Erin.
Hi, I'm so glad I caught you.
What are you doing here? Why didn't you call?
Well, because you've stopped returning my calls.
I... I can't do this. I have to go to work.
Honey, I have something I want to give you.
It was my mother's.
And yes, the pearls are real.
What... What is this?
What angle are you working right now?
Nothing, sweetheart, I just... I just want you to have them.
[phone buzzes]
Mom, I'm... I'm late. I have to go.
Okay, okay.
[car door slams]
- Bye. - [engine revs]
Yes, you took the job.
- Kev! - Huh?
- Temporary basis. - All right,
welcome to Intelligence. You owe me 20 bucks.
Ah, you had to take the job, didn't you?
Uh-huh.
- What's in the box? - Loukoumades.
- Louko-what? - Greek doughnuts.
Shameless attempt to curry favor on my first day.
Ah, you're off to a good start.
- Yeah. - Thanks.
- And then she gave me this. - That's surprising.
- I know. - No, I mean, it's surprising
that she hasn't hocked it yet. Are you sure it's real?
I don't know, but she didn't ask for anything.
Yeah, well, she will.
Erin, people don't change, all right? Especially Bunny.
You gotta shut that door. You gotta deadbolt it.
Jay, I'm not looking for advice.
I'm just trying to talk this out.
I know you're not gonna want to hear this,
but I think you're getting played again.
Jay, I don't need you to tell me
- what to do with my mother. - Okay.
- Please? - Okay.
Lindsay, you're now partners with Upton.
Halstead, you ride with Olinsky.
- Are we clear? - Yeah.
[phone ringing]
- Ruzek. - Uh, so where do you want me?
Right here. Jay, you're over there.
Guys, guys, I'm getting an emergency alert from CPIC.
Yeah, I'm on. Feed it to me.
All right. OEMC received multiple 911 calls
alerting them to this private Facebook user group.
Yeah, I got it. It's streaming live.
- [grunts] - Yeah, we're watching it.
I'm gonna stay on the line while you triangulate
the signal.
Who the hell are you?
You got me confused with somebody else!
I didn't do anything to you!
[groans]
No, please, no!
No, please!
[coughing]
Ruz, tell them to work faster.
- No, no, no, no! - Listen, we need
- that address now, now! - No, no, no, no!
[screaming]
Yeah, what is it? 3200 block of Larimer.
Let's go, come on!
[screaming]
[crash]
[tires squeal]
[car doors slam]
All right, fan out, this just happened.
He can't have gotten far.
5021, George, advise responding,
we got a bonafide homicide, offender's in the wind,
description unknown, direction of travel unknown,
- roll the crime lab. - Copy that, 5021 George.
[faint sirens]
Hank.
Hey, man...
That looks like blood.
[faint sirens]
Synced & corrected by kinglouisxx www.addic7ed.com
All right, our victim is male, African American, mid-20s.
We ran facial recognition, no matches.
His fingerprints were burnt off in the fire,
and his wallet was torched, so, in short, we can't ID this guy.
What we do know is that our victim's blood type does match
the writing on the wall in the warehouse.
It's B positive.
Someone thinks our victim is a sex offender, or wants us
to believe that he was.
And the attack was well thought out.
They live streamed the torture on a burner phone
that they dumped at the scene.
The gloves, the gas can... they're all standard-issue
products available at every hardware store in the city.
Two metal objects survived the fire:
this metal crucifix, which matches the one
- in the photo, and a key. - Yep, and this key
matches a Kia 2010 that was parked
right in front of the warehouse.
As we speak, the crime lab is sweeping it
for prints and DNA.
The car's registered to a Janice Hendricks.
She has an address in Inglewood.
Okay, why don't you go talk to her,
you and Jay? Let's comb the neighborhood.
We gotta ID this victim if we're gonna
figure out who targeted him.
Uh, hey, Sarge, um, are... are we really doing this?
Get a box if you need it.
You know that thing with Voight back there?
- Yeah, what about it? - That's something he should've
done a long time ago. I mean, there's a line, Jay.
- And it's there for a reason. - Wait, hold on,
my relationship with Erin never interfered with my job.
Well, you're not a good judge, man.
