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Previously on APB...
See that guy in the red flannel?
That's Andre Coates, leader of the Green Street Kings.
End of the day, I got a bottom line.
I can't let my people see me taking and not giving it back.
GIDEON: Ha, ha!
Is this everything from my body-cam?
It's pretty cool, right?
Goss, I just got a call that I need you and Brandt
to check out: It's a hacker, goes by the name "DV8."
DANNY: I'm coming, Ada,
and I'm going to destroy you
and Gideon Reeves and everyone in between.
I have to quit this job now. I can't explain it.
Well, then I don't accept your resignation.
Ada?
(computer beeping)
CONRAD: 1309, we just heard
from a couple of ambo drivers in Garfield Park.
They're in the middle of treating
a female assault victim, but according to them,
the beat-down is just beginning.
Copy, squad.
1309 responding.
You didn't see nothing? That's what you said?
I found her like that. It's the truth, man.
Bitch, I know you lying.
Nothing?
Police! Back off now!
Everybody move back now! Let him go!
Andre?
What the hell's going on here?
What's going on?
A girl got raped in my hood.
And this guy?
Lewis here found her.
Now he acting like he ain't see nothing.
How is she?
She's unconscious.
Pulse is weak, but she's breathing.
We're taking her to Mercy Hospital.
Green Street take care of its own.
Something like this happens, I handle it.
So you get your boys to beat up some guy 'cause he found her?
Malik, you beating up on somebody?
Nah.
We just talking.
See? I'm just trying to get a little information.
Go home, Andre.
This is my investigation now.
We'll see about that.
*
WOMAN (over TV): In another day of violence on the South Side,
Chicago police departments have called in
off-duty officers for the second time this month.
Multiple... (TV mutes)
(knocking on door)
(groans)
Yes.
So you don't return my calls?
Yeah, I've been busy.
Yeah? Doing what?
Choosing between sour cream and barbecue?
Why don't you tell me what is really going on,
so I can figure out how to fix it, bring you back to the 13th.
Because you can't fix everything.
Really?
'Cause I've actually fixed an astonishing amount of things.
Just ask NASA.
Oh, my God.
Hey. Where'd we meet?
That cozy holding cell in Cook County.
If I can protect you from the FBI,
don't you think I can handle whatever this is?
This is a personal thing, okay?
So I have to just deal with it on my own.
No, you don't.
'Cause I'm here... (phone chimes)
God. (Groans)
I have to go.
This conversation is not over.
MURPHY: Her name's Kayla Brawn.
She just started her senior year at Garfield Park High.
She disappeared after
the neighborhood block party yesterday.
I went to that school.
Grew up two blocks from where they found her.
Well, that means you grew up three blocks
from where they found the other victim.
This is not the first time that this has happened.
A month ago they found a young woman, beaten and raped,
in the same area.
Are you telling me we have a serial rapist in my district?
Look at the ligature marks.
It's the same as the ones on Kayla.
Both markings came back
as a match for some kind of
zip-tie around the girls' wrists.
Unfortunately, serial rapist sounds about right.
(rock music playing)
(radio beeps, music stops)
What?
(beeping continues)
(hitting radio)
DANNY: Don't worry.
Nothing wrong's with your car.
It's just me. Since you weren't answering
my phone calls, I found a back door into your sound system.
Danny!
My name is DV8 now.
And your name is clearly narc.
Bet you're disappointed you didn't get rid of me
in that impromptu police raid.
Taking a page out of Mein Kampf, I see.
I was defending myself.
No, you're defending a corrupt police state
run by that egomaniac you work for.
Okay, well, thanks to you, I don't work for him anymore,
so we can just be done with this.
No. It's too late for that.
You know what happens to people who fight
for the wrong side, Ada?
(tires screech)
(grunts)
(horns blaring)
Open the door!
You picked your friends.
Now you've made your enemies.
