Intelligence’s office
Dawson: I'm just saying, Jake, you got a target on your head and you don't seem too phased.
Halstead: Overseas, my unit and I, we always had a bounty on us.
Dawson: Most gangs only pay 10 G for a cop. If you're really worth 100, I should take you out myself. Pay off my mortgage.
Halstead: Try it.
Olinsky: Coke dealer one time put a million dollar tag on me and Voight.
Halstead: What?
Ruzek: How'd you handle that?
Olinsky: Well, you dust yourself. Never go home the same way twice. Run red lights. If a car follows you through one, you chamber around and you handle business.
Ruzek: All right.
Halstead: Right?
Voight: This is Billy Fagan. Small time hood had ties to a local outfit. I've run into him a couple of times. This is Billy Fagan seven hours ago. Organized crime found a dollar bill pinned to his chest. They looked into the Serbians, the cartels, coming up empty.
Lindsay: We taking this from organized crime because he was your poker buddy?
Voight: Start reaching out to your C. I.'s. You got a sec?
Voight’s office
Voight: You got something to say to me, don't air it out in the bullpen.
Lindsay: Sounds good.
Voight: You don't have to like what I did. But you do have to follow orders, or you can put in for a transfer.
Lindsay: For the last 10 years, you've told me I.A. is a bunch of rats who hide behind their badge instead of standing in front of it.
Voight: And I meant it. Cops who go after other cops are the lowest. I never did that. I played a game with them to get my job back. A game I won, I might add.
Lindsay: You know, I remember the day you and Camille took me in. It was November 13th. I was 15. And in our house, we were supposed to trust each other. So, I've told you everything. Good, bad, ugly. Illegal. I have laid all of it out. You should've told me. Because I would've told you.
Voight: Erin… Come on in.
Dawson: You know a Nick Marcello?
Voight: Yeah, why?
Dawson: They just found his body… Let's go.
In the street
Trish: Hank!
Voight: So sorry… You have to stay here, Trish.
Trish: Okay.
On the roof
Dawson: You two were close?
Voight: Yeah. Grew up together.
Marcellos’s home
Trish: I was out shopping. I came home. Nick always feeds his pigeons in the morning.
Dawson: Any idea who could've done this? Business associates?
Trish: I know what you're implying, but Nick has been retired from that life for a long time.
Dawson: The name Billy Fagan mean anything to you? He was found last night, killed the same way.
Trish: No.
Voight: Can you give us a minute?
Dawson: Yeah.
Voight: Maria and Nick Jr.?
Trish: At my mom's. They don't know yet.
Voight: Trish, I'm not here as a cop. Me and Nick had a history, you know that. I just want to find whoever's doing this… Look, if Nick had a problem with anyone, you need to tell me now.
Trish: There was someone.
Street
Voight: Brent Norelli. Assault, armed robbery. Even did six months at the Cook County psych ward. Norelli inherited this lumber yard from his old man, but it's just a front. He just broke off from the outfit old-timers, but he's already making plays for some of their rackets. Let's go.
Warehouse
Dawson: Chicago Police! Freeze!
All: Get on your knees. Get down!
Halstead: Chicago Police! On your knees, hands up!
Dawson: 10 years worth of oxy.
Voight: Where's Norelli?
Man: He's in the store room. Unh!
Dawson: Chicago Police! Unh!
Gunshots
Halstead: Don't move! Drop it! Drop it now!
Atwater: Nice vest.
Interview room
Dawson: Billy Fagan and Nick Marcello.
Norelli: I think I got a broken rib.
Voight: You unload an AK at us, you're lucky that's all you got.
Norelli: Hank Voight, right?
Voight: That's right.
Norelli: Yeah. I heard about you.
Voight: Meaning?
Norelli: I just heard about you?
Voight: Yeah?
Dawson: Billy Fagan and Nick Marcello?
Norelli: I told you. Did I give them geriatrics a warning I was planting my flag? Yeah. But I didn't gauge them, man. My father taught me a little more respect than that.
Dawson: Yeah?
Norelli: Yeah. I thought you was a crew coming to try and shotgun me.
Ruzek: Casino security on the riverboat out in Elgin just sent me this footage. He was playing a marathon session of blackjack during both murders occurred, so...
Norelli: Just like I said. I lost 20 grand on that boat. Talk about a real crime.
