Chicago P.D.

I stand by my original statement.

Officer Doyle had no probable cause.

Atwater snitched on the police.

Every time I see a cop, I get nervous.

He's gotta pay the price.

Blue Wall is a tricky thing.

- Step out of the vehicle. - Look, I'm police.

Is this really what you want to do?

Black man?

It's gotta stop now before someone gets hurt.

You... you kidding me? You know it's 6:00 a.m.?

Yeah, I got work in the field.

What even is all this?

A new security system.

Cameras on every door,

sensors all over the house.

Right. What?

Maybe the beatdown was the end of it?

- Or the beginning. - Look, bro, come on.

Maybe the white cops will finally realize

that they're the racist pricks

on the wrong end of a revolution.

Revolutions ain't ever that fast, Jordan.

I'm not gonna be driving my car so much.

What else do you think they're gonna do to your car?

If anybody's here that shouldn't be, you let me know.

Clean this up, all right?

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You good, Kev?

Yeah...

- I think they locked me out. - Meaning?

The system's not letting me in.

My radio doesn't work.

I don't have any access.

What happened?

They jumped me.

Did you see their faces?

Their faces were covered. There were no cameras.

They didn't say a word. They were smart.

- Okay, let me find them... - You can't go to IAD.

I'm guessing they've already got a open case on me.

Nolan has men inside, so we can't trust that.

And I have absolutely nothing on them still.

Which is why I'd go elsewhere.

I appreciate that,

but this is what we knew was coming.

Kev, there are ways...

Sarge, we already talked about this.

And I already talked to the team.

I can handle them. I'm good.

Okay.

Well, come on. We caught a case.

Sergeant Voight.

911 call came in about eight minutes ago.

- What was the call? - Injured female.

A male caller reporting his friend hurt.

Patrol arrived, entered, found a deceased female.

- Okay. - Male caller inside with her.

Sir, the male inside is Billy Braddem.

- As in Alderman Braddem? - It's his son.

- The ex-cop, right? - Yup.

- Talk to me. - She was already stiff.

Died hours ago. Probably around 2:00 a.m.

Kid won't move. He's high out of his mind.

You want us to help her, you need to let her go.

- Found them like this? - Yeah.

- Listen to me... - Hey, hey.

- Or I'll have to remove you. - I got it, we got it.

- Kev. - She needs help.

I can hear her breathing.

Hey. Billy, I'm Kev. Can you look at me?

She's breathing.

I can hear her too. I can hear her.

I'm gonna step closer so I can hear her better,

but I need you to let her go.

Here. Set the knife down.

We wanna help her.

So just put the knife down.

You gotta work with us.

Billy, listen to me. Just like that.

Uh-huh, there you go. There you go.

Yeah, we're good.

All right? We just wanna help her.

- We're gonna help her. - I love her, I love...

Come on, okay, okay.

Please help her, please.

There you go.

Yeah.

The victim's IDed as Isla Sherman,

18 years of age.

She's got a few priors for drug possession as a juvie,

but other than that, I mean, she's a bit of a ghost.

It looks like she was an addict.

No LKAs in years other than the place that she died.

- You locate the family? - Yeah.

I tracked her mom down to Arizona.

She was surprised Isla was still alive actually.

Written her off as dead a long time ago.

- Won't be claiming the body. - And what about Billy?

Oh, with him, I had to do some digging.

Alderman Braddem never mentions Billy in his stump speeches.

Kid's never one of the sons

standing behind him at the podium.

He's got no public traces.

I did find him logged as a patient

at more than a dozen rehabs, though.

Yeah, his school records are a mess.

I mean, this kid's been in and out of a different school

every year since he was 14.

Huh, so we think Braddem kicked him out of the house?

Yeah, I mean, that would be my guess.

I can't figure out his relationship to Isla, though.

Friends, boyfriend, maybe they just use together?

- I'm scouring social media... - Hey.

She's been waiting for you for over an hour.

We're halfway to that being her permanent office,

so could you, please?

Yeah, I'm back.

Deputy.

Have you got any baking soda in your office?

I don't.

- One of those stain pens? - Sorry.

That's a shame.

I read your crime scene report...

You wanna know if I know the Alderman?

I'm just guessing where this is headed.

The answer's no, I've never met Alderman Braddem.

Okay, because this is one of those instances

where CPD must enact equality in law enforcement.

Sure.

Meaning absolutely zero Blue Wall

or preferential treatment for an Alderman's son.

Yeah, lucky I never met the man.

- I won't be protecting his son. - Okay, great.

And I'm still gonna ask you to press murder charges ASAP.

You know, questioning an offender who's not coherent...

Is better than affording an offender an extra 12 hours

before questioning.

- To get sober. - Or to rehearse.

- Mm. - Look.

We're gonna treat his kid like any other offender.

You take his blood, you document his tox,

question him, and charge.

ASAP.

You know, we don't have to go 12 rounds every time.

I'm gonna give you an order. That's my job.

But we can be nice.

Can you see this?

I can.

Is it see-through?

It is.

Okay. Deputy Miller.

Hmm.

Hey, Billy.

Billy, look at me.

Look at me.

I'm Sergeant Hank Voight with the CPD.

Hey, Billy.

Do you remember me? We were just downstairs.

We just talked.

Boy, this kid's got no short-term memory whatsoever.

I don't even think he knows where he is.

Billy, do you know why you're here?

- Isla? - Mm-hmm.

- Where is she? - She's dead.

Can you tell us what happened to her?

Hey, Billy.

Billy!

The way we found you with the knife,

this is a bad situation, do you understand?

- Do you think I killed her? - I do.

All right, this death looks like

what we call a crime of passion, Billy.

Like a fight broke out, something went wrong,

a knife was grabbed from the kitchen.

I didn't kill her. The... the man killed her.

Okay, the man. What man?

The man in the apartment. He killed her.

- Who was he? - I don't know.

Can you describe what he looked like?

He was white.

He was in his 40s. He... had green eyes.

He was wearing a suit. White shirt.

Blue tie with red stripes on it.

He had this voice like...

It was really light.

And like he was telling a story.

Like he knew what he wanted to say, and...

You ever seen this man before?

Can I see Isla?

She's dead, Billy.

I just wanna see her again.

Please, just...

tell me where you put her.

You ever hear a suspect description that detailed?

No. Maybe it's the high talking.

- Mm-hmm. - That detailed?

Or telling his own story.

I just feel like you gotta be some amount of "here"