(horns continue honking)
(grunts)
(horn blaring)
(gasps)
(horn honking)
(panting)
MURPHY: Gideon, we got a problem.
Then I got solutions. Hit me.
You remember Andre? Runs the Green Street Kings?
Chip on his shoulder and dreads on his head. I do.
We had a little run-in this morning,
when I went out on the call for the rape case.
I thought he was just fronting,
showing the neighborhood who's boss.
Turns out he's doing a full-on investigation of his own.
That's strange.
I must have missed Andre's academy graduation,
'cause I'm pretty sure he's not a cop.
Well, right now, we're not getting anywhere
unless we're talking to Andre first. Look.
So Pete's fed all the information to the APB app.
But in this whole area,
only a couple people have downloaded it.
I mean, I know some people don't like technology,
but you know what everyone hates? Rapists.
Seriously, that's a well-documented fact.
No doubt. But walking around
with a crime-fighting app on your phone
in an area that's dominated by gangs?
It's not a great idea.
Hey, 1312,
how's it going out there?
Do death stares count as intel?
'Cause if that's the case, I'm killing it out here.
How about you, 1305?
BOY (laughs): Oh, snap.
Not too good, squad.
We're getting iced out left and right.
My ears are ringing from all the doors
I've had slammed in my face.
Yeah. Everybody we try to talk to has already talked
to the Green Street Kings.
Hey, call me crazy,
but I think that baby banger is following us.
Hey!
We're just trying to do our job here.
What you know, Andre knows.
Green Street's got this.
MURPHY: Every cop is
running into the same thing.
Not to mention that Andre's boys put two people in the hospital
because he thought they were holding out on information.
All right, well, we still have electronic surveillance.
Right? We still got the drone.
Well, actually, uh, about that...
Turns out that the drone is not that popular in Garfield Park.
I've already had to dodge half a dozen rocks,
and one kid even took a swing at it with a baseball bat.
(gunshot) Whoa, whoa.
What was that?
(drone beeping, buzzing frantically)
Uh...
(groans)
That sounds like a .45 caliber message
from the Green Street Kings.
Well...
guess we're gonna
have to send them a message of our own.
Are you out of your minds?
There's no way I'm bringing a drug dealer in on a rape case.
Well, the thing is, we have,
what we call in engineering, a single point of failure here.
Which is why we're... you know, failing.
Captain, you and I both know
that the Green Street Kings run those streets.
We just need to talk to him.
Which you know damn well only gives Andre more power.
Hell, he's already got his thugs dealing
out of an abandoned police station.
Every time we go to him,
we send the message that Andre's the one in charge, not us.
Well, we don't want to pin a badge on his chest.
It's just about a temporary strategic partnership.
Cops and criminals.
Natural born enemies, right?
But when Steve Jobs almost lost Apple in the '90s,
you know who rode to his rescue?
Bill Gates.
This is a Chicago neighborhood we're talking about, Gideon,
not some fancy boardroom.
Look, I got no problem dealing with criminals
when I think it can help us solve a case faster.
Hell, I deal with them every day!
But Andre.
Without Andre, we might not have a case.
Look, I don't like this idea any more than you do.
But right now, Andre's the best play that we have.
We just want to have a conversation.
No different than a billionaire talking to a police captain.
Except for the police captain part.
(sighs) Fine.
Have a conversation.
But I don't know what the hell you'd even ask him for.
I think I have an idea.
(gunshots)
(video game characters shouting)
(gunshots continue)
Oh, y'all blazed before y'all got here.
'Cause you must be high if you think I'm helping you.
Certainly getting a contact high.
Andre, we're just asking for a favor.
I'm handling this.
Your boys knocked some guy's teeth out.
You call that handling it?
Cops got your way of doing business, I got mine.
Look, all we're asking is that you convince your people
to send us videos and pictures of a block party.
That way I can stitch them together
and maybe figure out what happened to Kayla.
Ain't nobody stupid enough to send videos to the cops.
