- Samantha Beck and her father Richard
are manufacturing and running mass amounts of meth.
- I could go under.
- Richard is a white supremacist.
- And he's feeding it to his grandchild.
- My buyer's got more product coming.
- Don't you get paid in cash?
- With my dad, it's not always in cash.
- What is it? - Supplies for the end.
- I was just too scared...
Too numb.
It's not that I didn't feel the same way that he did.
I did. I always have.
Hey.
- Good morning.
- Some night.
Yeah. Yeah.
Hey, I, uh...
I don't want this to just be...
You know.
- Me neither.
- Feels different.
No, no, leave it.
- It's your undercover phone...
- No, go ahead, leave it.
Kim, I don't wanna... no.
Samantha Beck.
Callum wants to show me his new "Magic: the Gathering" card.
I had a month undercover, and this is as close
as I am to busting Richard Beck.
I'm at "Magic" cards.
- Mm, it's just gonna take time, Adam.
- The man never gets close to the drugs.
- Oh, Samantha will give you more
closer you get to her and her family.
She will. - I don't know. I don't know.
She doesn't talk to me anymore
about whatever the end is, about the supplies they gather.
Hasn't talked to me about whatever it is
her dad's planning, and I don't even know
if she really knows.
- Hey, it will come.
We'll get there together.
Just need a moment.
One moment.
It'll come.
- You are making this hard.
I'll be back as soon as I can.
- All good. Do your thing.
- Where are you going?
- I'm gonna work, bumblebee.
- But it's the weekend.
- Yeah, well, I mean, unfortunately bad guys,
they don't take the day off.
Aww.
See you later.
- Okay, Dad.
- Morning. - Hey.
- Hi.
Just robbed the doughnut shop, so let's dig in
before the cops get here.
- Adam. - Hey, man.
- Look, I got a super rare Echo Fighter card.
- Well, look at you.
- You know what they say.
Only the best kids get the good cards.
Thanks. - You're welcome.
Come on, kid.
Come on.
Come on. Hup!
We're going again. You ready? - Yeah!
Nicely done, buddy.
- Nice job, Callum.
- I can't sleep.
- Again?
Why am I getting the feeling that this is
becoming a new round two bedtime routine kind of thing?
Come on. Let's go.
- Hey, can you help me with this?
- You can't sleep, bud?
- No. The slide stock's jammed.
- Slide stock?
- Yeah.
- Who taught you that word?
- My grandpa.
He let me shoot his rifle at the mill once.
Last summer.
- All right, well, this is a toy,
so no slide stock.
Looks like your ammo is a piece of candy, so.
- Callum, you gotta get back to bed, okay?
Read if you have to, but you better be in bed.
- What's up?
- It's another Dale problem.
My dad wants me to go to his house and help his sorry ass.
- Why does he keep that guy around?
- He's known him since he was a kid.
It's like the son my dad never had.
- What'd he do now?
- I don't know. It sounds serious.
Where am I gonna find a sitter?
- Why don't you let me handle it?
I know Dale.
We been loading trucks together.
He knows me. You stay with Callum.
Give me a chance to prove to your dad
that I'm actually worth something.
Let me take it.
- Okay.
Hey, Dale.
Yo, you here?
It's Adam. Sam sent me.
- Oh, they sent the new guy?
Jesus. I got this. You didn't have to come.
I don't need a damn babysitter watching me.
- What's that smell? Is that bleach?
- Yes, man. That's bleach.
- Smell the bleach. - Take a whiff.
Go back and report to Sammy and Richard that I'm good.
- Nah, I'm just doing what I'm told.
You know how it is. What is all this?
- You know what?
Road trip, new guy.
Come on, let's go.
Shut the door.
Taste that new batch of Tina?
- Haven't gotten near the product.
- It's like drinking a keg of Red Bull, man.
I've been up for, like, 48 hours.
You ever wonder what happens if you, like, never sleep?
I heard you hallucinate and, like, see bats and stuff.
- How'd you get those cuts on your hand?
- Just got in a little scrap, that's all.
- Little scrap. - Yeah.
What are we doing, Dale?
- Whoo!
Nothing like a fire in the winter, huh?
See, clothes, shoes, even threw my damn underwear
in there, all right?
It's like it never happened.
Never happened.
- Dale's not gonna talk to me.
He wouldn't say a word to me the entire drive back.
