11x12 - Inventory

[bunniefuu]

[CRASH]

Get out of the car.

His eyes were stapled open.

Noah, can you tell me who did this?

He can't stay
at your house forever, Hank.

It's just till he gets better.

We found two bodies today.

Every wound the sisters have
are exact matches with Noah's.

So we're saying we have a serial k*ller.

Who the hell are you?

Noah!

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Noah d*ed.

I don't like thinking about how.

We have ten victims.

What the hell are we missing?

The offender is organized.

Above average intelligence.

I'm gonna find the monster.

You crashed your police
vehicle into a wall.

You go to detox or I report you.

Couple of drinks to take the edge off,

punishing runs to trick
your body into resting,

it's all the same.

Hailey.

- Hey.
- You came.

You asked me to.

Yeah.

Why did you ask me to?

They let you have visitors.

OK.

Why me?

I didn't have anyone else.

This place is god-awful, isn't it?

Yes, it's saving my life. I get it.

Believe me, they drill that into you.

But it always smells
like hand sanitizer.

The patients hate me.

All we do is talk about ourselves,

inventory our lives.

I guess I just wanted
someone else to talk to for once.

We can talk about anything.

We can inventory your life.

How are you?

Still running?

Yeah. Yeah, still running.

But it's not doing all that much.

What do you mean?

[SOMBER MUSIC]

♪

Shockingly, you were right.

Running hasn't fixed my head.

I run 6 miles a day.

I run until I can't stand.

But every night,
I still feel the same, so...

I'm just gonna focus on work now.

Work long hours.

Work with all the people I like.

Dig in.

It'll make me feel normal again.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

I'll be fine.

You know what you sound like?

What?

You sound like an alcoholic.

"I can manage. I'll just stop.

I'll be fine."

What would you like me to do?

[SCOFFS] I have no idea.

[WHISPERING] Tina's moving to Iowa

and buying a cat when she gets out.

That way, she can pet the cat
every time she wants a drink.

You want Iowa and a cat?

No.

Focusing on only work will help.

I mean, that's what you said, right?

We became police to run

from our screwed-up parents
or childhoods.

So I'll work.

Besides, this case needs my hours.

I mean, ten bodies, zero suspects.

Brass is breathing down Voight's neck.

He had to make the case public,

call a press conference.

City's terrified.

Phones are ringing off the hook.

But it hasn't led to anything.

No real leads.

How's Voight doing?

Can't be taking this well
after losing Noah.

No.

He's working twice as hard as I am.

You talk to him about your head?

- No.
- Why not?

Too busy getting nowhere together.

Maybe you just need something
to happen, something new.

Something new means someone's dead.

He's gonna move again.

The time between kills is shrinking.

So we just wait?

That's not an option.

Tina's gone?

Yeah. She left yesterday.

Tomorrow is your last day.

Day 30.

[INHALES DEEPLY]

- You nervous?
- Terrified.

But I guess I'm doing it anyway.

Nothing changes if nothing changes.

[PHONE BUZZES]

Hey.

Probably a dead end,
but it's worth a sh*t.

- So this woman...
- Kiki Dunn.

She knows our serial?

Gangs arrested her
for accessory to m*rder.

In the middle of her interrogation,

she claims she knows the name
of our serial k*ller.

Said she'd give it up for a deal.

You guys really came
all the way out here for this?

Don't say I didn't warn you.

She's a head case.

Girl knew we had her dead to rights.

Was trying to sell us
on anything she could

except Wrigley Field. Tapes are in here.

What do you have on her?

She lured a 19-year-old
banger into the park

for some sexual favors.

As soon as she got on her knees,

kid got two taps to his head.

It was a honey trap.

Ordered by Leon Madges,

sh*t-caller for the Three Corner Kings.

Got it cued up for you.

- Have fun.
- All right.

I'm so sorry.

I promise you, I had no idea
that Leon was gonna show up.

Yes, you did.

We've got three eyewitnesses
who saw Leon talking to you

at the bar 30 minutes before the m*rder.

What?

At the bar?

No.

Leon loves me.

He would never do this to me.

Come on, Kiki.

Fine.

You know what?

Y'all acting like
this is the biggest case

y'all have ever seen,
but we both know it ain't.