Sorry, do I look like a cop to you?
This is Dolce & Gabbana,
not, uh, polyester-spandex, thank you very much.
I'm a CEO like you.
Say what now?
Oh, uh, you know, I'm...
my business is more Gold Coast
than Green Street, but isn't protecting customers
part of the job?
If you work with us, we get this guy.
If you don't, people might start to turn on you.
My Kings would never let that happen.
I hope you're right, I hope you're right.
But you know, people smell weakness, right?
That's when the vultures come.
Bottom line is:
Rapists are bad for your business.
And we all know what happens
when a CEO isn't getting the job done.
He gets replaced by somebody that can.
Now, with me, that's a multimillion-dollar payout,
retirement in the Maldives.
In your world, I'm guessing that, uh, "severance"
takes on a very different meaning.
You know how many times I been dragged down to the 13th?
Well, that was the old 13th.
You're looking at the new one.
One businessman to another: Don't blow this.
This is the best call that you could make
for you and your neighborhood.
I'll reach out to my people.
Great.
Professor Malkova.
I wondered when I might be seeing you.
Fancy a game?
With you? Always.
Heard about your troubles.
Sounds like somebody's got bad blood
with Danny Reghabi.
Yeah, I hear he goes by DV8 now.
Yeah, I know.
But once a student, always a student.
Word is he's very angry with you, my dear.
Tried to turn me into road kill this morning.
Any chance you want to help me out, get him off my back?
Danny's an unstable young man with extreme political views.
Not someone I want mad at me.
Not even for your favorite student?
We're not back in a complexity theory class, Ada.
This is the real world, and it's dangerous.
I know.
But he did try to kill me this morning.
Come on, all I need is a little information.
I'm regretting this already, but...
have you heard of a hacker collective
by the name of CommandALT?
Yeah.
I hear Danny's set up shop with them.
CommandALT works out of the old.
Peoria meatpacking plant.
Get something they don't want shared with the world.
You might be able to use it to get Danny
to keep his hands to himself.
Really think that's gonna work?
It might.
Or, knowing Danny, it might not.
Either way, be careful.
Okay.
Aren't you gonna finish the game?
I already did.
Checkmate.
MURPHY: Andre came through.
Dameon here has all the footage from the block party,
so hopefully Kayla's somewhere in it. GIDEON: Perfect.
What do we got, flash drive, e-mail?
PETE: Whoa, whoa.
All right, that works, too.
Andre ain't want to leave nothing to chance.
So he wanted to make sure you had everything.
What, what? That's called a strategic partnership in action.
PETE: Uh, Gideon, it's...
it's gonna take a week to go through all these phones.
Maybe if Ada was here, I...
Run a DPI compression protocol.
Should make uploading faster.
That's a great idea, actually,
but it's still gonna take forever.
Well, call in some Reeves techs to help him.
Help who?
Dameon.
You want a job at Reeves Industries?
Thousand-dollar sign-on bonus
if you can start, uh, now.
Do I got to wear one of those ties? (scoffs)
Never!
Hell yeah.
Okay.
Would that go...?
Pete, show him the ropes.
Still don't get it.
What's the point of being out on the street
if all you get is the silent treatment?
People see Andre running his investigation,
they need to see us doing ours.
Yeah, but we're supposed to be catching a rapist.
How is buddying up to a bunch of bangers
gonna get us anywhere? I'll tell you, when I was in Iraq...
Oh, here we go.
No, listen. No, when I was in Iraq,
it was all about hearts and minds.
You know, when you first touch down,
all you can think about is how everybody hates you.
But, you know, you stick around long enough,
let people warm up to you,
they come around. Oh.
So that's why Iraq is such a beacon of peace
in the world today.
Look, over there.
That's what I'm talking about.
Couple of days ago, those guys would have been running from us.
But now that they know we're not leaving...
So you won over their hearts? That's what you're saying?
Yeah.
Maybe I did.