But I'm telling you, that man, he did something.
It was something bad.
There was a hell of a lot of blood on those clothes.
- Forensics came up empty on the fire.
No blood, no DNA.
- No homicides or assaults with a cutting instrument
reported last night.
- And no one showed up at any of the hospitals
with lacerations.
- Dale's phone been off for about 48 hours,
so it's gonna be hard as hell to track him down that way.
- I think we ought to bring them in.
- If we bring him in, you'll be made.
The case will be blown.
- This man, he did something.
He committed a crime.
- All right, so find out what the crime was first,
then bring him in without getting burned.
Why don't you go ahead start with his car?
If he was driving it last night,
might be blood or forensics in it.
- If we seize his car on the books,
we're in the same problem. Ruze's cover is blown.
- So get creative.
Secure the warrant. Just don't serve it.
- Richard, I don't need someone following me around
doing things that I've been
doing for you for how many years.
How many years I been doing this?
No one's gonna find out a goddamn thing!
- What's up, man? - Hey.
- You all right?
- I'm all right. I'm always all right.
Come on in.
- Thanks.
Richard, how you doing, sir?
- Fine.
Just fine.
- Damn.
What's up with the boss?
- I don't know. Hates Mondays, I guess.
What are you doing here?
- Ah, checking on you.
Thought you could use a drink.
You know last night, I was just following orders.
You know what I mean?
- It's all good.
I could definitely use a drink.
- All right, hell yeah.
Let's go. I'll drive.
- How long you gonna be?
All right.
You've done this before.
- Sin comentarios.
- Let's go.
Techs did a deep dive on the Firebird,
and Dale got the carpets professionally cleaned, like,
recently... damn near three hours before we got there.
- Yeah, they found pebbles of fresh cold patch asphalt
in the wheel wells. - Okay.
You check with Streets and Sanitation?
- Yes, sir.
25 crews out there every day filling potholes,
and we've got a list of 100 trees, approximately,
but at least it narrows somewhat.
- CPIC reached out to me.
Sent over this video.
Traffic cam caught Dale's Firebird
going fast down a side street
three blocks from Ashland on the Near West Side.
- What's the name of that side street?
- It looks like North Troy.
- Yeah, North Troy was repaved yesterday.
- Okay, so 9:51, two hours later, Dale's calling for help.
So what's on that street?
- Not much, bunch of old houses,
Chinese restaurant, laundromat.
- Okay, so search every inch of North Troy.
Come on, boots on the ground. Let's go.
- Mm-hmm.
- All right, thanks, Kim.
Laundromat's clear.
Nothing on the rest of the block.
- Okay.
- Yo, this place should be open.
- Torres, side door.
Chicago PD, anybody in here?
Bodies.
- 5-0-21 Ocean.
- Go ahead, Ocean.
- Yeah, we got two DOAs.
202 North Troy.
Roll the crime lab.
Have Patrol shut down the block and secure the perimeter.
- Copy, Ocean. Crime lab and units en route.
- Chan and Myeong Rae, the owners.
Ran this place for 17 years.
Second generation immigrants just trying to live the dream.
Cash register wasn't even touched,
so it couldn't have been a robbery.
They were targeted.
- And what the hell am I looking at?
- Why they were targeted.
"Neuer tag" is German for new day.
It was a Nazi rallying cry.
We got a hate crime.
- All right, what else?
- TOD was around 9:30 last night.
Each of the victims got at least 20 sharp force injuries.
Deep cuts. - Rage kill.
- Yeah.
- All right, grab the team, canvass the block,
check PODs, find me a witness.
We are gonna use this.
We are gonna make this case on bail for these murders
and then flip them for Richard.
I want both of them.
All right, let's go.
- Okay.
You sure? Yeah, all right. Thanks.
So Sarge, tech said they did not find
Dale's DNA at the restaurant.
- We know he was driving five blocks away.
We could bring him, squeeze him, lie about the blood.
- No, we need more.
- I might have it.
Security from a tire shop behind the restaurant
caught something.
This is 9:41 last night.
- All right, too short. That sure as hell ain't Dale.
- Wait, rewind it.
Go back to the car.
Can anyone make out that plate?
- Okay, Illinois tags for sure.
FLN... FLN8-something?
- I don't know.
Oh, wait, back it up.
That guy right there, you see?
