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A maverick billionaire...

My name is Gideon Reeves.

I built an empire making rockets, computers, robots...

Made over $100 billion. Know how I did it?

I'm an engineer.

Touched by tragedy...

The money! No!

My friend has been shot.

Where the hell are you people?!

Takes on the biggest engineering challenge.

Of his career...

I want justice for Elliot James Sully.

Give me the 13th District to run.

A civilian can't take over a police district.

They can, with a special appointment from this committee.

To revolutionize a police force...

Technology doesn't solve cases, cops do.

You haven't met my technology.

Wow...

And save a city.

You guys are my partners.

We're gonna change the world.

On behalf of Reeves Industries,

Welcome to the nerdgasm event of the year,

The silicon super bowl for the pasty and clever,

The windy city tech summit!

Holograms! Right?

Who here loves a good hologram?

Yes, that's what I thought.

So, as chief sponsor of today's festivities,

That amazing-ness is what Reeves is all about.

Making you see things in a new way,

Changing the world,

One awesome, mind-blowing demonstration at a time!

We love you, Gideon!

Yes. All right.

Well, that's enough of me,

At least until my keynote speech later,

Which is gonna be great, that I can tell you.

So, without further ado...

You know what? Actually, I want to say one more thing.

So, there have been some reports in the press lately.

That have been less than kind to me and my company.

One described me as a "flailing ceo with cop fantasies."

I just want to say to all the haters out there,

This company is stronger than ever.

Just to prove it,

I want to bring up my chairman of the board.

She doesn't want to come up. Everybody,

Could you just give her a little bit of love, please?

Yes.

She has been a wonderful,

Wonderful friend since my mit days, and a tireless supporter.

Of Reeves Industries...

The brilliant and beautiful...

You smart-ass son of a... Lauren fitch,

Ladies and gentlemen! Yes!

You guys are great!

Let the nerding out begin!

Yeah!

Welcome to the windy city tech summit.

Yeah, nice try, Gideon.

What? I was just introducing you to the convention.

Are you not my good friend? Hi.

Are you not the chairman of my board?

The chairwoman of... Chair human...

Whatever you are, you're very good at what you do.

If you think kissing my ass in public is going to make up.

For your falling revenue, you are sorely mistaken.

What? Sorry.

I got distracted when you mentioned your ass.

All right, and flirting's not gonna work either.

You are bleeding money with this new little cop hobby.

Please. Relax.

We've done this dog and pony show so many times,

We could wear a leash.

And a saddle, which you would look great in, actually.

Stop. For next time.

Stop it.

This one is different.

Yeah. Hey.

Wait. Gideon, don't you want to go inside?

What? In there? No. God, no. I'll be mobbed.

Autographs, unsolicited pitches...

All right, well, you should be happy.

That they still want you to kiss their babies.

They might not love you for much longer.

What? Come on. What's not to love?

Gideon, trust me when I tell you,

If this convention doesn't go off without a hitch,

This very well could be our last.

This is the first time in your career where you've dug.

Yourself into a hole, and I don't know if I can dig you out.

If you don't stop checking those crime stats,

I'm gonna shove that phone so far down your throat,

There's gonna be a new crime.

For your little friends to investigate.

All right. God, murderous rage is...

It's very attractive on you.

Come on. I'm gonna kill you.

While Mr. Reeves is attending this conference,

We're gonna be running things.

A little more rough and ready around here.

Not to worry.

We'll still have the basics,

But nobody's gonna be inventing.

Any new robots, at least not until he gets back.

So,

Eyes and ears open. Let's get out there.

Murphy?

Need to talk to you for a minute.

You should head down to 77th and freemont.

What is it? Homicide.

Twentysomething found his roommate dead.

Apparently, the victim was meeting with someone.

About an online sale.

Is that all we got?

That and his laptop.

Great. What am I supposed to do with a laptop?

I mean, without Gideon here,

The only technical support I have is police i.T.,

And they still use fax machines.

Well, maybe you should take her.

Ada? To a crime scene?

Unless you got a better idea.

She is the computer girl around here. Ada?

You're going out on a murder with Murphy.

What? Why me?

I'm not even a cop.

I don't look like a cop, I don't act like a cop,

I especially don't dress like a cop.

Don't worry. Just follow my lead.

So what am I supposed to do?

It's gonna be fine. Just watch.

I'll let you know if we need anything.

Try not to yak.

It's a first-time murder scene thing.

Yeah.

Okay.

So you discovered josh's body.

When you got home? Yeah. I just got the new.

Total combat, was psyched to play it,

And then I found him,

You know,

Out of lives.

Okay, um, he was meeting someone from the internet?

Do you know who?

Sorry, I don't.

All right, just wait outside.

We'll finish your statement later.

Did you get anything?

No, it is password-protected, so it's gonna take a while.

You can do something, right? Like, hack it?

I mean, I could try a brute force attack.

Or a cryptography approach.

The password's mookie22, capital "m."

That'll work.

You seem annoyingly cheerful.

Sorry.

You know, Gideon's at his little conference thing,

And, you know, it just feels good.

To be back to basics, you know?

Yeah, just when you were warming up to the new toys.

Some of 'em. But the drone, though?

No. Thing freaks me out.

You know, it's always there, watching, hovering above us.

I'm always afraid it's gonna take my head off.

Man, yesterday we wrestled two drunk dudes with knives.

You seriously worried about a drone?

The robots always turn on the humans eventually.

Terminator, westworld.

It's just a matter of time.

What is it?

Possible suicide.

I hate suicide calls. Roll it to a beat car.

We're in a beat car.

And besides, you can't stand it.

When other cops try to put their crap on us.

I'm just saying that suicide calls are the worst.

It's just... It's depressing as hell.

Call came from a 19-year-old student at rockwell. Yeah.

Address is a dorm.

We're not punting this.

I haven't seen Evan since yesterday.

What's going on?

We just need to check his room.

Yeah.

Evan Finley, Chicago police.

You in there?

Open up!

Open it.

Okay.

Good. It's nothing.

We dodged a bullet. Maybe he did, too.

You don't know that.

Well, hopefully,

He changed his mind and went and got some pizza.

Speaking of, um, let's go get some lunch or something.

We're not done here.

How much longer is this gonna take?