Aw, Brandt, looks like your buddies
wrote you a love letter.
(laughing) Bitch.
Do I even want to know how you convinced Andre
to send in this footage?
Gideon kicked him in the ego.
I don't think Andre's backing down.
You realize this means more people
winding up in the hospital, right?
MURPHY: We really didn't have a choice.
Murphy, this is basic detective work.
You never give up something for nothing.
If there was anything suspicious
in those videos, don't you think
someone would have said so by now?
Why trust the fallibility of human detection skills?
The camera sees things
that people don't even realize they're seeing.
So one of my drones
managed to avoid the bats and the bullets
long enough to...
give us a 360 panorama of the park
where the block party was held.
And then the videos and the pictures that Andre gave us
were geolocated and time-synced against it.
I'll be damned.
So what do we do now?
We watch for Kayla's movements,
see exactly when and where she went missing,
and if we can, see who took her.
And then it's good-bye, block party;
Hello, cell block.
You guys hate when I say that kind of stuff, right?
BOTH: Yes.
Cool.
Frame 60, scrub forward ten seconds.
Find the edges.
Gideon, are you sure you're gonna find her?
Our rape victim was at the party 45 minutes.
We've already seen half an hour of video.
There's a chance she might not be here.
Between 30 phones,
one of them definitely caught something.
Wait.
That pink dot.
That's Kayla's jacket.
Sample chroma in frame 55. Isolate target color.
All right, so now that we know what we're looking for...
Play speed standard, smooth interpolation, no blur.
No, that's not it.
No.
Stop. There. At the end of the park.
Frame 75, revert color isolation,
play speed standard.
Frame 75, enlarge three times.
Come on, girl, I just want to talk.
I said I got to go.
Who's that?
It's time-marked 3:36.
If she left the party a minute later,
then he's the last person she talked to before she left.
Well, that's not very much to go on, so, uh,
let me try to get a different camera view.
Play speed, minus one.
Stop. Frame 93.
Play speed standard, audio up.
MAN: Hey, Los...
GIDEON: Stop.
Isolate frame 93. Crop edges.
MURPHY: What are you doing now? Pulling an image,
so I can run it through facial recognition.
Do you see that on his neck?
Frame 93, enlarge three times.
That's a tat for an arena football team
called the Vipers.
Really? How do you know that?
Well, while you were in advanced calculus,
I was in the playground throwing long bombs.
Do you mind? Sure.
So "Los" is probably short for Carlos, right?
And this guy definitely looks like a running back.
All right, I'm just pulling up the team's roster
from the past few years.
There he is.
Wells. Carlos Wells.
Looks like he didn't keep his aggression on the field.
Carlos spent a couple years in IDOC for aggravated battery.
Murphy...
home run!
Or that's the...
It's a touchdown, it's a touchdown, isn't it?
*
(dogs barking in distance)
*
(whispers): Okay.
*
(grunts)
(beeping quietly)
(device beeps)
(static crackles)
What the hell was that?
Chill, it's just a glitch.
*
(groans) Come on. Come on, come on, come on.
Cut the power! Shut down, now!
(door slides open)
(sighs)
Any signs of Carlos Wells yet?
We checked his house.
Baby mama said he was out getting liquored up
at some bar on Halsted.
Yeah, that's not a bad idea,
considering he'll be drinking prison hooch
the rest of his life.
Did you just say "hooch"?
Yeah. Sorry.
Are you sure Carlos is our guy?
Hope so. He was the last person seen with Kayla.
Come on, bar's right up here.
Seriously?
Hey, yo. There he is.
I got Carlos. You get our shadow.
Yo, what's your problem?
It ain't against the law to hang out.
You got a mom?
A sister?
You know that's who we trying to protect, right?
Yeah? Since when?
Seriously, kid?
We're the good guys. You think about that.
Police! Don't move!
(grunts)
Hey, get off me!
I didn't do anything. You're under arrest.