Voight: Throw him in the cage, anyway.
Intelligence’s office
Halstead: One blast of double ought buckshot killed both Fagan and Marcello. No shells were found at either murder. Crime scene estimates the killer's height based on blood splatter to be 5'10", which narrows it down.
Lindsay: There was no forced entry to any of the doors or windows in Marcello's building. There's a fire escape in the back, but it doesn't lead to the roof. You'd have to climb up from there, which is not an easy feat. But it's the only way that somebody could've come and gone unnoticed.
Olinsky: How long have you been doing this? All right, and how many shotgun murders have we seen before these?
Voight: Two.
Olinsky: All right, so... It's gotta be a pro.
Atwater: Or a redneck.
Halstead: Pro redneck. I'm calling it.
Street
Man: I could've just emailed this to you.
Ruzek: Yeah, my boss is old school. He doesn't much like electronic footprints.
Man: We're cool now.
Ruzek: Well, we're getting there.
Man: Dude, it was just some graffiti.
Ruzek: You tagged the entire scoreboard at Cellular Field. That's a class three felony. Like I said, you got a little more work to do, but this? It's a good start.
Intelligence’s office
Ruzek: All right, all right. I did financial forensics on our two shotgun victims.
Atwater: He farmed it out, I guarantee it.
Ruzek: Fagan and Marcello were partners in a shell company. Maxwell Investments. They loan money out at astronomical...
Olinsky: Loan sharks.
Ruzek: I was gonna get to that. Thank you, Alvin.
Olinsky: Ahem.
Ruzek: Their latest client just signed over his dry cleaning business a week ago… One Dale Hansen. Owned fine choice cleaners. Two locations, one on North Broadway, a second on West Belmont. Is that fast enough for you, Al?
Voight: All right, you and Halstead go pay this dry cleaner a visit. I got someone else I want to talk to.
Lindsay: Hank. I know you and Nick Marcello were friends.
Voight: Let me guess. You got an opinion about that, too.
Lindsay: I just wanted to say I'm sorry. It was always a lot of laughs when him and Tricia would come over for dinner.
Voight: Hmm.
Lindsay: He was a real nice guy. And I liked him.
Club
Voight: Hey, Don. You guys give us a minute?
Don: Hey.
Voight: Sorry to break up the game. Marcello and Fagan were both ambushed. Just blasted in the face with buckshot.
Don: Yeah, I heard. You've gotta be just as torn up as I am. I heard you picked up that psycho, Norelli.
Voight: Yeah, but he ain't good for it. Don, I was hoping that you could lead me in the right direction.
Don: Did, uh, did you feel the temperature drop when you walked in here? The word is out about you working with Internal Affairs.
Voight: You want to pat me down? See if I'm wired up?
Don: You're just asking some funny questions, is all… Honestly? I figured it was Norelli. If I knew anything else, you know I would tell you.
Voight: You know, Nick and Billy Fagan were shaking down this dry cleaner Hansen.
Don: For what? Extra starch?
Voight: You were always the one who was running his mouth the most but had the least to say.
Don: This is a social club. Do not come to me with police business again. Do you understand?
Chicago Med
Dawson: What happened?
Dale Hansen: She swallowed a bottle of Xanax because I lost our business. Can we do this another time?
Dawson: Some guys from Maxwell Investments pay you a visit?
Dale Hansen: Had one good cleaners we built from scratch. Bank wouldn't give us a loan for a second location, so I borrowed from Maxwell's. Things didn't work out so good. Couldn't get out of the red and... And when I didn't repay them fast enough, they took both our stores.
Halstead: Yeah, and blowing them away with a shotgun would probably take care of the vig.
Dale Hansen: Oh, am I torn up that those leaches are dead? Not for a second.
Lauren Hansen: Dad? What's going on?
Dale Hansen: They're just here to ask some question, hun. It's okay.
Halstead: You guys want to step outside ?Let's go.
Outside
Lauren Hansen: Is this about my mom?
Halstead: Actually, I need to know where your dad was all day.
Lauren Hansen: With us, why?
Halstead: Look, why don't you take your brother home? You guys should get some sleep, okay?
Nate Hansen: This is where I need to be.
Halstead: Okay.
Dawson: How are the kids?
Halstead: Lost, man.