- You saying it did? - Well, it's only
a matter of time, man. I mean, every cop in this city
would kill for your job.
Why jeopardize that?
- Man, I blew it. - Nah, you still got a job.
- You still got a desk. - No, I blew it with Erin.
[car door slams]
[car doors slam]
That looks like our victim.
I'd loaned Elijah my car. He was trying to find a job.
Elijah was your nephew, correct?
Yeah.
He just moved here.
He was trying to put his life together
after all those years in jail for something he didn't do.
Do you mean the rape?
It wasn't no rape.
They were boyfriend and girlfriend.
They were both kids.
They put him in jail for having relations.
Because she was underage.
Because she was white,
and that don't fly in Crown Point, Indiana.
Elijah was a star.
He had a football scholarship to Purdue University.
They ripped his whole future away.
Who put up these flyers?
When Elijah moved in, he had to register as a sex offender.
Neighborhood Watch got busy.
Do you have any idea who might have targeted your nephew?
Well, I'd say the girlfriend and her family.
They're the kind of Christians that just love to hate.
They made Elijah out like he was an animal.
Truth is, he was just in love.
The victim is Elijah Hendricks.
He's 25. He did 7 years
for statutory rape at Indiana State Pen.
He got out about a month ago, and he registered
as a sex offender at his aunt's address.
Elijah was 18 when he was accused
of raping a 16-year-old girl.
The victim's name was sealed under a plea bargain.
- The aunt gave us the woman's name: Beth Murphy.
No DMV records. The only photo we could find
was from her high school yearbook
from Crown Point, Indiana.
We got the phone records from Elijah's cell.
On the day he was killed, he got three phone calls
from Beth Murphy. We've been trying to reach her,
but it keeps going to voicemail.
- Did you get an address? - No, just a PO box in Crown Point.
All right, you and Upton, head to Indiana.
- All right. - Hey, but loop in
the local police. We got no jurisdiction there.
Right.
I'll tell you what, you guys got way nicer cars
in Intelligence.
I know, we just seized this one from a cartel boss.
- Sweet. - Mm-hmm.
So you and Halstead, you guys were partners
- for a while? - Yeah.
I didn't mean to throw sand in the gears.
No, don't worry about it.
It was probably time for a change anyway.
They said two cops were coming from Chicago.
- It's not what I was picturing. - Well, thank you for your help.
Are these the case files on Elijah Hendricks?
[phone ringing]
Yeah, you should've seen this kid play.
- He was one hell of a tailback. - Mm.
Tough background and whatnot. Seemed to overcome it.
Real shame how it went sideways on him.
His aunt said he was railroaded.
Folks loved Elijah when he was scoring touchdowns,
but they turned on him when they thought he crossed the line.
You mean when he slept with his white girlfriend?
Parents found out what was going on, and they lost it.
- Beth testified against Elijah. - Hm.
For my money he never should've been arrested,
much less put away.
Well, it says here you were the arresting officer.
I don't make the laws, Detective.
I enforce them.
I'm sure you can appreciate that.
Indeed.
Does Beth Murphy still live around here?
I can take you there.
That's all right. We just need an address.
[car doors slam]
Are you Beth Murphy?
We need to ask you a couple questions.
What's it about?
Elijah Hendricks.
Judge told me, if I testified, it'd be over.
Nobody'd come and bother me.
Elijah was just murdered.
No.
And, according to his phone records,
the last person he talked to was you.
Why'd you call Elijah?
To warn him.
About what?
My boyfriend went into my Facebook.
Saw that Elijah had sent me a message.
He told me he was out of jail.
To be honest with you, I still had feelings for Elijah,
and Jake figured that out.
Is Jake the one that gave you the black eye?
Where can we find him?
Whoa, whoa, I know you're in a tough situation.
You feel trapped. I get it, but do
the right thing here, and I swear we will do
whatever we can to help you.
- He's at the bar. - Okay.
Thank you.
[pool balls clacking]
- Hey, is Jake Harper here? - Pool table.
We need to ask you a couple of questions.
Let me guess... my girlfriend sent you?
No, she didn't really want another black eye.
Takes a real man, huh, Jake?
Maybe you like it rough too, hmm?
Trust me, Jake, today is not the day you wanna
start trash-talking my partner.
Let's step outside.
