- Didn't you grow up in Garfield Park?
- I did.
This is where my mother lives.
- You're wearing your hair different.
- I guess it has been three years.
There's a fundraiser here on Wednesday night.
Let's keep the talk of your job to a minimum.
- My mom and dad had a one-night stand.
My mom's family disapproves.
My daddy raised me on his own.
- Hey.
Get in, get in. - Hey.
Sorry, I'm still getting the hang of this.
- You're good.
You know, I really don't mind catching the L.
- Are you gonna say that every time?
You are not an inconvenience.
It's all good.
- Thanks.
- And it's just six more weeks and
you'll be back to full duty. - Yeah.
- It's gonna fly by.
[phone buzzing]
- She does call a lot, huh?
- Yeah.
- What if it's an emergency though?
- If Patricia Dixon was in trouble,
I'd been hearing about it from the National Guard.
A'ight?
- Units in the Ninth District, we're getting calls
of shots fired at Ahmed Jewelers.
Randolph and Maypole.
Possible armed robbery in progress.
The alarm has been activated.
- That's right by us.
- Nah... - No, take it.
I'll stay in the car.
Really. I'll hold your six.
- 5021 King. Squad hold us down.
Responding to a possible armed robbery on Randolph.
- 10-4, 5021 King.
Units be advised,
we have plainclothes officers responding...
[alarms blaring]
- Dante, I can't clear
and also watch your six. - Limited duty.
I'll be limited.
I'll stay right here.
- 5021 King.
I've arrived on the scene of the armed robbery.
Call's bona fide. I'm entering now.
Keep the cars rolling.
Chicago PD!
Police! Hands!
Let me see your hands!
Chicago PD!
Chicago PD.
[clattering]
5021 King.
I got two down, DOAs.
Possible offender still on scene in rear of store.
I need backup.
- Copy, 5021 King. Backup en route.
- Chicago PD!
Call out!
Police!
Hands! Let me see your hands!
5021 King.
I got offender fleeing out the south alley.
White male, maroon jacket, black pants.
Stop! Stop right there!
Stop!
I got him, Dante.
Get up, get up.
- [panicked groans]
- Put your hands up.
Now, what's your name? - Louis.
Louis. I'm Louis.
- What were you doing in there, Louis, huh?
You got a weapon on you? - No, no.
I never touched a gun in my whole life.
- Well, why were you in that store, huh?
- I just-- - You just what?
You just smashed into the place?
You shot an employee? - What? No.
It was open. I didn't smash into the place.
The door was open. I went in there after.
There were these three guys, OK?
They had on masks.
Like, they were, like, human, but dead-looking,
creepy as hell masks.
Do I look like I have a mask on to you?
I didn't rob that place.
I just saw an opportunity and I took it, that's all.
- Come on.
[tense music]
- What did you get? - Smash and grab.
Three-man crew. The store had interior cameras.
Caught the robbery on film.
Apparently, the tweaker we found inside,
he was telling the truth.
- Oh, well, let's not give him a gold star yet.
The junkie was looting the store.
- All offenders were masked, gloved, and similar height
and weight, around 6'3".
Tweaker said he saw them flee in a beat-up gray sedan
missing hubcap.
Didn't see the plates.
- Huh.
The victim?
- ID'd him as the owner, Dev Ahmed.
Now, cam showed that he was trying
to lock up a quarter after 7:00 and the crew smashed inside.
One offender kept his gun trained
on Dev while the other two smashed the place up.
- This took time.
It's time they could have been using to load up jewelry.
- They only grabbed a few pieces,
shoved them into a backpack,
and then Dev pulled a Glock.
One of the offenders panicked, shot him three times,
but Dev managed to fire off one round before he dropped.
- So the prints came back to an Amir Jackson.
I just got off the phone with the university.
This kid was an honor student at Cole.
He had a full ride.
- Why did his prints hit?
- 'Cause he had a DUI nine months ago.
Just talked to the county clerk.
He finished all of his community service
and attended all his AA classes
right before the court deadline.
- And then he ended up on a smash and grab.
There's no GSR.
He's not Dev's shooter.
- All right, dig into him.
Find out how the hell he ended up here
and who he's with, and find that getaway car.
- Copy.
Got it.