I swear on my mama, I didn't touch that girl.
Do you see that?
That's your hand on Kayla's arm.
You were the last person to be seen with her.
Why is that?
Before you answer,
remember this:
I'm the captain.
This is my neighborhood.
If you lie to us, you deal with me.
But I don't know anything about it.
So why did you run?
I got spooked.
Andre put the word out: Anyone who touched Kayla's dead.
So you admit it?
No, man, it's not like that.
But Andre, he don't care. He'd kill me just in case.
You think that Andre's got kids following the cops for fun?
He's watching to see who you've been talking to.
If he reports back to Andre I was talking to y'all, I'm dead.
All right, Carlos, let's go over this again.
Now, you hit on Kayla.
You were the last person to be seen with her.
Then you just run from the cops just in case.
Come on, you can do better than that.
It's the truth!
B-But the...
I wasn't the last guy to make a move.
She also talked to some dude in a brown car.
Okay? You should talk to that guy.
MURPHY: (sighs) We've already watched
every single second of this.
I don't remember seeing a brown sedan.
Something tells me Carlos is yanking our chain
just to save his own skin.
Nada.
Zilch, yeah.
I'm not seeing... Whoa, hold, hold, hold.
Playback frame 62.
Speed standard.
Blow up five.
Enhance three times.
Huh. (Chuckles)
Well, Carlos might be a creep,
but apparently he's not a liar.
So Carlos said that Kayla was talking to someone in that car.
But without plates, it's gonna be hard to identify who owns it.
Well, how can the guy drive around with no plates?
Probably sticks to the neighborhood.
Nobody asks questions there.
I'm guessing '76, maybe '77.
Maybe that'll narrow it down.
(sighs) All right, well, so, run any matching registrations
in the area.
Um...
You good?
PETE: I mean, honestly, Ada's system
is designed for Ada. I'm...
I'm more of a hardware than a software kind of guy,
but I'll figure it out.
Well, we do know somebody
who might know who that car belongs to.
You want to go back to Andre.
He knows what everybody drives.
I mean, he could ID that car in five seconds.
That's what we have databases for.
Except they're not getting us anywhere.
I know, I know,
you're not president of the Andre fan club.
Because I know how this ends, Gideon.
A few years back, I worked a case,
eight-year-old kid killed in crossfire on Andre's block.
Andre said he'd help us catch the shooter,
said he wanted to get justice
for the little boy.
You know what we got?
Three suspects with bullets through their heads.
Andre went vigilante.
Innocent people died.
Now, that might be Andre's version of justice,
but it sure as hell isn't mine.
You're right.
Andre is a bad guy.
But so was Joseph Stalin.
And if we hadn't found a way to work with him,
we'd all be speaking German.
Do what you got to do.
Just remember what this man is capable of.
(exhales)
Hello. Oh, my God!
Think you're clever?
Stealing my clients' information like that?
Well, I had to get your attention somehow.
Okay. I thought that, uh, we would do this over coffee,
but since you're already here...
That's evidence
of money laundering and tax evasion.
I just thought the feds might want to hear
what you've been up to.
Best case scenario,
you make a deal, you get put in WITSEC,
and you spend the rest of your life bussing tables
at a greasy spoon in Springfield.
Worst case scenario,
your clients find out that you turned snitch,
and you end up at the bottom of Lake Michigan.
I'm fighting against a totalitarian state here.
Why don't I just kill you?
Call it collateral damage for the greater good.
You could do that.
But this information is randomly set to auto-send.
Unless I stop it.
It'd be a huge gamble on your part.
There is one other option.
I could not send the information,
and you could never, ever come near me again.
How do I know that your police friends
aren't gonna be paying me another visit?
Because whether you like it or not,
I have the power to stop it.
Back off me.
Back off the 13th.
It's really that simple.
Fine.
But just know...
this isn't over.
It better be.
Otherwise you'll be writing your manifesto on a cell block wall.