Give me that.
[clattering]
Elijah Hendricks, you recognize him?
No friend of mine.
He was murdered yesterday.
What? I'm supposed to shed a tear?
Well, are you aware that, in high school,
Elijah was convicted of raping your girlfriend?
I guess he got what he deserved.
Did he? To be burned alive?
That wasn't me.
No? 'Cause I've seen Beth.
You're clearly the jealous type.
How would you feel?
Man rapes a woman, gets set free, and then
he contacts her?
"Hey, baby, you remember the good old days?"
So you knock your girlfriend around and then go after Elijah?
It wasn't like that. I didn't know it was
gonna go down like this. I swear.
I found this group on the Internet.
I told them about Elijah.
They're the ones who made the video.
Whoa, hey, we might wanna check this out.
This video dropped on YouTube two days ago.
Elijah Hendricks, we heard you just moved to Chicago.
- Who are you? - We also heard
you're a pedophile. You rape little girls.
- Get away from me. - We don't want child molesters
in our city. The sick bastard
Elijah Hendricks has now been outed by the Perv Hunters.
"The Perv Hunters"? Who the hell are the Perv Hunters?
Perv Hunters first hit the radar three years ago in Toronto.
They're a loose collection
of vigilantes who are dedicated to the public shaming
of pedophiles. Their MO is to ID sex offenders
and then post videos of them online.
The tech guys are trying to figure out who posted
the YouTube video. No luck yet.
So Toronto PD told us the Perv Hunters, they've become
a real pain in the ass.
Technically, they don't break any laws,
but they've jacked up a few investigations.
Okay, so who's the boss?
Uh, they don't have one. They're more like a franchise.
Perv Hunters have dropped ambush videos in Winnipeg,
Montreal, Vancouver.
The first one hit the States in Chicago last month.
Yeah, but burning people alive?
That's not their MO. They do public shaming videos,
- not executions. - Maybe in Canada.
This is Chicago.
Okay, hey, hey, I got something.
This video just dropped an hour ago on YouTube.
The cameraman sounds just like the cat that was
in the Elijah video.
Alan Metcalf.
- What do you want? - We want you to
- stop raping little boys. - Just leave me alone.
- Leave our kids alone! - Get away from me!
The sick bastard Alan Metcalf has now been outed
by the Perv Hunters.
If you see him anywhere near your children,
you know what to do.
That's Alan Metcalf. He's on the Chicago
Sex Offender Registry. He lives at 505 Larimer.
All right, Al, you and Halstead go talk to Metcalf.
Find every Perv Hunter operating in Chicago.
Hey, Mom, I need to talk to you.
[knocking]
Alan Metcalf?
Get the hell away from my house.
Chicago PD.
I'll take that.
These days, a stranger shows up at my door,
I grab a bat.
Mm-hmm, is that because of the Perv Hunters?
Yeah? Can you describe the men
who ambushed you?
There was just one guy.
Uh, 20s, shaved head, tattoos, like he was late
for an Anthrax concert and mad as hell about it.
There's some evil people in this world.
Says the guy who molested a 10 year old boy.
And I did 12 years for it. I paid my debt to society.
You know what? That's cold comfort for the kid.
It's not like he can turn the page.
Jay...
Look, I'm a pedophile, okay?
It's not something I chose. I was just born this way.
But I go to therapy, I take my meds,
and I've learned to manage my urges.
I got a right to live in peace.
Okay, so, did you see the car he was driving?
Gray Mustang. I got a picture
of his license plate.
All right, we're gonna have a patrol car sit on your house
as a precaution.
Listen, I got enough problems with my neighbors already.
They'll flip out if they see a cop car parked
in front of my house.
Please.
[buzzing]
You guys lost?
- You Craig Gorman? - Yeah.
- What's this about? - It's about your latest
Perv Hunters video.
Familiar with the First Amendment?
Yeah.
Is that the 14? 14 words?
What would you know about it?
"We must secure the existence of our people
and a future for white children."
Fourteen.
Hey, he can count.
[applauds]
[chuckles]
[applauds]
No, you're... you're doing great. Say it again.
- Say it again. - It's called free speech!
Hey, you know what? One more word of free speech,
I'll kick your teeth in the back of your throat.