2000 Toyota Avalon, missing hubcap.
Ran a red light on Ashland and Grand,
two blocks from Ahmed Jewelers
three minutes after we arrived on scene.
It's got to be the getaway car. - Can we see inside?
- Uh, the windows are tinted,
but the camera did pick off the plates.
Wait a second.
Here we go.
Car's registered to a Ruby Rios, 25.
Lives in Pilsen. - Does she have a sheet?
- Yeah, a couple pinches for drug possession, one assault.
All arrests happened outside the strip club
that she works at, Satin Gentlemen's Club.
- In Little Village. - Have you been there?
- Once, thank you. Place is a dump.
- Offenders are all 6'3". - Well, she doesn't fit.
But she didn't report her car stolen either.
[door shuts] - Ran the particulars.
Two armed robberies in the last two weeks popped,
one in Cicero, one in Maywood.
Three armed offenders, masks, gloves, similar weight,
height, smash and grab, used spray paint,
hardly took a thing.
- OK, what about the getaway car?
- No, but we're still scouring PODs.
- Sure sounds like our offenders.
I mean, in all three of these robberies,
the offenders, they just didn't take much.
- Yeah, sounds like they're more interested
in the thrill than the loot.
- Three in the last two weeks--
that means they're not gonna wait long to get another hit.
All right, Kim, Kev, go talk to Ruby.
Ruzek, comb through the other robberies.
The rest of us, we keep digging into Amir.
Let's go.
- Hm, I don't see any Toyota hooptie.
[knocks]
[both speaking Spanish]
- If y'all had a warrant,
y'all wouldn't be standing there
like a couple Jehovah's Witnesses.
Badges. I want to see them.
Bet you knowing Spanish as a white lady
scored you extra points in the application process.
- Where were you last night, Ruby?
- I was working. - Where's your car?
- 2000 Toyota Avalon,
gray, four wheels, an engine.
- I know what my car look like.
Why do you care?
- It was used in the commission for an armed robbery.
Where is it?
- Somebody jacked it.
And no, I don't know who or why.
- Why didn't you report it stolen?
- Cars get jacked here all the time.
And I just found out an hour ago my Avalon is MIA.
I'm getting ready for work.
Didn't have time to do nothing. - OK.
Anyone else use your car? - Just me.
- You didn't loan it out to anybody?
- No.
- Amir Jackson, you ever loan it to him?
- Amir who?
Now, look, I know y'all are doing your job,
but I'm running late for mine.
More questions, officers,
swing by Satin's in Little Village.
Ask for Ruby Diamond.
You won't be disappointed.
- Her alibi checks out, but I think she's lying.
Felt like she knew Amir.
- Maybe not well, but there's definitely
a connection somehow.
- We did a deep dive on Amir's socials.
I saw basic college bro stuff.
- That's him, and that's Ruby.
There are multiple photos taken on the same nights
of our robberies hours after the stores were hit.
- They smash and grab, then celebrate.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Ruby is involved
or she knows way more than she's letting on.
- Anyone else in the pictures match our offender stats?
- No, no, but we're still running.
- Oh, when was her last possession pop?
- Six months ago.
Her club's been indexed by Narcotics.
They believe that the girls are selling
to the customers inside.
- So Ruby doesn't want to talk, that's fine.
We'll get her on a buy bust, then she'll be talking.
Ruzek, you and Cook make it happen.
- All right.
[thumping R&B music]
- Thank you. Yes!
- Hey. - Hey.
Can I get two Jameson's, and you want a beer, too, right?
- No, no, I can't do another shot.
- Yes, you can, yes, you can. - I can't do another shot.
- You're celebrating not getting evicted, baby.
Now, we need two shots, two Pilsners,
and if you see his ass sipping a damn shot,
you kick him out of here. - You got it.
- All right. - Oh, man.
Don't be rude. Don't be rude.
She's on stage.
[bottles clink]
- All right, all right, give it up for Ruby Diamond.
- What about this one?
- We now have Coco on stage one.
Let's give her some love. Coco on stage one.
- Let's see a dance from her. - Hey, baby.
- Oh, I love her. - Ruby!
- It's her. It's her.
Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me, excuse me.
How much for a private dance with her?
- With her? - Yeah.
- All right, hold on. Ruby.
[chill pop music]
- Will you stop looking so miserable, man?
