Chicago P.D.

You work right next to one of the worst men in Chicago.

You want us to voucher for you?

No, I'll take care of it.

I'm not a rat, man.

The second your sister got popped for that DUI,

we tried to make it all go away.

You could go to jail over this.

What do you want?

Your eyes, your ears.

I gotta go meet a CI.

I could use a backup.

Who are we meeting now?

No use looking at me, kid.

Go.

You're gonna go one way or the other.

- Sarge, I, uh... - Stop.

You don't get to play this one.

I swear to you, I didn't have a...

Have a what?

A choice? Hmm?

- It was my family. - Uh-huh.

My kid sister. They were gonna take her son.

I know what he's got on you.

There's nothing I can do about that.

- What did you give Woods? - Nothing.

I swear to you.

I tried to give him a BS video of Halstead in a fight.

He didn't bite. He wanted more.

So the money at the crime scene... the 20K... that was him.

It was me.

But I didn't give him the tape.

The way I see it, you got two choices.

Serve me up to Woods,

or you can help me take him out.

Sarge, I am with you.

I've always been with you.

Is that it? Are we good?

I didn't say that.

That is not true.

Okay, that's not who she is. That guy just really liked her.

He gave her $500, like,

ten minutes after having sex with her.

That's called "prostitution."

He told her to go get a dress.

They were going out that night. It's called being generous.

Ryan, please, would you say something?

I'm not going anywhere near that one.

That means he agrees with me.

No, that means he's under your spell.

- I should get going. - Come on, stay.

It's like 2:30 in the morning.

I gotta be up early.

Let me show you something.

Is that... Wait, is that coke?

I'm sorry, it's on my gums.

- I really gotta go. - Mm, fine.

It's just, things are always better when you're here,

with me.

That was so funny.

- Oh, sorry. - No worries.

Yo, Camila, where you been hiding?

- I'm really going this time. - I'm coming with you.

- Let me just say bye to everyone. - All right, I'll meet you outside.

Okay.

I've been looking for you for, like, an hour.

Camila, it's me, I'm outside. Let's go.

Hey, man, you all right?

- I didn't hit her, I swerved. - What?

She was crawling across the street.

Call 911. Call 911!

Gunshots... What?

Damn it.

It's okay, it's okay. It's okay.

You're all right. Who did this?

All right, just hang in there. Hang in there.

Help's on the way.

You're okay. You're okay.

You're not alone. You're not alone.

Ryan. Ryan! What happened?

I don't know. I don't know.

You gotta go. You can't be here.

- What can I do? - No, you're high.

And the cops are about to be all over this place.

Just get out of here. Go!

Voight, it's me... I need help.

Hey. What's going on?

Female victim. Two GSWs.

No, Jay. What's going on, meaning,

what the hell are you doing here?

All right, so I was here, working a CI.

What CI?

Camila Vega, from the Veil Club.

The girl from the kidnapping case?

Luis' sister?

News to me.

She on paper?

No.

Was the victim at the party?

- Yeah, I believe so. - You believe so.

You've been drinking. Anything else?

Just drinking.

Okay, go back to the office. Don't talk to anyone.

Write up your IPR.

Okay, work the body. I'll talk to homicide.

Copy.

What do we got?

Two GSWs. First shot, center mass.

Second, lodged in her spine.

Find a purse, ID?

Nothing. Okay.

Huh.

Well, if this was a robbery, they didn't do a very good job.

You write up that IPR?

Mm-hmm

Okay.

I was working her as an unwitting.

She works at Veil.

A lot of drugs move through that place.

She told me about the party. I saw an opportunity.

But you're absolutely right.

I should've put her on paper first.

Uh, I screwed up.

Are you sleeping with this girl?

No.

Okay.

Document it. Start working the case.

You're already working the girl.

May as well stay under.

Figure out who killed this young woman, right?

- All right. - Mm-hmm.

Hey, I was just trying to call you.

You good? You need another?

No, I'm leaving.

Cool. Uh, this is Ryan.

Ryan, this is Wallace.

- See you later on tonight? - Maybe. I'll be in touch.

He used to work here.

So, what the hell happened?

The cops took me down to the station.

They started drilling me with questions, like,

did I see anything?

Did I know the girl that got killed?

Really, she's dead?

Did you know her name?

Maggie.

Don't know her last name.

She was at the party, right?

Did you see who she left with?

Look, they were asking me if I saw...

- Ryan, I didn't... - Anything suspicious.

I didn't watch her leave, okay? I...

All right, I'm sorry.

I can't believe she's dead.

I've never seen anybody get shot before.

You okay?

It's always better when you're here.

Really? No traces of anything?

No, tox was clean.

No drugs or alcohol in her system.

So our junkie that died at a West Humboldt party

died completely sober.

What about sexual assault? No signs of that?

No, no tearing. No body fluids.

No trace of anyone else's DNA.

But UV light did pick up this.

"Echo."

I talked to the bouncer from Club Echo.

He says Maggie comes in all the time.

He remembers because he's always yelling at her.

Girl's a hundred pounds.

Walks to the dank-ass club

through the filthy-ass hood solo.

These are his words.

Uh, I couldn't get her leaving, but I did get her arriving.

It's a little weird.

This is her walking up to the club.

Tracked her backwards from there,

to where she got out of the cab.

Now the cabby says she got on the Wilson red line.

There's an 'L' stop a block away from Echo.

Why get off early and take a cab?

Yeah, the 'L' camera shows she got on at the Jackson stop.

She had to walk a mile to get to Jackson.

It's like she didn't want someone knowing

where she was going.

So I used the, uh, traffic PODS,

followed her backwards from the Jackson stop.

Looks like her night started right here.

This is an apartment building on Wells Street.

Thank you, sir. We'll take it from here.

Does this look like the apartment of a junkie?