So ask me about another one,

and I'll give you information.

Then tell us
what Leon ordered you to do.

Not this case.

Anything else, and I'll sing
like a sparrow for you.

Girl's a chameleon.

Yeah.

She's a hustler.

We only care about this case.
That's not true.

What about that club over on 82nd, huh?

The one with the blacked-out windows

and the spree of gonorrhea.

I know all the girls
hooking up in there.

Fine, what about that m*rder
over on Racine?

All them carjackings.

Give me immunity, I'll give you names.

- Come on, let's go.
- Fine.

What about that serial k*ller
on the news, huh?

The dude who's putting people
in barrels,

hitting them upside the head with pipes,

stapling eyes open.

We didn't release staples
or pipes to the public.

No, we didn't.

I know his name.

You take away my charges,
I'll give you his name.

Hey!

The serial k*ller's a cop.

He's a g*dd*mn cop!

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

The serial k*ller's a cop.

He's a g*dd*mn cop!

♪

Hey, Josen? Where's Kiki Dunn now?

Has she had her initial hearing?

Yeah. She got I-bonded out.
Why? What's going on?

I need you to send me
everything you have on her...

her entire case file, her record,

and who picked her up from county.

- She said something real?
- Can you do that?

As fast as you can. Thank you.

Kiki Dunn's LKA is her cousin's place,

Ami Harden, 2781 Kane Street,
Garfield Park.

Ami picked her up yesterday

when she was released from county.

Kiki's I-bonded.
She doesn't have an e-monitor.

OK. Her record?

It looks like she's been
involved in a little bit of everything.

Besides her recent arrest
for accessory to m*rder,

she's been popped for solicitation,
possession, burglary.

She's also indexed
with three different gangs.

She would have come across
a lot of cops.

Boss, I'm here with Kim and Torres.

- What do we got?
- Yeah, we got a lead.

A woman named Kiki Dunn claims

she knows the name of our serial,

and she claims he's a cop.

What? Who is this woman? Is it concrete?

We're en route to find out.

But she had details
she would have needed

independent knowledge to have.

It feels real.

Well, that would explain
the pristine crime scenes,

why he never got caught on camera.

Explains why we have nothing,
why a judge popped.

Dig in. What's the nexus?

What police had access
to Kiki and our victims?

We keep this all on lock.

No other police hear a word
about this case.

All right, copy you, boss.

- [BABY CRYING]
- No. Kiki don't live here.

She told police that this I
don't know what to tell you.

She does not live here.

OK. Where is she now?

[DOG BARKING]

Bent, get the dog.

I just picked her up from 26th and Cal.

She told me her court date's
not for two weeks.

OK. Where is she?

She's... at home.

And where's that?

Why? What's going on now? What happened?

Can you please just tell me
where she lives?

[BABY CRYING]

She's crashing at some dump on Monroe,
and St. Louis,

the garden apartment.

That's where I dropped her.

OK. Do you have the exact address?

All right, go sit on the back.
I'll knock.

Copy.

[CLATTERING]

[TENSE MUSIC]

I didn't say anything!

I didn't say anything!

Chicago PD!

Chicago PD!

Hey, get away from her!

[GRUNTING]

- Kiki, stop!
- g*n! g*n! Don't move!

Kiki, stop running!

- Kiki!
- Go, get her. I got it.

- Kiki!
- Give me your hands!

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Kiki!

We just want to talk.

♪


at 3450 Monroe.

I've got a... wanted offender,
Kiki Dunn,

last seen fleeing on foot.

Female, Black,
blue sweatshirt, white shoes.

I've lost eyes. I don't have her.

Copy, 5021 Henry. Sending units.

♪

[SIREN WAILING]

Shut down from Blake
to Kostner, from 14th to 16th.

She's on foot.
Female, Black, 22 years old.

What's she wanted for?

An investigation.

She an offender?

I'm giving you all you need to know.

Shut down the block. Get eyes.

Go.

[SIRENS WAILING]

You aren't gonna talk to us?

Come on. Get in.

Where would Kiki run?

Leon, do you realize how we found you?

b*ating on a woman, armed,
taking a swing at police?

You're knee-deep in m*rder charges.

Talk. Where would she run?