Come on, lighten the hell up.
- I'm light.
- We're here because he almost lost his place,
but then he ended up getting the money and then some.
- Mm, that's good.
You should celebrate.
- Mm. See? See?
I told you, we should celebrate.
I knew she'd agree with me.
- Your turn? - Yeah.
But I need some more drinks. - Mm-hmm.
- No, I can't. I can't do any more drinks.
I need to balance out.
I need a little something different.
- I ain't got nothing else. All right?
So I'm just gonna get us some shots.
- Hold it. Can you help us out please?
You know anybody nearby who can hook us up?
- Maybe.
Hook you up with what?
- Well, what do you know of?
- I know all sorts. - Oh.
We just need a little bump.
- And we're not overpaying.
I came here once when Sydney was working here,
and she completely worked me over.
The blow wasn't even good. - Shut the hell up.
You don't even pay anyway... - I pay.
- So what difference does it make?
You got some?
- [chuckles]
Y'all expect me to believe this?
Really? What are you, Vice?
Narcotics?
Are you rolling with the same popo
giving me the Spanish Inquisition about my car?
I invited them here, not their friends.
[dramatic music]
- Ruby, we know you know Amir Jackson.
You lied about it. We need to know why.
- Fine.
You obviously want something real bad from me,
so I'll play ball, if and when
you tell me what's in it for me.
And the price is gonna be damn high.
- So then these slick-ass cops
try and hit my homegirl Mari
with aiding and abetting charges.
I know Mari since fifth grade.
Girl could have been one of them seven dwarves
to Snow White.
She's tiny. You feel me? - Yeah.
Yeah, I get the reference.
- But Mari can throw down
better than some dudes twice her size.
Seriously.
I seen it with my own two eyes.
So no way them popo were gonna scare her into ratting,
not without proper compensation.
- So how much did your homegirl Mari get?
- 20 Gs. - Oh, OK.
- That wasn't no knock-knock joke.
That's what happened. Bible.
[door opens]
- What do you got, Ruby?
- I say nothing until I know I'm getting paid.
My price is 20k.
- Yeah, well, see, I think there's been
a little misunderstanding.
- What do you mean?
I mean, you lied to my officers.
You knew Amir.
You knew what he was using your car for.
I can book you for accessory to murder right now.
- What? No, you can't.
That's circumstantial, which in your world
means you got nada.
- Girl, if you knew my world,
you'd know that I hand the state's attorney
charges based on circumstantial evidence often.
Ruby,
you're a stripper with three priors,
a mountain of debt,
and you got a bad attitude.
You think good defense attorneys
are just gonna be lining up to help you?
I'm here to tell you something.
You will do years in the joint.
You feel me? Years.
Your abuela,
she's gonna be all on her own.
I'll tell you something else, girl.
While you're at Shawnee,
I'ma do a sweep of that club of yours for drugs,
and I'll be sure to tell the owner
that you're the reason for the warrant,
and you know he's gonna tell his friends.
So by the time you finally do get out,
there's gonna be no jobs or friends left for you.
Should I keep going?
Now, did you loan your car to Amir?
- No.
- Then who?
- Damone.
- Who's Damone?
- Customer.
- So you loan your car to all your customers?
- Just the ones I'm screwing.
- What's Damone's last name?
- Russell. - Russell.
Did you know what he was using your car for?
- No.
- There were three offenders.
Who's the third?
- I don't know. - Who's the third?
- I don't know.
I don't know nothing about no robbery.
I just loaned my car.
[door slams]
- That wasn't necessary.
- Excuse me?
- That in there, the way you spoke to her.
That wasn't necessary.
- A man died,
a man with a wife, children,
business he spent his life building.
He's dead 'cause a couple young men wanted a thrill.
- Yes, but I could have broken her.
- That fast?
- It wasn't necessary.
We got a suspect.
- You're kidding me. That's Damone Russell.
That kid's a student at Cole. He's a basketball superstar.
They're calling him the next Steph Curry.
Kev, hey, check this out.
- Damone, Cole hoops, he's a suspect?
- Picture's on the board.
- He's locked in for the first round in the draft.
He's doing smash and grabs?
- He matches the offender stats
and we've got corroborating witness testimony
that Ruby gave him her car.