Dawson: It's always that way, huh? Parents do dumb things, the kids take the brunt. We got to run the dad. See if he bought a shotgun recently.
Halstead: Halstead. Thanks. There's another shotgun victim in Bridgeport.
Crime scene
Olinsky: Yeah. George Washington strikes again.
Lindsay: Did you check the car?
Patrolman: Uh...
Olinsky: Hey.
Lindsay: Open the trunk.
Olinsky: Get out of there.
Colette: Don't shoot!
Lindsay: It's all right. It's all right. We're the police.
Olinsky: Call an ambulance.
Lindsay: It's okay.
Intelligence’s office
Lindsay: It's okay, take your time.
Colette: Me and dad got out of the car. It's like he came out of nowhere. Wearing a hoodie.
Lindsay: Did you get a look at him?
Colette: White. Dark hair, clean shaven. And his eyes. There was nothing behind them. He just had this blank look. And... He just turned the shotgun on my dad, and... Right in front of me.
Lindsay: I'm sorry.
Colette: Who would do that? A human being wouldn't do that.
Lindsay: Colette? Colette?
Colette: Yeah?
Lindsay: How did you end up in the trunk?
Colette: He turned the gun on me. That same dead look in his eyes. And I said, please don't kill me. So, he nodded at the trunk and said get in.
Halstead: Yo. Shotgun shell was found in the garage, 10-guage. We're looking into the lot number to see where it was bought.
Dawson: You run a check on Dale Hansen?
Halstead: Yeah, he hasn't bought a shotgun. Legally.
Lindsay: Hey, Ruzek?
Ruzek: Yeah.
Lindsay: Colette saw the shooter, so we're gonna need a sketch.
Ruzek: From the new composite software that just came out?
Lindsay: Correct.
Ruzek: Yeah, all right, yeah.
Lindsay: I'm gonna be right over here if you need me.
Ruzek: Take a seat right here. Pop a squat. And we'll get this started. The eyes, are they more round like this or more squinty like this?
Colette: Um, I don't know, round?
Ruzek: Okay, round.
Colette: Do you know what you're doing?
Ruzek: Absolutely, yeah. Colette, why don't you come with me, okay? Come on. You all right?
Marcellos’s home
Voight: Me, Nick, and Don used to raise a lot of hell back in the day.
Trish: Heh! I remember. Nick and I were planning to take a trip up to lake Geneva in a few weeks.
Voight: They still have that... That bar up there? What's it called?
Trish: The Mason Lounge.
Voight: Some bad country music.
Trish: Those were some fun times. The four of us. I used to wonder how you coped after Camille died.
Voight: I just, uh... Just gotta give it time. Trish, what do you know about Maxwell Investments?
Trish: I know it was a business Nick was involved in. That's it.
Voight: These other two guys who were killed, Valeo and Fagan, they ever come around here at all?
Trish: Yeah. A little.
Voight: Don Enrietto. I saw him at the club earlier, and I gotta be honest. I had a bad hit. Did Nick have a falling out with Enrietto?
Trish: Hank, I can't talk about Enrietto? You know that.
Voight: Just... Just nod your head. Was Nick on the outs with him? Did Enrietto want him dead?
Trish: Heh. Kids'll be home soon.
Voight: Yeah. All right.
Bar
Maddie: Haven't seen you in a while.
Halstead: Yeah, I've had to change up my routine a little bit. It's a long story.
Maddie: You don't need a reason. You are welcome back here anytime.
Bar
Bunny: You look amazing. I mean, okay, I'm gonna say it. You have my genes. But I really am, I'm so proud of you, Erin.
Lindsay: Thanks.
Bunny: Well, some good news. I've been clean for seven months. In fact, that's the real reason I wanted to see you. I've done the ninth step with everyone else but you.
Lindsay: Mom, you really...
Bunny: I am sorry.
Lindsay: Okay. There, you said it.
Bunny: Honey, please. Let's be back in each other's lives again.
Lindsay: I've been down this road with you so many times.
Bunny: This is different, baby.
Lindsay: Really?
Bunny: Is Hank Voight still in your life?
Lindsay: Yeah, he's my boss.
Bunny: You know, I'm so grateful to him for everything he did for you when I couldn't.
Lindsay: Wouldn't.
Bunny: Fine. Whatever. But he's not your blood. I am.