(door closes)
(exhales)
MURPHY: Call off the dogs, Andre.
We have a suspect.
ANDRE: Give me a name. I don't have one.
But we do have a car,
and that's where you come in.
Send me what you got.
My boys will go handle that.
Uh, thing is, it'll be pretty hard to press charges
on a guy who's not, you know, alive anymore.
Oh, that's just the law of the streets. Come on, Andre.
Let's just take a ride. Be done with this once and for all.
Fine. But my crew's still out tonight.
Where we going?
Okay, okay.
Uh...
See that car?
That's the one we pulled from the videos.
MURPHY: You recognize it?
Yeah, that's Kevin Dodson's whip.
Live off of, uh, 61st.
GIDEON: Ah.
Then that's where we're going.
Yo, homey, Five-0.
Yo, I'm out.
Yo, Dodson.
I don't want no trouble, Andre.
Heard you rolled up on Kayla at the block party.
Right before she got raped. What?
Uh, this is your car at the block party.
I checked the traffic cams in the area.
It didn't leave till after the attack.
Do you want to explain?
I wasn't at no block party.
I ain't been driving that car neither.
My probation officer took my car.
He said he thought I was using it for drug runs.
I told him I wasn't, but he took it anyway.
You think I'm stupid?
I ain't never heard of no P.O. taking a car.
You see a car around here anywhere?
I've been taking the bus.
What's your P.O.'s name?
Vince Yardley, over at Cook County.
He the one took my car.
I ain't seen it since.
Probation officer.
How about that?
All this time, you been coming at my people,
thinking one of them is the rapist.
Turns out it's one of yours.
Let me get this straight.
You're saying a Chicago probation officer
is the one who attacked those two girls.
That is a serious accusation,
especially just off the word of some ex-con off the street.
Well, I checked the pod-cams, just in case,
and it looks like the probation officer really took the car.
Dodson was on a bus headed crosstown
when Kayla was attacked.
(exhales)
(line ringing)
WOLF: District 21, this is Captain Wolf.
Joe, Ned Conrad at the 13th.
Listen, um, I'm following up on a suspect
assigned to one of your guys, Vince Yardley?
You mind grabbing him for me?
Sorry, Ned, he's not around.
I just tried calling. His phone's going to voice mail.
The last I checked, he was doing home visits
in your neck of the woods.
So Yardley's in Garfield Park.
Looks like it.
Thanks.
He's down here.
That son of a bitch is down here
in my neighborhood right now.
All right, I want everyone going in quiet and dark.
We want to catch this guy, not spook him.
Copy that, squad, but we got a lot of ground to cover.
Even in stealth mode,
there's a good chance he might hear us coming.
Yeah, I've been thinking about that.
So... (groans)
The best way to find Yardley is to hear him before he hears us.
What are you talking about?
Well, all the District 13 cruisers
are outfitted with microphones
that have a frequency response range sharp enough
to hear a fly two blocks over.
So, we know what Yardley's driving.
We got the make, the model and the year.
Whoa. Is that our garage?
Yeah. Yeah. Found a sedan
just like the one our suspect stole at a used lot in Aurora.
Smells like wet dog, but it only cost me 700 bucks.
Bobby, give it a little bit of juice, please?
(engine revving)
So we extract the sound,
create an audio file.
(engine revving)
Voila.
We have a sound signature.
Not bad. So, guys, I'm sending
the sound signature from our suspect's vehicle
to your cruisers right now.
I need everybody to boost
the on board mics. (clears throat)
Hey, boss, you know how much I love,
uh, randomly pressing your buttons, but, uh,
how's this work, exactly?
It's actually a pretty simple acoustic identification method.
The computer selects sounds and sorts them by frequency.
(several voices overlapping)
Hang on, are we listening to the whole neighborhood?
Yeah. Until we find the sound we need.
We're also mapping the sources.
