Chicago P.D.

It's a little undeveloped, but look at that.

You're gonna spend all your money.

Damn right.

We got something.

Came back Chi-Teen Arts.

- Who runs it? - Celeste Nichols.

I know her. Met her at a bar.

But she does not know I'm a cop,

so I'll work her.

You do that.

Whoever this kid is, I can help.

Killed in police custody!

Lewis was riding in a patrol car

with two Black officers.

They didn't protect him.

- I gotta tell you. - No.

None of this is on you.

I think you are a very good man, Kevin.

Okay, that's it.

You're all set.

- That's it? - Yeah.

It's all yours.

Your very own tenant property.

Or the start of one.

You're a brave man.

You keep saying that.

Burnside probably needs more people like you.

Dreamers.

Good luck.

Oh, city workers got all the moves.

- Heads up, left step. - Uh-oh.

Come here.

Bring it in.

Families at your new building, they're gonna love you.

Yeah? Why you say that?

"If I could say it in words,

there would be no reason to paint."

Edward Hopper said that.

I thought that was Eddie.

I got you something.

- What? - Come on.

- You ready? - Yeah.

Present to celebrate you officially signing

property in Burnside.

- Truly, I-- - You like?

- I love it. - Yeah?

A happy Black family united.

Who painted it?

My student, Bobby.

He usually does these giant murals,

but, um, I asked him to do something

a little smaller,

and this is what he came up with.

I mean, he just might as well make one out of this.

Huh?

Do a mural on my building.

On your bui--yeah?

Yeah, paint the whole damn wall.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

Let me guess... maintenance call.

- Jordan. - Mm.

Locked himself out of his car in the burbs.

I got to pop his locks.

Poppin' locks in your job description?

- No, ma'am. - Mm-mm.

- Thank God for city jobs. - Amen.

Tell Jordan I said hello, again.

I will.

- Tell Bobby I want to meet him. - Yeah.

Yeah.

I'll be back.

Yo, Burgess.

Hey, where you been?

Your calls are going straight to voicemail.

I was with Jordan.

- What we got? - Two more bodies.

- Carfentanil again? - Yeah.

ME's prelim is linking it to Tovar's bad batch.

Same cheap heroin mixed with the same carfentanil.

Guy's not slowing down.

Their three-year-old was in the car.

Names were John and Tessa Barkley.

They'd just spoken to their in-laws.

They were about to drop their daughter off

on their way to rehab.

Start a new life.

Old one got in the way.

Guess they wanted one more high.

Died for it.

All right, that's eight bodies now.

We got eight bodies 'cause of Tovar's bad dope.

All right, where are we at with your unwitting?

I'm in deep with Jimmy,

but I've been buying pretty smart.

That guy's not a heavy, Sarge.

So push him up to be one.

Get him on the hook for a big buy, tonight.

I want his boss, Tovar, off the street right now.

So make it happen.

I got it.

Well, all I'm saying is I don't know why

- it had to be tonight. - Jimmy.

I've been pressing you for weeks, dog.

- Don't do that. - And I've made it happen.

I've pulled through for you, right?

It's gonna be two and a half bricks.

Yo, Nando, you in there?

Yeah.

Don't say a damn word about it to my brother,

all right?

I told him we going to play pool.

Ese, come on.

Yo, what the hell you eating?

Macro load. Gotta be up.

You working on that left hook, champ?

His left hook is fine.

But yo, don't be up too late, all right?

You gotta train early in the morning.

Mm-hmm.

And yeah, work on that left hook.

- All right, champ-- - All right, Kev.

And Nando was like wah!

And this man just dropped like a ton of bricks.

One of these days, Nando will realize

that you cannot play pool.

My pool game's aces.

And my brother's never gonna find out

about any of this.

I told you, I ain't gonna say nothing.

This place is one of Tovar's drop houses.

We drop the cash, take the dope.

- Voilà. - Let's go.

Ain't this house a little obvious?

I think that's why Tovar likes it.

Buys up fancy-ass houses,

leaves them empty except for the dope.

Kind of feel bad for this dude.

Honestly, if he wasn't selling drugs

that were killing people, I'd kind of like him.

Kim?

Lawyer?

Yeah. She hasn't called me,

so I called her again.

I know, I know. She told me to stop too.

Hey, she said it was gonna take a while.

Okay?

We don't even know if this guy's got

a real custody case for Makayla.

- Right? - Yeah.

Yeah.

I got it all planned out.

My brother fighting two more matches,

and be fighting

- in the UFC after that. - Uh-huh.

I'll be out of the game for good.

Come buy me a big old house like this one,

be kicking it up with three fine-ass Filipinas--

"Big Love" Latin-style. Look at that.

- That is exactly right. - I hear you.

And Nando will never know how we got there.

Hey, man.

What the hell is this?

Nobody's supposed to be there, right?

Tell me how a drop and go

turned into a meet and greet, Jim?

I don't know.

What the hell are y'all doing here?

Tovar's orders for your little deal.

My little deal.

Look, I don't need Tovar's babysitters

for someone I did four plays with already.

You want to tell him that?

Who's gonna tell him that?

Somebody gotta tell him that.

Yeah, give them the cash.

- Just give him the cash? - Yeah.

Give it to 'em.

What the hell is really going on, Jim?

I just paid for two and a half keys,

and y'all only gave me two.

That's what we were told is yours.

No, no, no, no. Why you gotta do all that?

- No, we good. - It is what it is.

We good, we good. No, no, no. Nah, we good.

Settled. Right?

Got your money. Keep it moving.

We got no problems.

- We good. - It's one of Tovar's things.

Act of trust, right?

- Well, Tovar's-- - No, no, no, no.

We're gonna get it right.

- Yo-- - That's all good, bro.

I'ma talk to you outside, man. Let's get up out of here.

Hold up.

- Yo, hold up, please. - Whoa, no, bro.

- Don't touch me, bro. - No, no, I'm sorry, bro.

Because if I whooped your ass,

I'd be wrong, wouldn't I?

- I warned you, man. - 'Cause I trusted you, man,

and you just got me ripped off, dog.