Chicago P.D.

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I don't know where I'm going.

Just keep driving.

How am I supposed to hold the wheel like this?

I can barely steer.

You're doing fine.

Voight, there's got to be a deal we can make.

Pull over up here.

Ow!

- Come on, let's go. -

Let's go.

This is 4 grand, if you just let me...

Just let me go. - Shut up. Come here.

I got three dead kids who od'd,

so I'm asking one more time.

Who's putting out the bad dope?

I told you!

The name. A name!

Rev. His name is rev.

He deals out of an apartment on south emerald.

Oh, oh.

Look at me.

See that?

You ever cross that line,

the next trip you take will be to the bottom of the river.

Stay out of my city.

Bus fare.

Who's excited for school today?

- Not me. - Knock, knock.

Who's there?

Okay, photo day for Liam.

- Hey, that's not fair. - Classroom fund for Emmy.

- Knock, knock. - Who is there?

- Which one's Emmy? - Emmy?

Hello, dad!

- Emmy? - It's me!

Got it. Got it.

Keep reminding me, sweetie.

- Knock, knock. - Who's there?

Bet you're glad I didn't say banana.

Close enough, baby.

What's up, willhites?

Hey.

Million-dollar spaghetti tonight.

- See you guys. - Oh, you're all sweaty.

Looks like you just went to the gym.

I won't tell you I just came from the gym.

You're gross. Get away from me.

I told you... I can get you a 20% cop discount

on a year membership.

Morning, sunshine. - Funny.

It's not the money. It's the time.

I got to take furlough just to get my hair cut.

That stuff will kill ya now, apparently.

Saw an article online.

Well, that is last on the very long list

of things that I'm concerned about.

Please.

Caitlin was asking about you.

Oh, yeah. Tell her I say hi.

So no interest on your part?

She's super sweet, but my loss.

Hey, you guys seen voight around?

No. Why?

Nothing.

You... I am never setting you up again.

What? Why not?

Because you don't know a good thing when you see it.

Got a name on that dealer.

Good. Get him off the street.

Watch me.

Hey, hold up.

Sir.

Come on in. Close the door.

I'm just trying to do the math here.

A few months ago, you work out a deal,

get yourself out of jail, and somehow,

you land the biggest job in the city...

Running an intelligence unit in my district.

Yeah, things worked out.

I tell ya... I got no choice to admit

that, somehow, you are connected upstairs in ways

that I do not understand.

Hmm.

But, sergeant...

Why the hell is a woman named gradishar

from internal affairs calling me up about you?

You say gradishar?

Never heard of her.

If you're still running game out on the street, cowboy,

being a dirty cop,

I will personally throw you off a roof.

Commander.

Atwater, burgess.

- Yes, sergeant. - Need you today.

You got it.

- Sergeant. - What?

Pods showed me something off the side of the road today...

Confrontation off the Dan Ryan.

- It was on camera? - It was on camera.

Go.

But not any longer? - No.

I can live with that.

All right, listen up.

Got a name on those dope deaths.

It's a dealer named rev on south emerald.

As soon as olinsky gets here, we're gonna...

Over here.

Hey.

Hey, Alvin.

Hank.

We're gonna set up a controlled buy...

Halstead and Lindsay in the doorway.

Do not go inside.

Got it.

All right, one more thing...

We've been doing this, what, two months?

Now more than ever, we keep everything in house.

Understand?

I don't care how they run other departments

or how you came up.

This is intelligence... my unit.

You tell me the truth, so I can lie for you.

And if you ever go over my head,

it'll be the last head you go over.

Everybody goes home tonight.

You want to know how you can tell

when a nickname sticks?

Ten years ago, the corner boys on 16th street

started calling me pulpo, the octopus.

Why?

Because I had my hands everywhere.

A drop on fullerton,

a couple of soldiers in humboldt park...

I handled it.

I started hearing the name pulpo everywhere,

from street dealers' mouths to whores' lips.

You want to know what they call you behind your back?

Chismoso,

because your tongue is always flapping

when it shouldn't be...

Which is why I'm here.

Ahh.

Acabemos con esto.

Rev! Open up!

Hey! You mind keeping it down?

Am I banging on your door? No?

Then go back inside.

Rev, open up!

I'm going out on a limb here. Rev might not be home.

Come on, man!

What?

Yeah, uh, is rev here?

No, so quit pounding on the door.

Hey, man, yo, my girl...

She's going into rehab tomorrow.

Wants to go out with a bang tonight.

Rev usually hooks me up.

You ever been to rehab, man? It sucks.

Come in.

We'll come back when rev's here.

You've been up my ass for two hours

about scoring some "h."

Well, I changed my mind!

Mujeres, right?

It looked like blood.

That and the fact that we don't know that guy...

You don't have to justify it.

You got a bad hit, you got a bad hit.

Let's go in.

No. 'Cause maybe it looked like blood?

That's not probable cause to force an entry.

He could have been marinating a chicken

and spilled barbecue sauce on his pants.

We've got three o.D.S.

Traced back to the heroin rev's moving.

You want to wait for another kid to die?

We'll do a knock-and-talk, all right?

Whoever's in control of the apartment

gets all squirrelly, we'll take it from there.

All right?

We're going back up.

Stand by.

Tucked in and ready to go, boss.

Barbecue sauce as a marinade?

What's that... some kind of puerto rican thing

or something? - I'm Dominican.

It's got too much sugar in it. It'll burn the meat.

10-1! Shots fired at the police!

10-1, 5600 emerald!

Plainclothes officers at the scene!

Get the long guns!

Get back inside! Go back upstairs!

All right, man.

Police! Clear!

Clear!

Body!

That's rev in the John.

Offender must have booked.