- Can we put him at the scene? - No.
There's nothing new from forensics or PODs.
Nothing on his cell phone that points to any of the offenders,
no matches on ballistics,
no hits on the getaway car itself,
and we ran almost all of Amir's known associates.
No leads there, either.
- All right, so let's gamble.
We'll bring him in before he can get his ducks in a row.
Scare him for 48. Get him to talk.
All right, you two, let's go.
- Kim, you send me the address?
Everything else you got. - Will do.
- Nice. Free throw.
Wait, wait. Hold on, hold on.
Hey, this is a closed practice.
You can't be in here.
- We're police. Come on.
We need you to come down to the district with us.
- Why? - We need to talk to you.
- Well, I don't go anywhere with police.
- Would you be more comfortable here?
I mean, we can interview you here
in front of your teammates.
We just want to discuss the felony murder charges
in which you're a person of interest.
[tense music]
- Let's go.
- We have the right to hold you for 48 hours.
If we do not charge you after those 48 hours are up,
we let you go. - Do you follow?
- But Damone came here on his own,
so we will ask him questions. - You will not.
- My lawyers, bitch.
- We have every right to hold Damone for 48 hours.
- Is my client under arrest, Sergeant?
- You know he's not.
- Ma'am, I'm asking Sergeant Voight.
- Excuse me? - And she answered.
He is not.
But we can talk to him all we want.
You're welcome to sit beside him.
- He's not going anywhere near an interview room.
If you take him upstairs, I call the mayor.
He was just at Cole University's
home game last week.
Spent over an hour talking to Damone
about how he's an inspiration to Chicago's youth.
- You're saying this kid is above the law
because he plays basketball?
- Damone's name, image, and likeness
are $4 million and counting.
That name, image, and likeness are not going
anywhere near the police.
Unless you want to fight some more,
have me call the mayor, or actually start
making charges I know you don't have,
we're done here.
[tense music]
[knocks] - Yeah.
- Any luck?
- This kid is apparently bulletproof.
- Money.
What about Ruby?
- What about her?
- Damone Russell's image is pristine,
yet he's been ripping smash and grabs and screwing Ruby.
He's getting something out of it.
He doesn't like the world he lives in.
He doesn't like his image.
- OK. How does Ruby fit in?
- I flip her as a CI.
I get this girl. I can work her.
She reaches out to Damone,
offers him a good time, an escape,
I think he'll take it.
- She works him, gets a confession.
You ever had a CI of your own before?
- No.
I can handle it.
- Well, then, flip her.
Hey, you take Ruzek with you.
He can back you up.
- So you two are my knights in shining armor now?
- You wanted to work with us.
- No, I didn't want to work with you.
- Yeah, we can give you cash.
We can give you that.
- If I wear a wire. - Well, yeah.
Yeah, that's the deal.
But, Ruby, if at any point you feel like it's going south,
you just walk away.
- I can't get you 20k, but I can get you half,
and that's enough to buy you time
to figure out your next move.
- What? 'Cause I can't like what I do?
- I didn't say that.
- Sure you did.
- It is ten grand.
That's good money. - Tax-free.
- Mm-hmm.
So then I can become worthwhile with all my ten grand.
- I didn't say that.
[cell phone chirps]
- Well, I had to call your father
to confirm you weren't dead.
That was fun.
Kiana, whether you want to admit it or not,
I'm your mother. - Ready to go.
- And I'm trying to turn--
- That's your ma?
Not going down without a fight, huh?
- No.
- You don't want to know if it's real?
- Nah, been there, done that.
I used to go there every summer as a kid.
I spent two months trying to do everything perfect,
play the part, just so she'd spend five minutes with me.
- And? - And she never did.
- All right, well, here we go.
- Hey, baby.
You've been partying without me?
Now, that's not very nice. - Yeah, I've had a few.
What, you like me again?
I thought you was mad at me,
wasn't gonna speak to me again--
- Boy, I just got mad.
I've been hot for you since the moment I saw you.
Ain't nothing new.
- No, I don't know if I believe that.
I don't know why you would want me.
- Come on,
let's go somewhere private.
- I'll tell you what. She's pretty good.
- Mm-hmm.
- Let's go.
[chill pop music]
- Mind you got change for a ten?
- Yeah.