He's wearing an apron or something.
He could be a busboy.
- Yeah, Kev, I think you're right.
- I got a 2016 Kia.
The plates are FLN822C.
The car comes back to a Ken Mao.
Got W-2s for the last two years at Rae's Restaurant.
No sheet, the timing's right. I think we got a witness.
- All right, Kim, you and Hailey get him in here.
- All right, be safe.
- Chicago PD, Ken Mao, are you in there?
Excuse me.
I'm Detective Upton.
This is Officer Burgess.
We're looking for your neighbor.
Have you seen him?
- I saw him come home last night.
He... he was crying real bad.
Do you think something bad happened to him?
Ken.
- We don't know, ma'am. Thank you for your time.
- Ken.
- Clear.
- Ken, are you in there? - Get out!
I've got a gun!
- Ken, we're police, okay?
I know that you're scared, but we just wanna talk
to you about last night.
- Ken, I'm gonna slide my ID to you, all right?
- I'm opening the door now, okay?
Get your finger off the trigger.
Ken, listen to me, get your finger off the trigger.
Put your gun down.
- Ken, look at me.
Look at my badge.
Okay? Look at my badge.
We're police. We are who we say we are.
You gotta put the gun down now.
Put the gun down now!
- Sorry. Sorry.
Did you get the man?
I was washing dishes,
and I caught a glimpse of this big, masked guy
running into the back office.
Had a knife and I just...
I froze.
He was yelling at them, something about how
they ruined the block.
Said he used to live around there.
Then I...
I heard, uh, stabs, screaming,
and I went to grab my...
My phone to call 911.
But I couldn't... I couldn't find it.
I panicked and...
- It's okay.
- No.
I just curled up in a ball.
I should have done more.
I thought he might have seen me, so I just...
Ran home, and then I hid.
- Did you, uh, see anything specific about him?
- No.
But I remember the knife.
It was big... maybe 6 inches, a green handle.
- That's good. That's a good detail.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Good.
- The Raes, they, um...
they treated me like a son, and...
And someone just slaughters them.
- I'll get the papers started.
- Ava's mom.
The girls are done with dinner.
I gotta go get Mack from Ferrera's.
- Listen, let me go get her.
I could use the air.
All right.
- Adam.
Adam.
- Sam, what are you... What are you doing here?
- Looking for you.
Look, it's an emergency.
My dad said not to call or text.
- Okay, how'd you know I would be here?
- Look, I've seen you here. You come for dinner.
- You've seen me here when?
- Look, why does it matter?
- You've seen me here when, Sam?
- When we first met, I followed you
for a couple of days just to make sure I could trust you.
- You followed me?
You followed me? Jesus.
- Look, I watched you eat dinner by yourself.
It's not a big deal. Look, we gotta go.
Something's going on.
I can't talk to you about it here.
- All right, I... - Come on, we gotta go.
- I have to cancel something real quick.
Just... - Come on, Adam.
- I'm coming.
- Come on. - I'm coming.
- Let's go.
- All right, talk to me.
What are we doing?
Sam, your energy's killing me here.
What the hell are we doing? Where are we going?
- You have your gun?
- No. Why?
- Open the glove box.
- What'd you do? - I didn't do anything yet.
- What's "yet"? What does "yet" mean?
- It's Dale.
- Is this about the other night?
- The other night?
- I was with him. He was burning clothes.
He didn't tell you about it?
- No.
All I know is that my dad says he's getting too reckless.
He's drawing heat. He needs us to handle it.
- Handle it?
Handle it meaning kill him? Am I right?
Yeah?
Sam, we can't just kill the man.
It's Dale.
- Look, it is a test of loyalty.
I have already tried to think of every single way out.
If we don't do this, there'll be punishment.
- Okay, all right.
We'll... we'll just keep thinking.
- If we think too much, he'll kill us.
- Is there a plan?
- Yeah, we're supposed to take him to a house in Pullman.
Dale thinks we're picking up new lab equipment.
- Listen, listen, let me take care of this.
All right, you make an excuse, something about Callum.
- I can't, Adam.
We can't.
- Adam.
- I got about 30 seconds.
Richard Beck ordered a hit on Dale.
He wants me and Sam to do it.
She's inside grabbing Dale right now.
I'm sitting in the car.
- Have you got Richard on tape?
- No. No, it was all to Sam.
