Chicago P.D.

Here we go.

- How y'all doing? - Hi.

What is Jordan teaching her?

How to check. You see that?

I told you, if she gonna learn hockey from him,

he gonna teach her how to scrap.

I've been told Jordan's a more "legit" teacher than I am.

That he is.

Come on, kid!

Nice hit!

There you go.

Yo, what's up with Burge? She pulling up?

Uh, no. She, uh, got an appointment.

Just so you know, she did tell me about that.

- Did she? - Mm-hmm.

That's good. That's a step forward.

All right.

- Glad to hear that. - Yeah.

I don't know if you ever met Burgess,

- but she will get through it. - Nah, I know.

How you doing?

Yeah, I'm good. I'm good.

I'm just trying to keep Makayla out,

keep her busy when Kim's got the therapy, the meetings.

- Yeah. - That poor kid.

She's had to understand way too much of this type

- of thing, you know? - Yeah.

Got to keep her protected from it.

Naturally.

Ooh!

- That's how you do it, Mack! - Hey!

Jordan, stop crying, man.

Shut up, Kev.

Aw, son of a bitch.

Here we go. What happened?

I got a patrol buddy in Hegewisch.

He caught a scene. Wants me to take a look.

Go. Go.

- You know we got her. - Yeah.

We're gonna drop her off

hopped off of candy and chaos soon as we done.

That sounds like way more fun than what I'm about to do.

- See you later, bro. - Be safe, dog.

Makayla.

- Yeah? - Hey, listen.

I gotta go to work, so you're gonna go home

- with Uncle Kev and Jordan, okay? - Okay.

- I'll see you later. - See you later.

Be safe!

- Gerry. How are we doing, man? - Hey.

Thanks for coming out. I owe you.

- You good? Family good? - Yeah. You?

Carmen's got me sleeping on the couch,

but I made the best of it.

Bought a new couch.

Well played.

That enough pleasantries?

You're always such a social gem, Gerry.

Yes, it is. What'd you catch?

That's the thing. I don't know.

Thought you could take a look.

ME's stuck at another site.

I don't know when they're gonna get down here

to take a look at the bodies.

Bodies?

The neighbors called in a smell.

Partner and I found them like this.

No sign of forced entry.

Felt like a murder-suicide to me.

Partner wanted to call in the cavalry,

but, uh, thought I should avoid the media.

Looks like they choked to death.

Come on.

Officer, do me a favor. Clear these people back.

Yeah. Come on. Let's go. Back up.

Gerry, you run this building next door?

Yeah. Place has been abandoned for years.

No. See? These papers are recent.

Whoa. Whoa.

Adam, what's going on? We good with this?

Someone was cooking meth in here.

Fumes leaked upstairs.

Coffee filters, plastic tubing, propane.

That family didn't stand a chance.

We should get out of here. Come on.

Need to clear out the neighbors,

get Hazmat on the horn.

Uh-huh.

All right. Where are we at?

ID'd the family as the Snyders.

Time of death, 48 hours, give or take.

ME's preliminary has cause of death

as asphyxiation from hydroiodic gas,

so brutal way to go.

Meth lab made a mistake? A leak?

Something went sideways during a cook.

Fumes leaked upstairs.

Must have been bad enough for these guys

to clear out the whole lab.

Supplies, equipment, product-- nearly everything's gone.

Sarge, you're gonna want to see this.

We're running every camera in the area.

There aren't many,

but there's a bus route that runs right by here.

Caught this.

That's Samantha Beck at a meth lab.

Martin, Jessa, Joe Snyder.

Found dead this morning from meth byproduct.

Joe, here, he was only ten.

Last year, the Snyders, they fell on tough times.

They bounced from shelter to shelter

until they found that illegal apartment.

Obviously, it wasn't ideal. It wasn't up to code.

But it had walls, roof. It's winter in Chicago.

So they made it a home.

Unfortunately, that home shared a floor with a meth lab.

Now, the best guess is the Snyders were unaware

until the lab had problems.

ME thinks that they smelled the fumes, tried to get out,

but the poison got to them first.

And the whole time, this connects to the Becks?

To Samantha, at least.

Samantha Beck and her father, Richard.

We met them about a month ago, when Samantha was abducted.

The kidnappers had ties to the meth world.

And they ransomed her for $1,000,000,

but dear, old dad refused to pay.

Even though he had two offshore accounts in his name,

still, he didn't blink.

And that is probably why.

The Becks are manufacturing and running mass amounts of meth.

Yeah, I mean, sounds good. But what do we actually have?

We have Samantha visiting the lab

five times in the past few months.

Did she ever visit after the Snyders were killed?

No, at least not on camera.

But every time she did,

she drove the same sedan with dummy plates.

- It was clearly criminal. - But it's nowhere near enough.

Cams don't have Samantha entering or exiting the lab,

and we don't have product.

It's not a coincidence she's there.

She's clearly doing pickups.

We can bring her in, press her on it.

We tried that already. She's loyal.

Look, her father's got her running meth.

I mean, she's not gonna turn on him easy.

We need more.

How much are they running? Who are they selling to?

Where's the remainder of their product now?

I mean, their lab is gone. Are they setting up a new one?

So let's build.

And start with her.

Samantha Beck lives a life of routine.

Single mom.

Drops her kid off at school every morning.

Heads to work.

And she works for her dad at Beck Trucking.

The company carts a ton of above-board products,

so the yard is very secure.

With trucks in and out all day,

you couldn't find a better place

to store and traffic product.

On the outside, they look like a bright family.

Coworkers, good parents. Kid's on the hockey team.

Mom and Grandpa watch his games.

He's a good student. She's involved.

All normal stuff, aside from running meth.

Samantha and her father, they hardly speak

when they're at work.

They keep to themselves.

But we've got Samantha doing drug runs.

It's always Samantha. It's always clean.

She picks up a car at the yard.

She drops it in a lot.

She picks up a new car, drives it back to the yard,

drops it in the garage.

Guessing the cash and product

are in that garage, but we got no eyes.

At the last car exchange,

this man picked up Samantha's sedan.

We followed him all the way to an old house in Wicker Park.

ID'd him as Jeff Corazin. He's a mid-level meth guy.

Deals dope out of the West Side.

These are straight-up dope deals.

And we never have Richard's hands on any of it?

No, he lets his daughter do the dirty work.

We could press Samantha on this.

It's dry conspiracy, but it's something.

What if we did a walled-off stop at the next switch?

Caught her and the buyer at the same time.

We can get her on tighter charges,

and it's a better chance.

There's still no guarantee she gives up her father.

Or... they never saw me.

Richard and Samantha, on her abduction case.

They never saw me. I could go under.

Hey!

Give me the keys! Keys!

- Get away from the car! - No, no, no, no!