Move, get out of here. Keep moving.
[exhales]
Black people, sex offenders.
I gotta hand one thing to you, Craig.
You are an equal opportunity hater.
I've got a constitutional right to express my opinion.
You know, I don't get it.
What made you a Perv Hunter, Craig?
Did you get molested by a pedophile?
Hell no. I got a buddy in Toronto.
He told me about Perv Hunters.
Once I realized how many of these sick bastards
were out walking our streets... that's something
I couldn't abide.
Yeah, you took matters into your own hands.
I'm doing your job for you. You oughta give me a medal.
Let me tell you something, son.
They don't give medals for this.
In Canada, it's catch and release,
but you like to take it all the way, don't you?
You torched the guy.
Whoa, I don't know what you're talking about.
That's a black pedophile, something you can't abide.
I swear, we just ambushed the guy.
Who's "we"?
We keep the names of our members secret.
We got followers from all over the city. We're an army.
Yeah, the thing about that, Craig, is that
all the IP addresses associated with Perv Hunters in Chicago,
they all trace back to the same place.
That's your tattoo parlor, which happens to be your house,
which makes you an army of one.
[knocking]
Sarge, you're gonna wanna see this, now.
You hold onto these.
Sarge, it's the same Facebook feed that CPIC showed us.
That's Alan Metcalf.
Please, please, no, no, no, no!
No, ah! [coughing]
No, no, no, no!
[screaming]
They're all watching this.
- What's going on? - Don't talk, listen.
The guy you targeted? Metcalf?
He was just murdered.
But I was here.
You know it couldn't have been me.
Yeah, well, here's the thing.
Even if you didn't do it personally,
you incited somebody to violence.
And, because you admitted to posting that video
that IDed him, I can charge you as an accessory to murder.
Not if I take the Fifth.
Craig, look at me.
You're staring down the barrel at three to five at Stateville,
or I can knock the charges down, and all you gotta do
is put your little Perv Hunter skills back to work
one last time. Only now, you work for me.
Hey, you, sick bastard.
Like diddling little boys, do you?
Get out. Get... Get away from me.
- Sicko. - Get... Get away from me!
You perv! Yeah, keep walking.
- We know exactly where you live. - Back off!
Ambush video's uploading now.
It'll be live on YouTube in less than 60 seconds.
Okay. For the profile name,
let's put Alvin Obolensky.
O-B-O-L-E-N-S-K-Y.
It's 14 letters. You should appreciate that.
- DOB? - 7-1-61.
You'll tell your boss I'm fully cooperating, right?
Yeah, regular Geek Squad.
- Hi. - I need to know
what's going on here.
Why did you give me this?
Sweetheart, why do you always think...?
Just answer me.
Okay, I wasn't gonna tell you this at first because, you know,
it always sounds like the same old, same old
coming from me, but I've met
this really great guy...
Are you trying to get my attention?
Is that what this is?
Erin, we might be leaving Chicago.
Because you wanna leave or because you have to?
If I have to leave, then I'm saying good-bye now.
So how long am I in the penalty box for?
A week, a month, what?
Jay, if you wanna stay in this unit,
don't ask me that again.
Hey, hey, hey, Al.
Do not nod off on this bid on me.
Is there anything I can take off your plate at all?
Up to, and including, telling Sarge I need to
rotate out or whatever you need.
Thank you.
I really appreciate that.
Um...
I just have a lot going on right now.
Everybody, heads-up.
Got a westbound vehicle heading your way.
All right, nobody does anything till I give the order.
Waiting to see if this guy commits an act of furtherance.
Got a bogie.
Just hold your positions.
[dog barking]
- Come... come on. - Whoa, whoa, hey.
- Come on. Sorry. Come on. - It's okay, it's okay.
All right, grab him up.
[engine revs]
[dog barking]
Chicago PD, drop the bag. Drop the bag.
[dog barking]
Ma'am, get that dog out of here.
Get that dog out of here.
Don't move.
[barking]
Let's go.
[door slams]
Jeremy Pettigrew.
That's your real name?
Yes, it is. Do you mind telling me
what this is all about, Officer?
[chuckles]
Sergeant, I'm a Sergeant.
How about you tell me what you were doing at that house, hmm?