[door shuts]
- Ruby. - [moans]
You can talk to me. - Just stop. Stop it.
Just stop!
Ruby, stop!
Listen to me.
Did you tell the police I had your whip?
- No. - Look, I get it if you did.
- Let go of me. Let me dance.
- I shouldn't have yelled at you.
- Let go of me.
- I didn't mean anything I said.
I don't want you to dance.
I want you to tell me if you told the cops.
Did you tell them 'cause you were mad at me?
- Atwater, is there any way you can get us eyes?
- Is that why they picked me up?
Ruby, you told me you cared.
You acted like you loved me.
- I did care. - Listen to me.
I didn't mean anything I said. I love you, Ruby.
I love you.
I got--
- What the hell just happened?
Hey, Kev, I need you to get me eyes.
First door on the right.
[tense music]
Damn, this ain't the bathroom?
Hey, they're not in here. They must've went out the back.
- All right, that's them.
That's Damone's vehicle.
- I told her not to go mobile.
- Well, we can roll 'em up right now
or we can tail them.
It's your call.
- Tail them. - All right.
- So where the hell are they going?
But why would she get in the car?
I told her don't get in the--
[horn honks, tires squeal]
Where are they going?
[horn blaring]
I can't get in. - I got it.
Cut her off at the alley. - Bet.
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on,
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.
[tires squeal]
[beeping]
- I don't have eyes.
Kiana?
- No, I don't have eyes either.
I don't have 'em.
Oh, damn it, Ruby! Damn it.
- What the hell happened? Where is she?
- We don't know.
The Audi's been in the wind for about an hour.
We got BOLOs out.
- Her phone? - She left it in the club.
[phone rumbles] - OK, LKAs?
- We sent squads out.
We've got nothing on them yet, Sarge.
- Is she in danger? - I don't know.
Damone was pressing her about talking to the cops,
but he also said that he loved her,
and then he mentioned that they had a fight.
I don't know. - We got a hit on our BOLO.
Patrol ID'd Damone's Audi at a motel off West Ogden.
- Let's go.
[suspenseful music]
- What the hell?
- What are you doing here?
- Are you OK?
Where's Damone?
- He left.
What do you mean, am I OK?
- Bring her back to 21. We're all clear.
- What are you doing here, Ruby?
What the hell happened to your wire?
- Nothing happened. It's right here.
- I told you not to go mobile,
and I damn sure didn't tell you to check into a motel,
screw the man, or touch your wire.
- I didn't touch the wire.
What are you mad about?
I got you everything you wanted.
Weren't you listening?
- Get dressed.
- Look, I'm telling you, Damone was on one.
No way I was gonna get y'all
what you wanted when he wasn't straight,
so I took him to that motel to work my magic.
It's not my damn fault your wire system went bust.
- You did a heat run.
- What the hell is a heat run?
- You tried to dust us.
- I took a shortcut.
I thought Chicago's finest could keep up.
Look, Damone was in a mood.
He kept apologizing for the other night
when he called me his stripper bitch side piece,
so I cheered him up at the motel.
I got him talking.
- And?
- And he didn't pop nobody.
He said some assclown named Clay Watson did.
- Clay Watson, the equipment manager for the team.
- I don't know.
Damone said Clay likes to act like some big shot badass.
Clay's been smash and grabbing,
popped the owner on the last hit,
gave all the bloody jewelry to his girl.
I'm sure you can find proof of that.
Clay is who you want.
[suspenseful music]
- Get out of here. Move.
- Chicago PD!
Search warrant!
- Stop moving! Ah!
It's locked. Clay Watson!
- [grunts] Stop!
Stop right there! - Stop moving.
- Get back. Stop!
- Turn around.
- [grunting, groaning]
- Give us your hands and stop.
This silent treatment isn't gonna help you.
We recovered the stolen goods from your apartment
and your girl's place, Clay. We got you dead to rights.
That's 12 years for the goods alone.
- Also recovered the mask you dumped in your garbage can.
When forensics gets done with it,
they're gonna find gunshot residue all over that,
aren't they?
- And we have a source who will testify
that you killed the owner, Dev Ahmed.
Your best shot is talking.
Give us the rest of what we need.
Point us to Damone Russell. - Who was your source?
- I'm not gonna tell you that.