I got no idea.

Sorry.

We're not done.

- Take him up.
- Let's go.

All right, anything?

Patrol still hasn't found Kiki.

There's no phones registered
in her name, no other LKAs,

no car registered.

We're still looking into
the last known associates.

Yeah, what about the rest of it?

So far, we got over
a dozen cops connected

to at least two victims.

And...

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Any of them match our offender?

Yeah, plenty of police match

the description of our offender.

So it's a very wide net.

Also, half of our victims
are high-risk individuals,

so the chances
that they interacted with cops

off the record, pretty good.

All right. And Kiki?

Kiki has a lot of run-ins
with the police.

It's gonna take some time
to run them all.

Then take the time. Keep narrowing.

Come on, Leon,
you've known Kiki for what?

Six years? Where would she go?

Why do you want her so bad?

Ten minutes. That's all you're getting.

Or I start filing all these charges.

Accessory to m*rder, as*ault,

as*ault against a police officer,

parole violation with a deadly w*apon,

obstruction of justice.

Or you give us something real.

Where would Kiki run?

- You're back.
- Yeah.

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

What, you gonna put
something on paper for me?

A deal?

You'll get your piece of paper.

But your clock is ticking, Leon.

Where is Kiki Dunn? Where would she go?

Give and get.

Your charges amount
to more than 30 years.

Would you like me
to list them to you again?



Let's go.

They're good together.

I am running out of patience.

Eight minutes.

A'ight. A'ight.

Ain't like I can read her mind, OK?

I don't know where she's run.

But she's got a phone
you probably don't know about.

Is that so?

[DOOR SLAMS]

All right, talk to me.

Phone's pinging on a Section 8

housing complex on the West Side,

but that's as close as we can get.

Kiki knows somebody here?

She's got three known associates
living in the west building.

Her cousin's in apartment 640,

she's got an old contact
from juvie in 312,

and the long sh*t, a woman she went

to elementary school with in 206.

All right, so let's split up
in pairs, hit each.

There's no way we're getting
a warrant for this.

So we knock nice.

Just find a way inside.

Let's go.

Hey.

You good?

I think so.

You want to sit this one out?

No.

OK. Let's go.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

OK, Ruz, you and me will hit 312.

Rest of you, take those west side units.

♪

[MUFFLED ARGUING]

All right, we're good to go.

Chicago PD.

[ARGUING CONTINUES]

Chicago PD. Open up.

[MUFFLED SPEECH]

We can hear you. Open the door.

Go. Go. I got it.

Can I help you?

Who else is in there with you, ma'am?

- I'm all alone.
- Oh, yeah?

- Who were you talking to?
- Myself.

- I got a real problem.
- Kiki!

No, no, no! Kiki.

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on.

I just want to talk to you.

Get off of me! Back off!

Kiki, I just want to talk to you.

I didn't do anything!

I know you didn't.

You're not in trouble.

I promise you, we're just here to talk.

OK?

♪

About what?

In your interrogation,
you said you wanted a deal.

Do you remember that?

I want to give you that deal.

OK?

Can you give us a sec?

Hey.

- Sarge, 206.
- Copy.

You mentioned a man
who staples people's eyes open

and beats them with a pipe.

Do you remember that?

I need you to give me that name.

- You'll give me a deal?
- Yes.

- A real deal.
- Yes.

More than a deal?

What do you want?

Wit pro.

That a real thing?

You get a whole new name,
a whole new life?

I want that.

I want a new city.

I want a new name. I want a house.

I want to get the hell out of Chicago,
and everything in it.

That's what I want.
I want to start over.

OK.

I promise, I will request your name goes

on the Witness Protection list.

I promise you.

[LAUGHS]

Are you kidding?

- You're for real?
- Yeah.

So my John was telling the truth.

He has a serial k*ller in his family?

[SCOFFS]

He's such a...

[g*nsh*t]

♪

- Get away from the window!
- Hailey, are you good?

- I'm good. You?
- Yeah.

Ma'am, I need you to stay back
and stay down.



- I got a civilian down.
- No, Kiki!

I need an ambo at 2237 West


We do not have eyes on the offender.

It's OK. Stay with us.

- Stay with us.
- You two all right?

