

What is that... What?

Can you say that again?

- Banh Socola Bot Nep. - Banh Socola...

- And that... What is that? - Food. A Vietnamese dish.

I've never had it before.

Okay, I'm gonna call a restaurant and see

if I can get that order.

Copy that.

Tell him, "Thank you."

He wants you to know the other two kids were alive

when he was first locked up.

He told them not to drink the water,

but they didn't listen.

He tried to save them.

Platt said someone ordered from Royal Siam?

- Right here. - Smells delicious.

Okay, the house with the storm shelter's

registered to an LLC in Grand Cayman.

They have about 200 units here in Chicago.

This one was red-tagged for foundation problems.

It should be empty.

So our suspect was squatting.

Sounds like it.

So we got no name, no number, no nothing.

Huh. Unbelievable, it's chocolate.

It's chocolate.

Quan said the house he lived in smelled like this.

- Hey. - Sweet.

So, must be around one of the chocolate factories.

- Hey. - Hey.

What've we got?

Well, they've been to five houses

owned by people named Smith.

Still no hits, so I don't know.

I guess just keep knocking.

Wait, wait, wait a second.

Quan said there was a picture of what outside the house?

Cats.

Okay.

Excuse me. Can I help you?

- Yeah. Officer Atwater. - This is officer Ruzek.

Chicago PD. We were hoping that

you could help us identify this little boy.

That's my son, Quan. He's adopted.

What's this about?

Hi. What's going on?

It's the police. They're asking about Quan.

What... Quan was kidnapped?

That's what we're trying to figure out.

Okay. I was away on a business trip.

He... Quan's supposed to be in school.

Right, but he's not.