(baby crying)
(woman moaning)
WOMAN: Oh, yes. Oh, my...
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.
We should see where this one goes.
Um, try the Internet.
After your shift.
(dog barking)
(glass clattering)
(woman speaking Spanish)
Gideon, I'm getting plenty of sounds,
but none that's helping us find Yardley.
GIDEON: All right. Give it a sec.
Sound needs to hit the mics at just the right angle.
(computer beeping)
1309, squad, I think I got something.
(woman whimpering)
MAN: Stop struggling and shut up.
Gideon, where's that sound coming from?
MAN: We gonna have some fun.
Info's coming through on your dash.
(woman sobbing)
(engine revving)
MAN: You're gonna love it.
We're gonna have so much fun, baby.
(woman continues sobbing)
I don't see the car.
GIDEON: Got to be somewhere.
Engine sounds are coming through loud and clear.
(rap music playing over speakers)
Hold on.
Police! Come out with your hands up!
Don't move!
(gasps, shrieks)
Stop!
(tires screeching)
Are you okay?
He grabbed me. I-I couldn't get away.
You're safe now.
(siren wails)
He went toward Dearborn!
(siren whooping)
Can you track the car while it's moving?
Yep. Uh, just give me a second to triangulate.
There.
Yardley's the one on the left.
Goss and Brandt are in the other one.
Yardley is on Morgan.
Take the next left.
(siren wailing)
(tires screeching)
Whoa, whoa!
What happened? How did we lose him?
We're not picking up the engine sounds.
Maybe the mics got wind damaged or...
Maybe he cut the engine.
(siren wailing)
I think I know what happened.
Damn it, where the hell did he go?
1305, squad be advised, suspect fled on foot.
You got a direction? Any idea where he went?
Sorry, squad, he's gone.
All right, uh, we could send more patrol down there,
but we're talking about all of Garfield Park.
Yardley could be anywhere.
By the time we get more cars down there,
he'll be gone.
We need to find him another way.
I don't know what that is, unless you got
some secret cops lying around that I don't know about.
I'm not talking about more cops.
(sighs)
I'm gonna talk to Andre.
(rap music playing) Nah.
Look who just walked up in here.
Captain Conrad, the damn defender of the universe.
Been a while.
Last time we met, you was trying to put me
in Stateville for 25 to life.
The past is the past.
Right now there's a serial rapist in your neighborhood.
He's on foot, so he can't have gone far.
Let me guess. You want my help.
You know what, since you came all the way down here,
how about we talk about you reopening that spot on Aberdeen
you and your cops shut down?
This ain't no negotiation.
You say you care about the people in your hood.
Then show it.
I'm listening.
Vince Yardley, that probation officer
who we suspect raped those two girls...
He's in Garfield Park.
Now, I know you got boys on the street.
I need you to get the word out to find Yardley.
Like that, uh, APB thing y'all got?
You want that, uh, that Andre PB.
Call it what you want,
but we got to work together on this, Andre.
I'll send you what my cops get.
Have your boys do the same.
You asking or you telling?
Both.
* You ain't got no business *
* Facing me in this cage... *
(phone rings, vibrates)
(phones ringing, chiming)
* We can rumble all night, 'cause truth is, truth is *
* I'm ruthless, ruthless. *
Andre says he checked everything south of Garfield,
and no one's seen Yardley yet.
Let him know we have units posted two blocks north.
There he is.
Uh, guys?
I think Andre found him.
Three corner boys just took off down LaSalle.
Get in there, now!
On our way, Murph.
(siren wailing)
Pete, we need to launch the drone.
I'm all over it.
We got him now.
There's only one way out this building.
Come on!
(sirens approaching)
(tires screeching)
Where'd they go?
COBB: It could be any one of these buildings.
MURPHY: Okay, then, Cobb with me. We'll take the north side.
Brandt, Goss, you take the south.
It's this way.
(drone buzzing)
GIDEON: Time to get a better vantage point of our own.