- We're good.
- Yeah, we're good.

sh*ts came from across the courtyard.

Stay with us. Stay with us. It's OK.

Get her back!

OK, we got you.

Get her back.

I got you covered.

- [GASPS]
- It's OK.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

sh*ts came from the adjacent
building, east side.

Check the fourth and fifth floors.

Do not trust police. Move.

- Take the back, Torres.
- Copy.

♪

Elevator. Elevator.

- Yeah.
- Elevator.

[ELEVATOR BEEPING]

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

Chicago PD.

Don't move. Put your hands up.

What the hell?

No w*apon. No w*apon.

- I'll work the stairs.
- I'm going to five.

- You live here?
- Yeah. What's going on?

You didn't just hear them g*nshots?

I heard something pop.

Come on, you're safe. I got you covered.

Paramedics are here now.

- OK. Stay with us.
- [GAGGING]

I got a pulse.
Cervical collar. Load and go.

Sarge, I'm gonna stay with her.

Good. Both of you.
Give them cover to the ambo.

- Copy.
- Kev, I need an update.

Yeah, Sarge, I'm holding down the lobby.

Torres is in the back.
Burgess and Ruz are still searching.

[ELEVATOR BEEPS AND DINGS]

♪

[DOOR CLICKS]

Chicago PD! Stop moving!
Show me your badge.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm Ruzek.

Intelligence, OK? Put the g*n down.

- What are you doing up here?
- We got an active sh**t.

- Where'd you come from?
- What?

Why are you pointing your g*n at me?

Where'd you come from? What's your unit?

- Get your g*n off me.
- What's your unit?



This address is
in the middle of my b*at.

I was close. I heard the sh*ts.

Is that a problem?

All right, we're gonna clear
this floor together, all right?

Come on. You cover left.

♪

We got an open door.

Copy.

Kitchen's clear.

Bedroom's clear.

Boss, I got a couple
spent .223 shell casings

near a fifth-story window,
apartment 510.

We're looking for an offender
with a r*fle.

Copy. Keep clearing.

[SIRENS WAILING]

Officer, come here for a sec.
You see this guy?

Navy blue jacket, backpack.

Yeah. He's going pretty quick.

Boss, I think I got something.

White male, 6 feet tall,
moving away from the scene.

Navy blue jacket, backpack,

baseball cap, dark jeans.

All right, he just slipped
into a white sedan.

- Can you make out those plates?
- No, I can't.

Yeah, we don't have the tags.

Copy. You still see him?

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

He's pulling out, boss.
He's moving at a clip.

That's got to be our guy.

He's heading eastbound
through the parking lot.

[TIRES SQUEAL]

[ENGINE REVS]

I lost eyes. You got him?

No!

♪



be on the lookout for a white sedan,

last seen eastbound on Logan from 43rd.

Copy that.
We've got cars rolling to you.

Do we have a description of the driver?

Offender is a white male, armed,

wanted for the sh**ting
that just occurred.

Copy, 5021.

Come on.

Stay with me.

[SOMBER MUSIC]

♪

[MEDICAL MACHINES BEEPING]

Come on. Come on.

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight,



♪

Where are we?

Got the shell casings
on the way to the lab.

We got five residents
that heard the sh*ts.

Nobody saw the sh**t.

What about the white sedan?

Spoke with CPIC.

PODs and street cams
were shut down remotely

from West 40th
all the way to the Stevenson.

I want to know exactly when
and from what mainframe.

- Copy.
- That was him.

Sarge.

Upton just got to Med.

Kiki didn't make it.
Never regained consciousness.

Upton did find a burner phone on her.

She's gonna go through it now.

Thinks there could be a list of Johns.

OK, we run every single one of them.

Kiki said a John who has
a family member who's a cop

is our serial.

Let's find him.

- Anything?
- No.

And that's the last John
from Kiki's phone.

He lawyered up.

And he doesn't have
any family that's police.

OK, thanks, Joe.

Vice at the 17th picked up a Kiki.

Turns out it wasn't ours.

The Johns we've ID'd in Kiki's
phone haven't known anything.

None of them have police
in their families either.

- And nothing else from vice?
- No.

I've got one more contact there
checking, but no.

OK. Kiki's social media?

Woman had a lot of male friends.