It's all hearsay, all in code.
She hasn't even directly said that he ordered Dale's death.
Boss, I do not know where we're going.
I do not have a COH. I'm completely naked out here.
- All right, just stall if you can.
Torres and Atwater'll get to you ASAP.
We'll take it on the fly from there.
- Hey, you all right? - Hey.
- I told you not to have that last Banshee.
- Some gang-banging pricks stole my bird.
- Really?
You gotta be kidding me.
Wish I was.
I'm just saying it's a breakdown of everything.
A man can't even keep his car safe
in his own garage anymore.
- We're not exactly saints, brother.
- We get paid to get people high.
Everybody wins.
Drug laws are a joke, new guy.
The system's a joke.
You guys hear about that
so-called hate crime on the news?
- No. What happened?
- Chinese restaurant got robbed.
All they wanna talk about is how tough
the Asian American experience is in Chicago.
What about the white man's experience?
White man that used to own that restaurant
but couldn't make a dime once the neighborhood
was flooded with insects.
White man whose families were left with nothing.
Walk around their own neighborhood
like a stranger every day.
Sick of it.
- Sam, where is this place?
Pullman, 4344 South Vernon?
- What? 4344 South Vernon?
- Hear that? - Yeah.
- All right.
Let's go.
- You got a key?
- Under a rock under the porch.
- Aha.
Here we go.
There's nothing in here.
- I think most of it's in the basement, right, Sam?
- Yeah. - We'll take care of it.
You grab the stuff in the bedroom.
Come on, big man.
- Where's the stuff at, man? - I don't know.
Maybe she got the address wrong.
- Come on. - Quiet. Quiet.
- Take it, homey. - Relax. Relax.
- Yeah.
- Shut up. Stop. Stop.
Shut up. Shut up.
Rich wants you dead.
- I'm a cop, dumb-dumb.
I just saved your worthless life.
- You got this?
- Mm-hmm.
- Come on. Let's go.
Sam, I just saw someone in the alley through the window.
We need to go right now.
Come on. Let's go.
Sam.
- Oh, my God, oh, my God. - You're all right.
We're all right. You're okay. We're okay.
You gotta call your dad. You tell him it's done.
Then we need to leave the body there.
Hey, hey.
Hey, take a count, all right?
We're driving away from here.
You're going home to your kid.
Let's go.
- Hey, hey! Whoa, hey!
Stop reaching! Quit reaching, all right?
I got him. Come on.
You gonna pay for this, you goddamn...
- Goddamn what?
Huh?
Say it so you can make it easy for me.
- Say it, huh?
- Thought so.
- Uh, Dale.
I don't think you're hearing us.
Your boss,
the man who helped raise you,
ordered your murder.
- I heard you.
- Okay.
- And we can put him away for life.
You just gotta work with us.
- Why would I work for you?
- Because you don't wanna rot in the penitentiary, Dale.
- No, you don't understand.
We are at war, and I'm a soldier.
And I messed up.
If it was reversed and I was Richard,
I'd have done the same thing.
The cause is bigger than both of us.
- Okay, well, talk to us about this cause.
I mean, what y'all got going on?
- You'll hear about it soon enough.
- Okay, Dale, this is what I want you to do for me.
Imagine Danville Prison,
and I'm not sure if you knew this,
but the brothers run H block at the Danville Prison.
And all I really gotta do is just drop your white ass off,
and as soon as they hear about your cause
and know about your history, they're gonna own you.
Like, for real, you probably gonna have to keep
an ice pack in your shorts.
- Ouch.
- And when they get bored, they'll cut you
and watch your racist ass bleed.
- You trying to scare me?
- Mm-mm.
I'm just giving you what we got,
and you can do with it what you want.
We'll check on you later, Dale.
That idiot ain't flipping.
He just keeps going on and on about how the cause
is bigger than him and Richard.
- He says he gets why Richard wanted him dead.
He messed up.
- We don't have Dale on the Rae murders.
Richard's gonna realize sooner or later I didn't kill him.
What do we do? Am I burned?
- We keep him dead as long as we can.
You logged him in at Med as a Doe?
- Yes, sir. All right, good. That means we got 48 hours.
We keep working.
We need hard, fast physical evidence
that pins those murders to Dale.
Nothing he can wiggle out of.
Believe me, if this prick is facing life,
he is gonna flip, cause or no cause.
