Chicago P.D.

Come in.

Have a seat, Detective.

The mom ID'd Pettigrew.

He's got Derek Robbins.

Bastard.

Should we wait for Voight?

There's a kid out there.

Whoa, whoa, Erin. Your gun. Erin!

What's going on, Detective?

Where is he, you sick son of a bitch?

- Who? - Derek Robbins. Where is he?

I'm sorry. I don't know who that is.

- Where is he? - I told you I would never

hurt a child.

- Ugh! - Erin!

You have three seconds to tell me where Derek Robbins is.

- Hmm? - Erin, don't do this.

Haley, get out!

Give me a reason.

Detective Lindsay.

You admit to shoving your fully loaded service weapon

down the victim's throat?

A repeat violent sexual offender

who targets tender-age children.

He knew the location of a boy that he raped

who we believed to be clinging to life.

That boy is the one and only victim here.

I have spent my entire adult career

training to sit across from liars and scum

and get the truth out of them,

and I do not regret what I did here.

What you did is official misconduct.

You're looking at aggravated assault.

I came here without an FOP rep.

I've answered all of your questions honestly.

I know you'll look for inconsistencies

when you interview Detective Upton.

You will not find any.

Until the board has made its determination,

you're stripped.

You can take that badge off your chest.

- Mom? - Where are you?

Um, I'm downtown. Why?

I... I need you. I need you to come here.

I need you right now. I need you.

This is really not a good time for me.

He's... he's dead!

I just got home and... and he... I need you! Right now!

- Bunny. - Hank.

- Where is he? - Where's Erin?

She's not coming, Bunny.

- I want to see my daughter! - Sit. Sit.

- Where's Erin? I want to see her! - Sit down.

He's been shot.

Jeez, it's Johnny.

He's alive. Roll an ambo.

- Hank, I did not do this! - Get her back.

I just came home,

- and he was already shot! - Just sit! Sit! Sit!

5021 George, emergency, got a male, white.

Gunshot wound to the chest. Roll an ambo to our location.

- Is that Johnny Martelli? - Yeah. Just keep her back out.

Halstead, where's that ambo?

Okay. Thanks.

That was Dr. Choi.

Guy's alive, barely. Going into surgery now.

Yeah. His name is Johnny Martelli.

- You know him? - Voight knows him from the Social Club.

We're looking for a 9 millimeter.

All right. Let's find that gun.

Jeez, man. You going out of your mind?

First you and Lindsay break up. Now this?

I wouldn't want to be here.

I didn't know we had a choice.

Let's get all the evidence we can. We don't know what happened here.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Tech!

You came home to find Johnny Martelli

dying in your bed, and you don't call 911?

- You call your daughter? - She's the police.

She's not an ambulance.

Meantime, he's bleeding out.

Why don't you tell us who Johnny is to you.

Is he your new boyfriend?

Johnny... we go way back. Grade school.

I mean, nothing happened... you know.

But then something happened, and...

anyway, there's... he's not who people say he is.

A three-time convicted felon

charged with multiple armed robberies?

Well, he never brought that around me.

He was fun.

I thought he was the one.

The one what? Hmm?

I mean, you haven't asked how he's doing.

Well... how's he doing?

He's been shot in the chest!

What I want to know is how does this fit

into the scam that you're running on Erin?

- What scam? - You tell me.

You came around last week. She's worried.

She's talking about you saying you're leaving town.

What's going on?

Hank, can we speak alone?

There is no scam.

He still has feelings for my daughter, I think,

and that's why he's taking it out on...

he's taking it out on me.

Thank you.

Bunny, look at me.

Did you do it?

Shoot Johnny?

No. No. Never in a million years.

We found this in your apartment behind the stove.

That's his gun. I didn't know it was there.

I told him I hate guns. I detest them.

Bunny, I've known Johnny as long as you.

I mean, I figure you got the inside track

with you two shacking up.

So, why don't you tell me right now: what was he into, hmm?

Who would've gone looking for him at your place and done this?

I don't know.

He was good to me, Hank.

I would tell you if I knew.

Okay. Let's get real specific about this morning.

Where were you? Who saw you there?

Why are you wasting your time

when you could be out there finding who shot Johnny?

He's out there. You need to find him.

Hold your roll, Detective.

- You know about this? - Yeah.

Your mother's world record streak of bad luck

and crap timing is still going strong.

But you don't want to go up there.

I just want to help, okay?

I'm not looking to cover for Bunny.

Okay, not only shouldn't you go up there, you can't.

Per Chief Lugo, you can't palm in.

If you want to disobey, it's me chaperoning,

and frankly I don't need the cardio.

Erin, go home. Get your head straight.

It's my mother.

Mom, what happened?

They think I shot Johnny is what happened.

All right, Bunny, you're free to go.

Stay close. Keep your phone on, please.

- Where were you? - Don't make him say it twice.

Jay, why don't you walk her down,

then stop by Med, see if you can get a statement

out of Martelli.

You're letting her go?

No weapon. Alibi checks out.

GSR came back negative.

That doesn't mean she's not involved.

Do you want me to lock your mom up?

I don't want her to get away with anything anymore.

Erin, you can't be here.

Till the board rules, the bosses are looking at all of us.

Just go home. Be smart.

It's surgery. They're pulling bullets out of the guy.

It takes a minute.

I know. It's just, um,

there's a lot riding on this for Erin.

Is she freaking out?

I don't know. We didn't speak, really.

I mean, we couldn't. It's so messed up.

Jay, sorry, gunshot victim didn't make it.

Lost too much blood before we could stabilize him.

I'm gonna notify his sister unless you'd rather do it.

It's a homicide now, so I need the time he was pronounced.

I'll get the records.

- Thanks, Choi. - Yeah, man.

I want you to give me the key to Mom's safety deposit box.

I'm gonna ask Erin to marry me.

She's all I think about, and she has been there for me

every step of the way.

Why now?

You two aren't even together. Are you?

No, we're not. But she's in real trouble right now,

and I want to be there for her.

I blew it once, but I'm ready.

Jay, this girl does not want to be saved.

Okay, what you should be doing is putting some distance there.

Two white male teens, both found unconscious.

Girl who called said it was oxy.

We administered Narcan, pulled one out,

but her friend's nonresponsive.

- Bridgeport? - Yeah. St. Joe's Prep.

Two Bridgeport ODs yesterday, same deal.

Kids thought they were taking 10 milligrams.

Turned out to be 80.

Well, there's more coming.

Last count was these two plus nine.

Go do your thing.

Go.

Johnny Martelli. 52 years old, healthy,

until this morning.

These bruises on his body... how recent?

Fresh. 24 hours or less.

So, crime of passion.