I was just leaving my business card.
I get foreclosure notices from the city.
I was just hoping for some work.
Okay, and you get these notifications
from where, exactly?
No, I just check for foreclosed homes
on the Internet.
They're cash cows. All of them
- are fixer-uppers, so. - And then you go door to door
at 1:30 a.m.?
I was working very late on another job,
and I was just on my way home. It was empty.
- It's not like I was disturbing... - Jeremy.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Explain the stun gun and the plastic cuffs
we found in your tool bag.
I go inside of strangers' houses for a living, Sergeant.
And if you've ever been chased by a South Side pit bull,
you'll understand what the taser's for.
And those aren't plastic cuffs.
Those are cable ties for pipe repair.
[chuckles]
We ran Pettigrew for any criminal history.
No record, never been arrested, but his name was run through
LEADS by an officer and a detective in Detroit
three years ago.
Here's a printout of the inquiries.
We got the officers' names and gave them a call.
The lead detective told us that Pettigrew was
the person of interest in a kidnapping and murder
of a tender age victim that was sexually assaulted.
They brought Pettigrew in, but could never arrest him.
They didn't have enough physical evidence.
You're thinking this guy is a pedophile?
Detective in Detroit thought he was good for it.
Said it's one of those cases that'll haunt you
your whole career.
All right, we need a psych profile on Pettigrew.
I know someone.
Hey, thank you for coming, Dr. Richardson.
I've told you, Erin. If you ever need something,
I'm here.
So what's going on?
You said to me in a session that avoidance
is not a good strategy.
- I stand by my advice. - Right.
I, um, I'm having a hard time with this one.
When I was seven, I was friends with a girl who lived
down the block from me in my neighborhood.
Her name was Ashley.
And one day, she vanished.
I mean, just disappeared, gone.
And the not knowing what happened to her
is what always gnawed at me and what gnaws at her family.
If this man is what I think he is with kids,
this feels very personal.
Why don't you tell us about Detroit?
That was a false accusation.
That's not what the Detroit Police Department has to say.
I was never charged.
That doesn't mean you didn't do it.
That just means they couldn't convict you.
You were the person of interest.
You have no idea what you're talking about.
No?
What happened in Detroit... It broke my heart.
What did happen in Detroit, Jeremy?
I was coaching a youth hockey team,
and there was this boy, Joshua,
who had a lot of raw talent,
but he was in foster care.
It was a terrible situation.
And so I took him under my wing.
His death was a total shock to me.
It was awful.
I miss him to this day.
It says in here that you were in foster care.
Yes, I was.
Did someone hurt you there, Jeremy?
I learned to take care of myself.
What happened to your wrists?
It was an accident.
On both wrists?
I said it was an accident.
You're a shrink, right?
I'm a psychiatrist, yes.
What you do, Doctor, I don't believe in it.
People should manage their own urges.
And what if they can't?
They should be punished.
So what's your take, Doc?
Is he a vigilante or a pedophile?
- He's both. - Both?
The rigid moral code, the suicide attempt,
the fact the he completed evaded the whole issue about whether
he was abused as a child... It's all consistent
with the pathology of a self-loathing pedophile.
He feels a horrible guilt.
But he can't kill himself, so instead he turns his shame
and his self-loathing against people who are like him.
So you're saying Pettigrew is killing pedophiles.
I think it's likely.
And my fear is that he's in this frenzied state
because he recently kidnapped and molested a child.
Which means he's got a kid out there.
Chicago PD!
[crash]
Anybody here? Call out!
Clear.
- Yeah. - Let's go.
- Call out. - Clear.
Guys...
We found these in your bedroom.
Where is the child?
What child?
Where is the child?
What child?
Oh, I... I... I... I... Ah!
I know what you think. It's just... It's a fetish thing.
I'm not... Ah!
- I'm not proud of it. - You're lying.
I swear to God, I know what it looks like.
- I promise. - This is not Detroit.
You will not get away with this here.
I'm... I didn't...
[door slams]
All right, we're now looking at a kidnapping
by a sexual predator.
Our working theory is this guy is murdering pedophiles
to cleanse his own sins.
All right, I reached out to the ME in Detroit.
Now, the juvenile that Pettigrew was suspected of killing...