This'll all be done.
So get back out there, re-canvass.
Find that knife or find a new witness.
Let's go. - All right.
- I see.
No, thanks for your time, Mr. Metz.
Last customer signed a credit card at 8:54.
Hoping he forgot something. Went back, no luck.
- Hey, anything? - No, ma'am.
Just a real scared neighborhood at this point.
- Hang on.
I've been re-tracking Dale's route home
after the murder, and new POD footage just came in.
Okay. So here comes his Firebird.
It's 9:52, 20 minutes after the murder.
If he's gonna go straight home, he should turn right on Ogden.
Instead he turns left on 58th, disappears from view.
20 minutes later, he returns.
So why the detour?
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
I know that place. Yeah.
Closed manufacturing plant.
I heard Richard and his guys talk about it.
They call it the mill.
Something like, you know, three generations of Becks
worked there until, according to them anyway,
immigrants came in, destroyed it.
- Hmm.
Well, why go there after the murder?
- Hide something?
- Right, hide something you wanna keep.
Shell casings.
- 16 gauge.
- Richard's favorite.
You got something?
Good eye.
- There we go. - I got you.
- Adam, there's something in there.
- Bingo. That's it.
- Son of a bitch, he cleaned it off.
- Well, maybe not enough. All we need is a trace, right?
- Be careful. Watch your step.
- That's Richard. We gotta go.
- So can I shoot first?
- Yeah, you got it.
Now...
You remember what to do?
- Yeah, sure.
- Come on. Let's go.
- Yeah. Thanks for rushing it, Stan.
Yeah. - Tell me we're good.
- We're great.
Techs found Dale and Chan Rae's DNA.
Blood seeped into the handle.
Don't clean what you can't see. - His luck just ran out.
Officer, we good? - All quiet.
- All right.
- Oh, damn it. - Garcia, get a doctor in here.
- Hey, hey, I need help. - You stupid son of a bitch.
- There's an emergency.
- You don't get to die like this, man.
You don't get to die like this.
Stop moving. Just chill out.
- I failed him.
This is what he wanted. - Come on, man.
For God's sakes, Dale, do not die for that, man.
All right, give him up to me right now.
Dale, come on.
Don't let it happen like this.
Give me Richard right now.
Dale, you're gonna give me Richard right now, man.
Dale, give me Richard right now.
- We need a crash cart. Come on.
You gotta move here. - Come on, man.
- Come on. We got him. Move. - Dale.
Dale. - Move.
- Adam.
- Dale flatlined 20 minutes ago.
- What are you talking about?
- Took the screw out of the IV post.
Reopened his wound, bled out.
I just don't know.
The man would have let me shoot him in the face.
It's what Richard wanted.
I could have executed him point blank in that basement
for the cause.
- All right.
Dale have any close family?
- No. No, family's all dead.
Richard's really all he had.
- All right.
I want you to get approval to log him
as a John Doe at the morgue.
We'll leak that CPD found a body at that Pullman house.
Richard now thinks you murdered a man for him.
We're gonna use that to get what we need.
You good, Adam?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
Do I really have a choice?
- We use it to end this.
- Guess what kind of bullets are in this thing.
- You got me, bud.
- Hollow points.
They expand when they hit the target.
- Callum. - Boom!
- Sir, I need to talk to you, please.
Now.
I am sick of this.
- Excuse me?
- I'm sick of playing babysitter to your daughter,
to your grandson.
I'm sick of pretending to be some happy family
when I just killed a man.
If you want my loyalty,
if you want me to take care of things with her,
then bring me in for real.
- Were you at the mill yesterday?
- Were you?
- Answer the question.
- Yeah.
Yeah, your idiot Dale hid his knife there.
- You got rid of it?
- I tossed it in the river.
- Good.
I'm guessing Sam told you about the plan,
the little she knows of it.
It'll begin in three weeks on May 28th.
Supplies will be in place by then.
Multiple targets,
many casualties.
Our message will be sent loud and clear.
You're gonna be in charge.
- In charge of what?
- Deliveries.
- Deliveries of what?
You'll know on the day.
No more for now.
Your time is coming, Adam.
You done good.
I'm proud.
But in the meantime.
You have to keep Samantha on the path.
She's losing faith. I can tell.
Callum is confused.
You'll have to remind her of the truth.
We are making a better world.
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