Chicago P.D.

So Imagine This Neighborhood

is restored to glory, dawg.

Imagine this block right here.

Masks are just a bad memory. Imagine the crowds,

the dope restaurants, the powerful bars

I'm imagining the rats too.

Imagine not interrupting me.

And imagine the cash flow in your pocket.

Ah, Kev, what? Because I'm the bartender?

No, 'cause you own the building, Ruz, damn.

I got an "in," okay?

A couple smart as hell business guys, they owe me a favor.

They said as soon as the zone clears,

- we can turn this thing around. - I don't know, buddy.

I think we're gonna be dead and buried

by the time this neighborhood comes up.

Come on, bro. Think about the West Loop.

I mean, we'd be rolling in cash right now

if we would've thought about the West Loop.

I just know what this place used to be, dawg,

and I feel like we could bring it back.

I feel like I'm wondering about the beer

that you promised me. What's happening here?

I feel a little hoodwinked. I want my beer, man.

Come on, bro. I got you.

Units on the Citywide.

We're getting multiple calls of shots fired.

34th and Wilson. Caller states

the shots are coming from inside a hardware store.

5021 David. Squad, repeat that address.

34th and Wilson. Southeast corner.

5021 David. Squad, we're five blocks away.

- What? You know the place? - No, the owner.

Copy that. We'll show you en route.

Ma'am, can you move on down the way, please?

You ready?

Mr. Roy!

Chicago PD. Anybody in here?

Mr. Roy...

Squad, roll an ambo. We got one down.

GSW to the chest. Male. 60s.

It's okay. It's okay. I got you.

Hey.

I can't leave him. Go. Go.

Don't go anywhere, Mr. Roy. I got you.

I got you. Just hold on, OG.

All right? Or Mama Claire will kill us both.

Come on, Mr. Roy.

Come on. Look at me. Look at me.

Look at me.

- Ruz, you good? - Yeah.

5021 Ida, shots fired at the police.

Offender's fleeing out the back door.

- Black jacket, blue jeans. - Copy that.

Backup en route.

Stop! Police!

Police! Freeze!

You knew him?

You know, Englewood was my first beat.

Me and Mr. Roy hit it off from the jump.

He was real good people, Sarge.

He cared about his family, the community.

Okay.

All right, what are we thinking?

- Armed robbery? - The register was cleared out,

but his wallet was still on him.

The M.E. said there was fresh contusions

and abrasion on Roy's face.

He was beaten and shot at close range.

Oh, yeah. This was personal.

All right, what do we know about the offender?

I didn't get a good look at all.

5'10". 170.

Masked up. Ruzek said he was fast as hell.

Surveillance?

No security cameras inside, Sarge.

I told him to put those things in years ago.

He didn't like the message they sent.

Well, let's get him the justice he deserves.

Okay, check PODs, talk to witnesses.

- Hit the streets hard. - No! No! No!

- No! No! - All right, let's go.

Mr. Roy's wife. I'ma talk to her.

Yeah. Okay.

- Kev! Kevin, is my Roy... - Ms. Claire.

Sergeant?

I heard about the murder. Any leads?

Chasing a few. Nothing to report yet.

You're kind of far from the Tower.

I gather this isn't a random inspection.

It's not.

I want to talk about Andre Cooper.

You know, the young man whose partner shot and killed...

Yeah, I know who he is.

The kid's having a rough time.

Black cops are shunning him for not doing more.

The white cops are calling him out

- for not backing up his partner. - Hmm.

Cooper was the valedictorian of his academy class.

I don't want his career to end before it starts.

Yeah. I get that.

Just don't know what you want me to do here.

Bring him into Intelligence.

I would think of it as a personal favor, Hank.

My team's handpicked by me.

You realize I could just assign him to Intelligence,

- right? - I do.

But you didn't.

Well, he's sitting in my SUV right now.

Least you could do is introduce yourself.

Look, I don't know what the deputy super told you,

but Intelligence is pretty unique.

I mean, there's only six or seven cops in the whole unit.

There's just not a lot of open positions.

Can I be blunt, sir?

This wasn't my idea.

She told me to jump in the car and take a ride.

So if she put you in a awkward position,

I apologize.

And as much as it would be an honor

to work in Intelligence,

I don't want any special favors.

What do you want?

To be in the game.

In the middle of it.

If you want to make a difference, do some good,

you gotta be on the streets,

in the community, talking to people.

It was nice talking to you, Andre.

For what it's worth, Sergeant,

I checked that pizza joint across the street.

- Okay. - Saw a guy duck back in

when he saw patrol coming.

Place went from open to closed real quick.

What did he look like?

Black. 40s.

6'5". Slender build.

Had on blue jeans, brown steel-toe boots,

a vintage Bulls Jordan jacket.

Vintage?

- The red leather sleeves. - They don't make those anymore.

Appreciate the heads-up.

Yes, sir.

- Witness? - No.

Grown man bitching about parking restrictions.

Listen, I want you to grab Kevin.

Check out that pizza joint on the corner.

I think the owner might know something.

All right.

Sorry, we're closed.

I'm not here for the pie, Bob.

I want to talk to you about the homicide across the street.

It's a damn shame about Roy.

What a world.

- You catch the guy? - No, sir, not yet.

That's exactly why we're here.

Did you see anything suspicious before or after the gunshots?

No, I was in the back.

We noticed gang tags on your doors.

That a problem for you? They've been harassing you?

- They're good customers. - Really?

Because three months ago, you filed a police report that

said two gangbangers roughed up one of your employees

and smashed out windows.

That was just... just a misunderstanding.

Bob, Mr. Roy was a good friend to me,

so if you know anything, you need to tell me now

because I'm not going to sleep until I find his killer.

I can't help you. I'm sorry.

I ain't no hero, brother.

I got a wife and two little kids.

You think of anything, call me.

My CI told me that Quincy Barrett

runs that neighborhood. He's got a strong sheet.

Distro, agg assault, armed robbery, intimidation.

- Whose flag does he fly? - Nobody's.

He's a lone wolf. From what I understand,

he recruits unaffiliated kids to deal dope

and shake down good business owners for protection money.

- All right. Anybody talking? - No one so far.

But it's pretty clear that pizza guy is getting harassed

or saw something.

He just doesn't want to get involved.

Well, we also know Roy was getting harassed.

OCD Lab dumped his phone,

and he's been getting threatening text messages

for about a month from a burner.

These are the most recent.

Two weeks ago, "Tick tock, old man."

Last week, "Time to pay."

And yesterday, "My gun's untucked."

All the messages are coming within the vicinity

of the hardware store.

And after Roy's murder, the phone was turned off.

Sounds like Roy didn't want to play the game,

so Quincy decided to make an example out of him,

send a message.

All right, so what else we got?

During our canvass, a witness told us

that they saw a beige SUV patrolling the block