He was assaulted over the course of a week before he died.
Which means that there's a chance that our kid,
whoever he is, may still be alive.
So these tacks, they represent
every missing juvenile over the past two months.
We're looking for a nexus between Pettigrew
and any one of these children.
So Kev and I have found Pettigrew's receipt book
in his truck. We got the job addresses
and cross-referenced them to see which of his clients
have young children. As of now, there's 17.
Yeah, we got patrolmen pounding on doors right now.
Soon as they dig something up, they're gonna let us know.
Tech lab pulled the serial numbers off the phone
we recovered at the Metcalf murder.
They said it was a typical pay-as-you-go throwaway model.
The phone was badly burned, but they were able to track it.
It was sold out of a store in Canaryville,
and it got activated the day Metcalf was murdered.
Good, run it down.
Were you working on Thursday?
All day, worked a double because Cheryl called in sick.
Do you remember selling a phone
to any of these guys, by chance?
Yeah, I remember this dude here.
He paid cash, which nobody does anymore, and he asked
a lot of questions about the phone's
camera quality, yadda-yadda.
Something about him gave me the willies.
Did he have anybody with him?
No, uh-uh.
Well, not inside the store, anyway.
He left his kid in the truck out front.
He was asleep.
Thank you.
We pulled the exterior cameras from the business next door.
Tech lab was able to enhance the image.
Any luck IDing the kid?
No, it's too grainy for facial recognition.
Missing Persons is working a tender age case.
Derek Robbins, he's 10 years old.
He disappeared five days ago on his way to school.
Last seen at his home at 4401 Burke.
He was wearing a light blue jacket.
Cross reference Robbins' address with
Pettigrew's work orders.
Let's see if we can find 4400.
Negative, it's not on here.
Oh, hey, 4300 block South Lowe.
That's a block away from Robbins' place.
You and me.
Did you find Derek?
- Are you Mrs. Robbins? - Did you find my son?
Not yet, ma'am. But we have a few questions.
I already told the other detectives everything I know.
Don't you people talk to each other?
Do you recognize this man?
I'm not sure, why? Who is he?
Can you take another look, please?
Oh, my God, I saw him.
He was in the neighborhood last week. He was... He was looking for work.
[sighs]
The mom IDed Pettigrew. He's got Derek Robbins.
Bastard.
Should we wait for Voight?
There's a kid out there.
Whoa, whoa, Erin, your gun.
Erin!
[beep]
Come on.
[door slams]
What's going on, Detective?
Where is he, you sick son of a bitch?
- Who? - Derek Robbins.
Where is he?
I'm sorry, I don't know who that is.
[yelling] Where is he?
I told you. I would never hurt a child.
- [thud] - [grunts]
Erin!
You have three seconds to tell me where Derek Robbins is.
Hmm?
Erin, stop.
If you don't want any part of this, get out.
- No, don't do this... - Hailey, get out!
I need an address. Now.
Okay, I'm gonna get Area Central up to speed.
Yeah, have them update the Amber Alert.
I'll... I'll put together an attack team.
Chief.
- Chief. - I heard you made a pinch.
Where's the suspect in the Hendricks-Metcalf murders?
You know what? I'm guessing they
brought him to the restroom. I'll go check for you.
- The restroom? - Yeah...
Get the hell out of my way.
Really?
You mind telling me what the hell's
going on here, Sergeant?
Look, I just got here myself, but, from what it looks like,
this arrestee must have attacked my detectives.
I think the boy's at 3400 Racine
in a car near the old stockyards.
We've got a missing tender age, Chief.
- We gotta move, let's go... - You go, you're staying.
And you.
- Over there. - [car doors slam]
Nothing.
It's empty.
Hey, pop the trunk!
Pop the trunk! Come on!
[clank]
Jay...
Jay, he's gone, man.
He's gone. He's gone.
He's gone.
Well, I spoke to the ME.
He'd been dead at least two hours.
There was nothing anybody could have done, so.
Erin.
Come here a second.
They want to see you at the review board at 9:00 a.m.
Remember what I told you when you were 16,
and you first came to live at my house?
I'm with you...
both: Until the wheels come off.
[sighs]
- [knocking] - Come in.
Have a seat, Detective.
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