Chicago Justice

- What'd she say? - It's complicated.

I know you. You didn't talk to her.

Six years together, she's just not gonna

give me the thumbs up to move on.

I'm strategizing.

Me too.

Where are you going?

It's complicated.

Well, there's not much to tell.

My secretary and I were sitting there, preparing for a meeting

and then... no, not now... and then she goes to the bathroom

and then all of the sudden, the water just from above...

Lemont's kind of a sleepy town.

This is my first dead body.

We can ship a couple of our overflow up here if you want.

I'm in charge. Captain Fogarty.

Oh, Nagel, Dawson. Thanks for calling.

Under the circumstances, I figure this is your ballpark.

Manager said that he made the reservation online.

He never saw the man before.

- Not even when he checked in? - Didn't have to.

Keycard on the door, changes for every new customer.

Wallet was in his pocket.

- Any security footage? - People who come here

don't really want a record of it.

In here?

Yeah, I'd say he's dead.

Mm-hmm.

Here.

Excuse me?

I figured I could learn something.

Slit wrists. Pretty obvious suicide.

Nope. Nothing.

Hot water. Whoever did this wanted the body to decompose.

What do you mean, whoever did this?

- He did it. - Look again, officer.

What's missing?

A knife.

Maybe Officer Jonesy will get us a cup of coffee

while we discuss the case.

That's one hell of a way for a cop to go.

Yeah.

Excuse me, I'm sorry. Did you just say

the victim was a cop?

Your boss didn't tell you?

Officer Jonesy, meet Officer Ted Cody,

Chicago PD.

So what are we looking at?

Cause of dead, broken neck.

Judging by these severe cervical vertebral fractures,

I'd say Officer Cody was face down,

the killer put a knee here and...

Snapped his head back.

- And the ankles? - Can't say.

Maybe when he hit the tub.

- Also, he was Mike Tysoned. - The guy bit his ear?

Someone with very strong fingers

did a grab, pull and rip.

No pulmonary edema, minimal bleeding,

he was dead before his wrists were cut

and was dumped into the tub.

So someone went to a lot of trouble

to make us think that this was a suicide.

Like we're gonna miss a broken neck.

Us, no. But the locals might.

See the jagged nature of the cuts?

I'd say we're looking at a bread knife.

Something like that.

And all this happened when?

Because the body was in hot water,

I'd say the TOD was sometime around noon yesterday.

Give or take.

- Okay. - Thanks, Joy.

Oh, it gets better.

Officer Cody had pancreatic cancer.

He didn't have more than six weeks left on this planet.

We found traces of gemcitabine oxaliplatin... that's chemo...

Along with some alcohol in his blood.

That's a big no-no.

I always thought I'd get that call

in the middle of the night, you know?

Shot on duty, car accident.

Suicide never even crossed my mind.

I guess it makes sense, with the pain and medicines.

- Bills piling up. - I'm sorry, Mrs. Cody.

- Nobody told you? - Told me what?

- Your husband... - Former husband.

We're thinking he may have been murdered.

He was a selfish prick, okay?

He insisted on dying alone.

Soon as he was diagnosed, he moved out.

- When was that? - Eight months ago.

I don't even know what I'm gonna do for money.

I just... he was giving me 1,200 a month in cash.

He was working another job to help with TJ... that's our son.

You okay, Mom?

- I'm fine, babe. - This about Dad?

Mm-hmm. Why don't you go back inside?

I'll tell you in a minute.

He's Ted's pride, you know?

He got accepted into four Ivy League schools.

That's not bad for a son of a cop.

There should be a law against cops getting married.

Thought they had one already.

So is Officer Cody a martyr or a mook?

Hard to say.

His ex wasn't lying about medical bills.

You got x-rays, surgeries, meds, insurance.

Second notice, third notice.

Looks like he owes about half a mil.

I had six weeks to go, I'd make 'em wait, too.

Whoa.

I'd say this is about 20 grand times two.

- You're kidding. - Hey, I used to work narcotics.

Things are starting to lean towards mook.

Sure, Cody and me used to be partners,

but since he got put on a desk, we don't talk so much anymore.

Oh, that's nice. But we didn't ask that.

Fine. I was his last partner, yeah.

- Where'd you work? - North Side.

Lake View, Lincoln Park.

Blue haired ladies looking for their lost labradoodles.

Not exactly high-risk stuff.

Let me ask you this, Officer Hawkins.

If I were to go to your crib, make myself a drink,

go to your freezer, get some ice.

What am I gonna find?

What is this, "Jeopardy"?

Just answer the question.

My freezer? Uh, a couple of brats,

mint chocolate chip ice cream.

- I don't know, what? - No cash?

What the hell are you implying?

- Your partner... - Former partner.

He had almost 40 grand stashed away.

Do you know anything about that?

No way.

You wanna go through my fridge? My underwear drawer?

Help yourselves. I got nothing to hide.

If Cody was into something, I don't know nothing about it.

When's the last time you saw him?

The last time I said hello was, like, two weeks ago.

Truth is, dying guys kinda give me the willies.

Have a good day.

So you're ruling out his ex.

Actually, I think she loved the guy.

Either way, she wasn't strong enough to break his neck

even if he was dying.

You sure?

You know how many carcinogens are in a hot dog?

- Too late now. - Officer Cody's

former partner is a sack of nails.

Not my first choice if I were gonna run a scam.

Hang on.

Nagel. Yeah.

Seriously, though, I don't eat meat.

Thanks, Ronnie.

Ronnie ran Cody's incoming and outgoing.

On the day he was murdered,

he called the sack of nails three times.

- It's not what you think. - No?

Why don't you tell us what it is?

Well, I don't know you.

You come asking me questions about some dead guy.

What am I supposed to say?

Telling the truth works for me.

What were you and Cody talking about the day he died?

Meat.

What?

Just meat.

This is really the story you're going with?

It's the truth.

Cody had a standing order at some North Side butcher.

Steaks, chops, all kinds of meat.

Once a month... Because he was desked up...

I would go pick it up for him out of the kindness of my heart.

Okay. How much meat we talking?

- In dollars? - I don't know.

- A lot. A couple a grand. - On a cop's salary?

All I know is I would walk in the front door

and they would hand me a couple of cartons.

It was totally legit.

You're kidding me, right?

I just assumed Cody was in tight with the owner.

He'd get the meat at a discount

and sell it to the guys for a profit.

All due respect, if it was all legit,

why did you lie about it?

You know it is against regs

to do personal business on city time.

I didn't need the bosses coming down on me.

We're gonna talk to this butcher, Hawkins.

So help me, if you're lying... Who is he?

Beckett's Meats.

It's over on, um...

I know where it is.

John Beckett.

The one and only.

What am I missing?

Five years ago...