What do you say, Pete?
Yep, I'm all over it.
ANDRE: You thought you could run from me? No, man, no!
Huh? Huh, Yardley? Please! Andre!
GIDEON: Murphy, they're on the roof.
YARDLEY: Please, man. Yardley, since we're already up here,
let's see if you can fly. No! Andre, Andre, Andre...
Let him go, Andre!
Please. Please, man.
Tell your cops back off.
I got this.
MURPHY: No, we've got this.
This isn't just about you.
If you drop him,
there's no coming back from it.
Coming back from what?
All I know is
my Kings gonna walk your cops back down them stairs.
And then clumsy over here gonna trip.
YARDLEY: You got to help me. Damn it.
He doesn't want any witnesses.
We still have the drone.
He already shot one out of the air.
Okay. (Clears throat) Hold on, hold on.
Hey, Andre,
listen to me.
(over speakers): If you're behind bars,
who's gonna take over that neighborhood?
Who's gonna take care of your people?
You let him go,
you and your boys walk away from this,
no questions asked.
Look around.
Okay?
It's what Gideon said.
It's a new 13th.
(grunts)
Like I said, clumsy.
(chuckles)
(Yardley groaning)
(whispers): Yes.
(exhales)
GIDEON: On behalf of the 13th District,
I'd would like to thank you all for coming.
Ah, okay.
(clears throat)
Who here likes cops?
Just kidding, don't answer. Don't answer, please.
Let's face it, things are not good right now,
this neighborhood and the cops.
We are not vibing.
(crowd murmurs assent)
We actually need to come together.
And I am here
to make that first expensive step.
Now, I know what you're thinking.
Community center, linoleum floors,
depressing folding chairs.
Not here, no. Won't be any of that.
Think bigger. New computers.
Maybe some virtu...
I don't want to give it away.
All right, twist my arm.
Three words: Basketball coach Scottie Pippen!
That's four words. Expensive, yes.
Guess what, you're worth it. That's right.
(crowd murmuring, applauding)
Thank you. Thank you.
Uh... so a place like this
deserves to be called something special,
and that's why I'm naming it
after the person that brought us all together.
Welcome to Kayla's Place.
(crowd murmuring)
(clears throat)
(laser humming)
Yeah.
Look at that. Lasers.
(chuckles): Cool.
Okay.
Thanks. Cool.
What do you think, too after-school special?
Just enough.
Kayla's mom's here.
She says it's gonna be a long road,
but she's expected to have a full recovery.
Well, that's the best news I've heard all day.
Somebody's not too happy
about your new addition to the neighborhood.
I guess a new community center is not good for drug sales.
That's precisely why I didn't consult him on the plans.
Careful, Gideon.
We might need Andre's help again one day.
No, let him sulk for a while.
People need to know that we're here,
we're part of this neighborhood.
And he can be damn sure
we're not going anywhere anytime soon.
Miss me?
Yeah, actually, I did. Come in.
(sighs)
Uh... (chuckles)
So, I know that you, uh,
wanted to know what was going on.
Got into a little bit of trouble.
Yeah. Those new locks kind of tipped it off.
Mm-hmm.
This crazy thing came back from my past,
and I just had to deal with it.
Okay. So do I want to know or...
No. Yeah.
Okay. Is it over?
I think so.
Uh, look,
I know that I probably can't come back
after bailing on you like that,
and you probably aren't gonna
trust me anymore...
Yeah. Probably shouldn't.
Here's the thing, though.
Seven years ago, when you hacked my company,
I knew you had a past.
This doesn't change that, right?
Not great at, uh...
displays of emotional things, but, you know,
I already lost a best friend this year.
Can't lose another one, so...
I'll see you on Monday.
Okay.
(sniffles)
Oh, for God's sakes.
I'm sorry.
Ah, just come here.
See? This is the part I'm bad at.
It's gonna be okay.
Everything's gonna be okay.
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