- [laughing]
I didn't kill nobody.
Lawyer.
I want a lawyer.
- We recovered the jewelry and the mask.
There was no weapons inside Clay's house,
no trace amounts of blood.
- Why get rid of the murder weapon
and keep the mask? - Dumb kid with an ego.
- Without that recorded confession from Damone,
we do not have enough to hit him yet,
not with his team of lawyers.
I want this case off my desk.
Make it bulletproof now.
- Hey, what is it?
- Ruby lied to me.
- The hell are you doing here?
- Your grandmother said you had the early shift.
- There's a thing called a cell phone.
Don't got to be bothering my abuela like that.
- You lied to me.
Yeah, I pulled the cameras from the motel.
You got there ten minutes before we arrived,
and you paid the manager to lie about your check-in time.
You weren't screwing Damone. You didn't lose your wire.
You pulled it off.
- Girl, I don't know what little fantasies
you got running through that damn mind.
- Ruby, what did you do for that missing hour?
Did you tell Damone that the police were onto him?
Did you tell him to hide evidence?
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- You know, I don't get it.
You said that you wanted to come in and work with us.
You wanted to be my CI to work Damone.
But that was for what? For his money?
His lifestyle? - Screw you.
- Then what? 'Cause I don't understand.
- I'm not gonna tell you what you want to hear,
so this conversation is pointless.
- It's not.
Ruby, you yanking that wire,
you telling him the police were onto him
and whatever the hell you did in that hour,
that's obstruction of justice. That's jail time.
This conversation is the only thing left
protecting you.
Tell me what you did.
I'll say that you was confused.
I will say that he threatened you.
I will protect you.
- And he'll go to prison.
- He'll go either way,
'cause we'll find evidence.
- No, you won't.
- Ruby.
No, he is not worth this.
And I know that you know that.
I know that's why you came to work for us.
You don't need him.
- You think I don't want that to be true?
I don't want to love him.
I don't want to be chasing after him.
But I'm not gonna tell you anything.
[dramatic music]
- Yeah, scrub every traffic cam from West Grand
to 54th between 10:00 and 11:15 p.m.
You're looking for a black Audi,
Illinois plates, Zebra 126 Tom 50.
You got it?
Go. - We traced the route.
It looks like Ruby and Damone's last stop
before the motel was the Chicago River.
- Where?
- West end, off Broad.
Cams look like the car was across the river.
There's an angle that shows us what we need.
- I'll meet the rest of the team there.
- What do we got?
- 9 mil, bloody clothes,
and the shoes are a match for Damone's size.
- Spatter look good for the shooter?
- Most likely.
Forensics will put a rush on it,
and the caliber is a match. - Hmm.
- And Ruby told Damone everything at the club
when she ripped the wire off,
and then they drove to his house,
and they drove here to dispose of the evidence.
Street cams confirm it all.
- OK.
- And apparently, she loved him.
- Hmm.
Kiana,
informants always belong to someone.
It's never us.
Come on.
[electronic pop music]
- Ruby Rios. - She in there.
Get up.
- Oh, my God.
What the hell are you doing? - You heard her.
Get up.
- You know this is VIP, right?
- Get up and come here.
- You pay good, hard-earned money
to have a private room and--
Cook? - Step down.
Step down.
- Ooh, he's mad.
- No. Don't.
- Not a thing.
You know you got nothing, right?
You got it twisted.
My lawyer's gonna have me out in days.
- Hands behind your back.
- I'll be on the court in a month.
- Yeah? See, the thing is,
we found the evidence you tried to dispose of
in the river.
So you know, game over. - Uh-uh.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Nah, nah, nah,
look, my lawyers gonna meet me there.
They're gonna have your badge, Cook.
She's gonna have your career,
and I'm gonna be out before you know it.
I'll be back. You'll see.
I'ma be back. - Come on.
- Look, don't worry. I'ma be back.
See you too.
[car beeps]
- Well, I had to call your father
to confirm you weren't dead.
That was fun.
Kiana, whether you want to admit it or not,
I'm your mother,
and I'm trying to turn a new leaf with you.
I don't want to harbor anger. I just want to try.
Come to dinner Sunday.
Please, just give me a call.
[line ringing]
Hello?
- Hi, Mom.
[dramatic music]
[wolf howls]