Chicago P.D.

That's definitely our baby.

- We're not meant to be together.

But we're meant to be a family.

- Darius, it's time to start working for the police.

- I get it. I'm a snitch.

- I got something good, girl. Your new CI, Darius--

10-1, 10-1. Shots fired at the police.

We're still going to use him

even though he might have just offed a CI?

- We got to keep him in play. He's valuable.

He was my guy.

I put him out there.

- I'm sure his death is the cost of the game,

but you're the one who has to carry.

How do I do that?

Pregnant and undercover.

It's a good name for a reality show.

Ha.

Yeah, I'm not gonna lie to you, man,

this whole thing makes me nervous, but she loves the job.

She wants to get as much time out here as she can

before she's got to go on light duty,

so here we are.

- It's badass, no doubt. - Thanks, man.

Yeah, can you imagine the stories we'll tell this kid?

- Ross, fill us in. - All right.

Our target is the DTO we've been jamming on.

Finally getting a chance to buy up.

I'm fronting as an in-between for a big player.

I mean, today is step one, a test ride, quarter brick of H.

I take it to my boss, make sure he likes the product,

we do a major sale next week.

At least that's what my guy thinks.

Instead, we take down my guy today, flip him.

- Great, we'll have eyes on you inside and out.

I'll be up top, Kev and Kim will be right there with you.

Adam and Jay will take your guy down

as soon as he hits the street.

- Dibs. - All you, dawg.

- All right. Okay, it's show time.

- So what's the takedown signal?

Raspberry.

- Cute. - Let's roll.

I like that.

- Thank you. - Next?

Here we go.

- Hi, you. - How are you doing?

Good to see you. - Good to see you.

So, um...

What?

- What do you think about having dinner next week?

- Well, I'm a big eater. Fair warning.

Raspberry.

Let's go.

- South side. Leather jacket, jeans.

No, do not approach.

- What's the story here, Hailey?

- He's coming right at me. What's the play?

I repeat, do not engage.

Yo, what the hell was that?

It took me weeks to get in there, we had a plan.

- Yeah, we didn't plan for one thing.

Your dope dealer? He's a cop.

- Damn. - Yeah.

What happened?

My dealer.

One of us.

- Kelly Tyler. PO.

Assigned to Area South Mission Team, TAC.

- 11-year veteran. Nothing but standard beefs.

- And we're sure it's him? - Yeah.

We went to the Academy together.

He might've asked me out on a date.

I might've said no.

- Well, maybe he was just doing what we're doing.

Got our wires crossed.

Could've been detailed to DA, Customs--

- We deconflicted before we got here.

And now we were going through the list of all the agencies,

checked A and A records.

- There's nothing that suggests he's here

in any official capacity.

You're saying he's dirty?

- We're saying what we know to be true.

We have no reason to believe Kelly Tyler

was here working today.

He was selling heroin.

Okay.

Tell me something I don't know.

- Well, we scrubbed Tyler's personal financials.

Dude lives well.

- "Well." He lives in Portage Park.

- With the rest of the cops. - Sure.

And then a couple of years ago, he bought this in cash.

Door County. Lakefront property.

He also rents a storage unit.

- Which is the corporate address of a cash-only LLC

that does absolutely nothing.

- And it's run by a shell corporation, which somehow

was founded by his mother. Three years after she died.

- All right, the way we left things at the bus depot,

Tyler thought we had a successful exchange, right?

Got a good thing going.

- Well, I texted him, you know, just to keep the vibe alive.

Told him my boss enjoyed the product,

we're ready to do this.

Dude left me on read. Just ghosted me.

- He's spooked. He's a pro.

- 'Cause he's a cop. - Yeah, a veteran cop.

So he's gonna think like us and move like us.

We exercise extreme precaution.

But I want a sneak and peek on that storage unit.

Off the books. Invisible.

So no fingerprints, real or digital.

All clear.

We're set up at the south.

Almost there.

Come on, man. Let's go.

Yo.

Tyler must be using this like some kind of stash house.

Damn.

I know he's a TAC guy and they gotta bend the rules

here and there, but that's a hell of a lot of product.

- You got company. Copy?

Tyler is here. - Yeah, copy.

We gotta go. - Yeah.

What are you doing?

- He's right on top of you. Get out now.

- Jay, I can hear the elevator, man.

- Yeah, all right. Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go.

Go.

All right, let's move.

- I hate to say it. I hate to do it.

But we're there. Roll him up.

- Hey, Sarge. We can't move just yet.

I think there's another cop involved.

Shut the door.

- So remember about a year ago? We did a drug case

where we seized six half-bricks of H over in Lawndale?

- The guy with the fake bread truck.

- So after he pleaded out, I put in the destroy order

for the dope down at the South Side Drug Vault.

I did the paperwork with ERPS and Forensics--

- Yes, incinerated in the big burn, dope's gone.

Except it wasn't.

I found some of it last night in Tyler's storage unit.

So I went down to the Review Officer,

and I pull up stuff from the old case.

It's the same dope. This is like a baseball thing.

The guy was using it as a signature,

putting it on his packages like a company logo.

Look at this.

That's your writing.

- Who signed the order said the dope was destroyed?

Sergeant Jake Gibbs.

Apparently he's worked in the drug vault

for, like, a thousand years.

But guess who took a turn in the vault when he was a rookie?

Kelly Tyler.

- If Tyler's dirty and he's got someone inside the drug vault--

- Yeah, it's like a buffet. It's free dope.

- If this is what it seems, it's a whole new thing.

I got to loop in Crawford.

And we can't move on anybody

till we know exactly how deep this thing really goes.

So just widen the net. Gibbs, Tyler,

and whoever the hell else comes our way.

- Trackers? - Do it.

Both of their personal vehicles.

Here we go.

That's Jake Gibbs, the guy from the drug vault.

Well, there it is.

Confirmation they're working together.

- Yeah. - Guys, we got a bogey.

Unknown third vehicle headed your way.

It's a silver SUV.

That's Darius Walker.

Holy crap.

You got that right.

- You planning on telling me you're in business with cops?

What?

You think I'm stupid?

- Hold up, wait a minute. What do you expect from me?

You think I'm gonna volunteer to a cop

who's got a fat prison term hanging over my head?

That there are dirty cops out there selling me dope?

- How long have you been in business with them?

Maybe four years.

They're good suppliers. Reliable.

I mean, they should be.

They got everything right at their fingertips.

They're just-- they're just the help.

Bag men. All right, man.

Don't get me wrong, they're dirty as hell,

but they got a boss, somebody big.

Bigger than you. - Who is it?

- I don't know. - Who is it?

I don't know!

It's part of our deal,