We're still sorting through them.
We got nothing yet.

OK, what about the PODs
that were turned off?

CPIC's digging.

From what I understand,
the offender likely

logged in anonymously.

If you know the passwords, it's easy.

- Anything from the block?
- No.

And no new evidence
from the sh**t apartment.

Yeah, shell casings
came back to a hot r*fle.

I'm gonna try and trace it.

All right, who else
in Kiki's life are we missing?

Hmm?

He knew we were gonna be there.

Can we trace his radio?

I thought of that, but if he were smart,

he wouldn't have used
his police issue radio.

I'm running it anyway,
and running anyone who accessed

Kiki's records, but again,
assuming he's smart,

it's a long sh*t.

OK, go home.

Just change out.

Just grab a couple hours.

We'll hit it fresh.

This man does not stay ahead of us.

- You actually going home?
- No.

Kelly's?

- Yeah.
- I'll finish the paperwork.

- I'll meet you there.
- Cool.

- Good first day back?
- Hmm.

You know, I...

I think I get it.

Small changes.

You, here, work.

You got a family here.

Voight.

Yeah.

You good for the night?

You got to stop checking.

I'm fine.

OK.

[PHONE BUZZING]

- Upton.
- Hey, it's Foltz.

I did what you asked.

Kiki Dunn got swooped up last year.

She stripped at a bachelor party

and gave out "party favors."

You bring the men in?

We brought in three guys. Two rolled.

The third guy kept saying
Kiki was a friend.

He didn't screw her, blah, blah, blah.

He was kind of sad,

but sounded like he was close to Kiki.

It's probably nothing.

You got a name?

Bobby Keter, 243 West Hastings.

Thanks, Foltzy. I owe you.

Yeah.

[LINE BEEPS]

[LINE RINGING]

[PHONE BUZZES]

Hey, what's up?

Hey, I'm gonna check out
one more of Kiki's clients.

Vice from 9 put me on to this guy.

It's a long sh*t, but he's on my way.

Nah. Do it.

Just keep me posted.

[BLUESY MUSIC PLAYING]

♪

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

The serial k*ller's a cop.

He's a g*dd*mn cop!

♪

[SIGHS]

[BLUESY MUSIC CONTINUES]

♪

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

I never paid for sex.
Kiki's just a friend.

That's not why I'm here.
You're not in any trouble.

Then what are you doing here?

I came to talk to you about the
serial k*ller that's been in the news.

Do you know anything about it?

Is there something you want to tell me?

Why? I don't get it.

What does Kiki have to do
with a serial k*ller?

Well, that's what I was
hoping you could tell me.

Bobby, is someone in your
family a police officer?

I looked at your record.
I didn't see anything.

Hey, look at me.

Answer the question.

My cousin. She's married to a cop.

OK.

And you talked to Kiki about them?

Yeah, but it was nothing.

[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Whatever you said to her,

whatever you're scared
of saying right now,

I need you to tell me.

My cousin, she's got a great life.

I'm sorry. I should have
never said anything to Kiki.

Shouldn't have said what?

♪

[SIGHS]

All right, he just slipped
into a white sedan.

That's got to be our guy.

Come on, Bobby.

You've got nothing to be afraid of.

I promise.

♪

Look, I went to my cousin's
for dinner last month, OK?

And her husband was there.

He was impressed that I was m*llitary.

I did a tour in Afghanistan.

I was a food operations sergeant.

That's Army speak for a cook.

I wasn't in it like that.

But this cop thought I was.

It just... it got strange. That's all.

He wanted to talk about t*rture.

Why? Did you see t*rture?

No.

He was drunk.

We ended up alone.

It was like he wanted
to show off or something.

He said t*rture was all mental.

You want to shock the victim
first, like, with a pipe.

Pipe?

He said pipe?


the plate on a white Buick,

license Eddy 172 Paul 97.



[FOREBODING MUSIC]

Buick comes back to a Janice Dugan,



Shows a residence on 299 West 16th.

All right, copy. Thank you.

You need backup, Sergeant?

No. It's just a neighbor.



Copy.

He, uh...

he said, then you want the victim
to know the rest is coming.

He said he saw a video once of a guy

stapling a woman's eyes open.

