Chicago P.D.

The chief's son is trafficking underage girls.

There are over two dozen girls

that have gone through his doors that no longer exist.

I run a Safe Place program.

This is me helping the kids in my care.

I don't care who your father is.

You can't tail me and you can't be

on the premises without permission.

My dad says you're falling off the deep end.

We got to be patient.

- If there's something-- - There is.

There's something there.

We should loop in the rest of the team.

That way, we always have eyes.

I want to keep this between you and me.

- Anything? - Nothing yet.

Listen, Trudy's noticed how much you've been working.

Don't worry, I'm not putting in for the OT.

When's the last time you slept?

In a bed?

All right, I'll take Sean tonight.

No, it's okay. I got it.

Victor Helms, his face lit up in facial rec.

He's indexed in just about every system we got.

Arrested for involuntary sexual servitude,

transport of a minor,

enticement and harboring of a child.

He's slippery as hell. Never been convicted.

But all these arrests, every single one

tell the same story.

This man right here is sex trafficking children.

He just met up with Sean O'Neal an hour ago.

They exchanged something.

Bag's squared off, weighted.

- It's got to be cash. - Mm.

This is it.

Right?

Yeah.

All right.

I'm gonna call in the team.

Until this is over, we all remain visible

downstairs and up here, like everything's normal.

Trudy'll keep eyes on the front gate like always.

But if someone does make it up here,

this is what we're working on.

My arts and crafts project.

Operation Golden Triangle.

A splinter cartel with a new smuggling route,

Durango to Chicago--

all fake, just in case.

All right, our real work,

our real work lives here.

Listen, we got to keep this in the dark away from the chief.

Everything's labeled 99 confidential.

I've issued a bogus I-number.

Anything you do on any computer,

you link it to that number.

All right, hit it.

Sean O'Neal, 32.

Father, grandfather, both cops.

Small sheet, all low-grade drug stuff.

He's an addict, sober now, white knuckle sober.

Victor Helms, 44, multiple arrests, but no convictions.

You name letters, they've been after him--

ISP, FBI, SIU.

Two years ago, he was indicted again,

this time for pimping out minors.

But the case fell apart-- fruit of the poisonous tree.

So he walked.

Sean O'Neal is grooming girls at Safe Place.

He's got to be picking junkies, runaways.

Yeah, the ones no one's looking for.

Once he gets them in that pipeline,

my working theory is, he sells them to Helms.

Helms holds them, runs them day to day,

and then hires men like Malcolm Kenning

that we found with Abby as an enforcer.

Helms is running them.

There'll be a property trail, a place to hold them.

Yeah, so we start at the bottom.

Gonna work this just like any narcotics case.

We start low to go high.

We need an in to Victor Helms.

We nail Helms, we can get him to flip for Sean O'Neal.

So find me a lowlife, someone who does business

with these pricks, a bottom feeder,

someone who can get us close.

All right, find me a name.

Hey.

I got it. I got a name.

Martin Daniels, 36.

Man's buried deep in Helms's recent case file,

the one that got tossed.

He was supposed to be a protected grand jury witness.

He gave a sworn depo in exchange

for his own solicitation charges being dropped.

Yeah, he's a john.

Who operated in Helms's circle.

He has an online handle.

I mean, he changed the name,

but he kept the same IP address.

"RustAndStardust"?

A "Lolita" reference.

All right.

So let's set the bait.

We find a rookie cop who fits the part.

Just step light.

Let's move.

If Daniels gets too close to her,

he's gonna know she's not 17.

Sure, but we've got his messages to her,

requests for specific sex acts.

Really, we just need him to drop the cash and we move.

This whole case is relying on a brand-new PPO.

Yeah, but Torres vouched for her.

We're good, Hailey.

Is this what's been keeping you out

of the district, this case?

I don't mean to--you just--

you seem worn down.

Sorry.

It's all right.

Yeah, I--I've been tailing Sean since Abby's case.

Oh.

I haven't gone home in a while.

I haven't really wanted to.

All right, look alive. I got the car.

Gray SUV with Indiana plates.

Todd, Mary, Paul, 382.

All right.

Plates check out. It's him.

Got a positive on Daniels. Castillo, you good?

I'm good.

- Ready to go. - Copy you.

All right, Kim, you're on.

Text sent.

Okay, he's on the move.

Headed up the stairs now.

He's in.

Hi, Amelia.

Don't!

I like it dark.

I get shy.

What do you want to do?

Everything.

Everything gets pretty expensive.

Yeah, but some things are worth paying for.

Daniels just pulled out his wallet.

Are you trying to play some kind of game with me?

What?

Kim, do we have a cash exchange?

No cash, no go word. Hold.

How old are you, Amelia?

Oh, no.

How old do you want me to be?

I want you to be as old as I was promised,

as old as I am paying for!

I am. I can be that old.

Damn it.

I'm only giving you half.

- That's fine. - We got cash!

Go, go, go!

That's fine?

What do you mean, that's fine?

- Who are you? - Hey, stay right there!

Hey.

Marty.

Take it easy there, Marty. We're police.

- Chicago PD! - Keep your hands up!

Slow down. Hey!

Hey! Whoa!

Jeez.

No. No!

You're done. Hands behind your back.

Don't move! Stop moving! Stop!

Put your hands behind your back.

You did business with Victor Helms, Marty.

- You admitted that years ago. - But not anymore.

That's what I'm saying.

Not anymore.

I don't talk to him.

I don't--I don't know how to get a hold of him.

I know.

I got issues.

Like getting mad when they're over 17?

No.

I'm doing better.

Mm-hmm, yeah, you are.

I see that they made you deacon at the church,

real pillar of the community.

Got yourself married and everything.

Some pretty nasty language you used to get our officer

into bed with you, Marty.

You talk to your wife like that?

I wonder how she would feel if she

saw these messages, or your pastor,

your boss, everyone you know.

What do you want from me?

I want Victor Helms.

You know, you don't get what you're walking into.