Chicago P.D.

Cameras, COHs, bugs--

basically, anything we do long term to invade a life,

it's all gonna go right here,

which means that you have to stamp it by the second.

You do not want to sift through hours

of footage of people's lives.

Trust me on that one.

Is Jay really gone?

Yeah, I think--

I think so.

Anyway--

Here's the good part.

I'ma teach you how to break into a house

and then bug the place to kingdom come.

Here--so we use this right here,

infiltrate a whole block.

Hey, leave those there.

I got you, kid.

I was kid around here for seven years.

You're taking it now.

The most important thing is, you get to know us, a unit.

You know what I mean?

I'm sure everyone else is going deep on the details.

Honestly, far as I'm concerned,

just don't be the dick that drinks all the coffee

and doesn't brew another pot, you know what I'm saying?

No one likes that guy.

Also, never eat my food--

not ever.

That everything?

Yeah, I think so.

It's gonna be real strange around here for a while

without Jay.

It's just...

Gonna be real strange.

Hey, Torres?

Platt wants you.

Do you remember signing in these evidence bags

last week right after the Begman bust?

- Yes, ma'am. - Good.

Do you also remember entering these evidence bags

into my logbook last week?

No, ma'am.

I do not keep this book for fun, Officer Torres.

I keep it so that it'll cover your ass

in the off chance something goes wrong down the line.

So if I were you...

I would fix this little oversight

as soon as possible.

Yo, Dany.

Walk right by, no hello?

'Sup, Mia?

Janie.

Come drink with us.

Nah, I--I can't.

Please, Officer?

Another night.

Rain check.

Provi, you home?

Provi!

Provi!

Provi.

Provi!

Provi.

Provi!

Yeah, yes?

I got a--I got a body, female victim, 40s, GSW--

a--suspected robbery.

I need a crime lab.

I need a--I need--

I need backup to clear.

Yes.

50-21 Ocean.

I'm with Intelligence.

She was calling me for help.

All right, explain it to me. You caught this.

I've known the victim all my life.

She--she's lived here all my life.

Uh-huh.

- But her last call was to you? - Yeah.

I take care of problems around here.

Uh-huh.

I think she called me for help, and...

I never answered.

Huh.

If Intelligence takes this case,

it could get complicated for you.

You need to know that.

And we follow it wherever it goes.

It won't matter that you live here.

You understand what I'm saying?

Yes, sir.

I get it.

All right.

Let's call in the rest of the team.

I don't know, man.

Sure looks like a robbery gone wrong.

Busted the door, ransacked the place,

looking for something.

He was looking for jewels, cash?

No, Provi didn't have any money.

Maybe that's why they beat her.

Notice this.

Defensive wounds on her hands,

which means she probably fought back.

We might get lucky with DNA.

Well, I hope so 'cause we've got no cameras in the complex

and no witnesses so far--

at least none that are willing to talk.

We should do a full workup on that.

Got something.

Oh.

Give me that.

- Are these Glock switches? - Uh-huh.

Those things are going for 3 grand apiece

on the streets right now.

Yeah, it's a small price to turn a semi-auto

into a fully auto.

Ah, this doesn't make sense.

Provi's not in the game.

She's good people.

People are a lot of things.

You might not know her as good as you think you do.

Providencia Marín, 48, single, no children.

ME puts the time of death around early evening.

She was an elementary school teacher for a decade

until health problems kept her home last year.

She still volunteers a couple days a week at St. Joseph's.

Huh.

So why does she have the switches?

Those things put out a full mag in 0.5 seconds,

and gangs are the main ones using them right now.

Got a hit.

Patrol turned up a security cam down the block.

Now, the footage is too crappy to make out the driver,

but the vehicle is registered to Ramiro Diaz, 24.

He's an up-and-coming street dealer

for the Vaqueros One-Eights.

Speeding right past Provi's near time of death.

And this guy right here, he's got priors

- for robbery and assault. - Good, good.

Kev, you and Torres, find Ramiro, shake him.

See if something falls out.

Mm-hm.

Ramiro Diaz?

That's me.

We have some questions for you.

Always do.

Yesterday, early evening, where were you?

Around.

I'm a busy guy.

Uh-huh.

Is that why your car was seen speeding away

from the Claremont Houses?

Nah, man, I ain't kill no lady.

Killed a lady?

I didn't say nothing about killing a lady.

Did you say something about killing a lady?

Didn't need to.

Whole damn block heard.

We got the news faster than you.

- Chuey. - Okay.

Well, if that is the case, then how about you, Chuey,

and rest of the boys meet us over there at the district.

You can tell me what you heard. I'll tell you what I heard.

We can figure this thing out.

I ain't going anywhere with no one.

I already told you I didn't kill no one.

I've seen you around, around the neighborhood.

21st and Loomis.

So you're the one, the guy.

You know, we've been told by the old timers

to avoid your building out of respect.

But you roll up in here accusing me,

treating me like a bitch.

Where's my respect, guy?

Yo, a woman's dead.

If you know anything--

If I know anything?

Come on, 21st and Loomis, enough cop talk.

What you really wanna say?

It's in your best interest to cooperate.

Well, I say screw your interests.

Screw your murder.

And screw you...

Cop.

Okay, look, if you don't want to help, that's fine.

But respectfully, I'ma have to pop you for the bag of weed

you got in your pocket--

over 30 grams, I'm sure.

All right, Ramiro, step back. We're not causing--

Nah, nah, nah, I got this.

This is how you wanna handle this?

Hiding behind that badge like some weak-ass coward?

Come on. I heard of you.

- You can do better. - Whoa! Hey, hey, hey!

And that's battery on a police officer, my guy.

How about that?

- What the hell? - Oh, you know what the hell.

Don't say what the hell like that.