He said her name was Izzy
and that it was a video.

But... it felt wrong.

What's his name?

♪

[GRUNTS]

Name?

Frank.

Frank Matson.

Matson?

Is he a lockup keeper?

No, he's a police officer.

Lockup keepers look
like police officers.

They have a uniform, but they're not.

They're civilians.

Is this him?

Yeah. That's him.

♪

Geez.

[SHALLOW BREATHING]

[PHONE BUZZES]

Voight, call me. I think we've got him.

It's Frank Matson from our lockup.

I've got Tact going to sit on his house.

I've called in the team to confirm.

I'll meet you at the district.

[ENGINE TURNS OVER]

[ENGINE REVVING]

♪

[GRUNTING]

Hey. What's going on?

We got him.

Matson. The lock-keep.

I thought we were after police.

Kiki's John doesn't know the difference.

Do we know if Matson's working tonight?

I'm gonna go check.

We need this to be airtight
in order to get a warrant.

Who signed Paul into lockup?

Matson.

OK. And Izzy Pereda?

I got it.

Izzy was booked at area south.

Matson was working there.
Matson signed her in.

He notated the name and the number

of the one person she called
in lockup, the one phone call.

Paul's too?

Yes.

So Paul called Noah.

Izzy called Maria.

Matson knew who they called,

who they loved, who came to save them.

He listened, he watched.

He saw their connection.

He chose them.

It all fits.

Hailey, Voight's still not
answering his phone or text.

- You try the DC?
- Yeah, nothing.

Maybe he lost his phone.

No. I talked to him at the bar.

OK, I'll try there.

OK.

What about the rest of them?

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

Hey, Tom.

Hey, is Matson working tonight?

No. He took off shift.

His next one's 7:00 AM tomorrow.

- All right.
- You need something?

No, no, I just want
to run something by him.

Thanks.

Yeah, Matson's not here.

- Next shift is tomorrow.
- Copy.

What do we got?

Luis and Gabriela Marquez.

Gabriela was arrested in 2021
at an anti-police protest.

Matson was working overflow.

Matson booked her.

Jerry and Carla Griffith.

Jerry spent the night in lockup
for a wrongful ID.

Charges were expunged,
but Matson signed them in.

Uh-huh, Sandra Cahill and Nicole Silva.

Best friends, no sheets.

Sandra stayed right down
the street from Matson.

That can't be a coincidence.

OK.

So Matson had access to all of them,

has access to our police systems,

could have watched Kiki's interview,

turned off those cameras, sh*t Kiki.

It's more than enough.

[PHONE BUZZES]

Trudy?

He left an hour ago?

OK. No, it's OK. I'll go by his house.

Sarge?

Yeah, he went home.

All right, let's cr*ck off
an arrest warrant and hit it.

I'll grab Sarge. Let's go.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

[LOCK CLICKING]

[GROANS]

[LOCK CLICKS]

♪

[DOOR CREAKS, CLICKS]

[KEYS JINGLING]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

♪

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

All right.

Chicago Police, ma'am.
Can you step inside?

Stop. What are you doing?

Ma'am, we have
a search warrant for your home.

Arrest warrant for your husband.
Is he here?

No. He's at work.

- My daughter is upstairs...
- You need to stay with me.

Your daughter's gonna be safe.
No one's gonna harm her.

♪

Your husband is not at work.

He is. He took an extra shift tonight.

- He said they needed him.
- Clear!

- Is there anyone else home?
- No. No.

Clear.

What are you looking for?

You're looking for him? Why?

Basement clear.

Clear.

We're all clear.

♪

[KNOCKING]

Voight?

[KNOCKING]

Voight, are you here?

♪

This has to be some kind of mistake.

My husband wouldn't lie to me.

If he told me he's at work,
he's gonna be at work.

He's not at work. We've checked.

Is there anywhere else he might go?

I don't know.

Does Frank have a second cell phone?

What? Of course not.

Why would he need a second cell phone?

What about vehicles?

Does he ever borrow anyone else's car?

No. No, he doesn't.

You're scaring me.

Is Frank OK?

I'm at Voight's house.

Voight's not here.

Something's wrong.

I think he was taken.

♪

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

♪

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

[WOLF HOWLS]