Be honest, when was the last time you used?
What the hell are we gonna do?
We had one chance to make this right,
and you blew it. This is my unit.
I take the heat. I take the bullet.
别担心我了 汉克 担心你自己吧
Don't worry about me, Hank. Worry about yourself.
Kelton is coming for you.
I will do everything I can
to make sure he does not disband Intelligence.
You're playing a dangerous game here.
So are you.
Why are you doing this?
There was only one choice that I could live with.
Today, we have made history.
Today is the start of a new beginning.
If there is something that I need to know,
then you have to tell me.
I'm going to see Kelton.
Do what needs to be done.
All right, I want a joint op
between Homicide and Intelligence.
Every eye on the city is on us, so you go hard,
but you make sure you do it right.
- Understood. - Yes, sir.
Can we get the news helicopters out of here?
Tell them to show some respect.
Sergeant Voight on scene?
I just spoke to him. He's on his way.
很好 警探 凯尔顿的司机怎么说
Good. Detective, how'd it go with Kelton's driver?
-有什么有用的情报吗 -并没有 长官
- We get anything helpful? - Not really, sir.
He said he dropped Kelton off around 10:00,
then he went to get the mayor-elect cigarettes and Advil.
When he got back 25 minutes later
is when he found the body.
Okay. Updates on the hour.
I'll handle the progress reports.
You hit me with your IPRs.
- Sound good? - Absolutely.
Detective Terkla. You got a sec?
So Voight's on his way?
I don't know. I was just covering.
打掩护 为什么 你在说什么
Covering? Why? What are you talking about?
Earlier today, Voight said
he was going to see Kelton...
to do what needs to be done.
All right, what do we got?
Acting Superintendent Crawford wants us
running it with Homicide.
We got a lot of eyes on this. Makes sense.
Hank, I need a word.
You can talk in front of Halstead.
We just found a witness.
Saw a black SUV driving near Kelton's house
around the time of the murder.
The SUV was driving slow, suspiciously.
I had CPIC run traffic cams
on any black SUVs in the vicinity.
Got three hits.
75-year-old grandfather, soccer mom...
and your SUV.
You're asking if I killed Kelton?
No sign of forced entry.
Nothing suggesting robbery or home invasion,
so it looks a whole hell of a lot like
whoever did it, they knew Kelton.
All right, shell casings recovered?
No. They policed their brass.
How about his phone?
A lot of congratulatory texts,
but, um, all the calls
are either personal or campaign-related.
Also looks like you called him.
Hey, Kate. I just got here.
What the hell happened?
Just started working it.
- Any suspects? - Not yet.
There's gonna be a long list.
You talk to him since he resigned?
So I don't know too much.
Poor bastard. Finally got what he wanted.
Had to go out like this.
A hell of a thing.
Call me if you need me.
Despite the political differences,
I did love the man.
Hey, you talk to Antonio this morning?
No, not today.
All right, what do we got?
No one's heard from him since last night,
and he's not responding to texts.
That's not like him.
I'll reach out to him in a bit.
All right, so a burner phone was recovered
from Kelton's personal vehicle.
OCD ran muds and tolls.
Lot of cryptic texts going back and forth with other burners.
Someone named Slo-Mo texted Kelton three times yesterday.
9:00 A.M. He writes,
"Not cool. Need to talk.
"Hit me back for a meet."
An hour later, "I ain't playin'."
6:00 P.M., he goes all caps,
"Watch your back, bitch."
Four hours later, Kelton's dead.
We get a hit on this Slo-Mo's phone?
The phone was shut off today, but all the prior texts
pinged off a cell tower in Englewood
on a block known to be a Southside hustler stronghold.
No hits on a Slo-Mo in the database.
All right, well, we need a name.
I want boots on the ground now.
- I'll get the warrant going. - I said now.
Chicago PD! Nobody move!
Hey, get the runner. Get the runner.
Keep your hands where we can see them.
- Put your hands up! - Get your hands up!
- Over here. - Hands up.
Get your ass to the white line.
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