Bar
Halstead: Hey, where's White Mike? Shouldn't he be three highballs deep by now?
Maddie: White Mike got married.
Halstead: White Mike?
Maddie: There's hope for all of us, right?
Halstead: And a beacon of your light has shined down upon White Mike, Lord. We toast thee. To White Mike.
Maddie: To White Mike.
Halstead: Oh, man.
Maddie: What?
Halstead: I got... I gotta go.
Maddie: Okay.
Halstead’s apartment
Man: Figured since you're a cop, I don't got to call 911… They skipped the good stuff.
Halstead: Any other apartments broken into?
Man: Just yours.
21
Ruzek: Anything?
Patrolman: Getting there.
Ruzek: Yeah?
Patrolman: And you're gonna put a good word in about me upstairs?
Ruzek: You're golden, all right? Now, this is you? Turkey burger? There you go, kid.
Patrolman: Tell me the jawline one more time. Narrow, angular, round, square?
Colette: Narrow, I guess.
Ruzek: Hey, you sure you don't want to go home? Take... Take a rest real fast?
Colette: I want to find out who killed my dad.
Ruzek: Okay. Yeah.
Colette: If you need to sleep...
Ruzek: No, no, hey. I am not going anywhere. But... I'd love for you to eat, please?
Patrolman: Something like that?
Colette: You're getting close.
Intelligence’s office
Ruzek: Guys? This mean anything to you?
Halstead: That's the kid from the hospital. That's Dale Hansen's son.
Lindsay: Nate Hansen was enrolled at the Union Hill Military Academy in Arizona. His TAC officer says he was first in his class but three days ago, he disappeared. That was the day after his mother overdosed.
Dawson: I just checked with the school's army. They're missing a Browning gold 10-gauge, along with a box of shells.
Voight: Let's grab this kid up.
Hansen’s house
Atwater: Chicago police!
Lauren Hansen: My brother's not here.
Ruzek: Get back, get back.
Dawson: Eyewitness described your son to a "T."
Halstead: I think you got squeezed, you wanted some retribution, so you sent your son to do it for you.
Dale Hansen: I swear we just found out what Nate was doing. He ran off maybe a half hour ago.
Lindsay: We're all clear, guys. No Nate, no weapons.
Voight: If you had nothing to do with it, how did Nate know who to target?
Dale Hansen: The three of them. Marcello, Fagan, and Valeo showed up one night. When I said I'd go to the cops, they threatened my life… My kids… Nate saw them do this. He saw me cower and beg. The look on his face. It's my fault.
Lauren Hansen: If you find Nate, please don't hurt him.
Olinsky: That's up to him.
Voight: Is there anyone else who leaned on you, your son might be gunning for?
Dale Hansen: Uh... There was a boss who I paid money to a few times. Enrietto.
Voight: Don Enrietto?
Street
Voight: All right. I know Enrietto, I'll make the first play...
Gunshots
Voight: Cover the back!
Olinsky: Police!
Don Enrietto’s house
Don: Kid thought I'd go down easy.
Outside
Halstead: Okay. Think about what you're doing.
Chase
Halstead: Offender fleeing southbound on foot. Dark hoodie. Stop, police!
Lindsay: Jay!
Lindsay: Nate, stop!
Lindsay: Nate, stop!
Tunnels
Atwater: When I was on patrol, a guy got mugged. Chased a robber into one of these. Took the body patrol about three days to find all those parts.
Lindsay: How about you tell that story when we we're not walking on the tracks?
Halstead: Check this out.
Street
Ruzek: We got a ping on Hansen's phone. It's right around here somewhere.
Lindsay: Where?
Ruzek: I don't know, this thing says right here.
Woman: Police!
Lindsay: What happened?
Woman: A kid. He had a gun.
Lindsay: A white kid in a Navy hoodie? Okay.
Halstead: Hey, he dumped his phone.
Woman: He took my car.
Lindsay: What kind of car?
Dawson: It's not good enough. I want every blue 2005 Ford Escort on any highway coming out of Chicago to...
Lindsay: Guys? White male with a shotgun just stormed into Chicago Med.
Dawson: That's where Hansen's mother is.
Chicago Med
Nate Hansen: Stay back!
Mrs Hansen: Nathan? Please don't do this.
Halstead: Wait, wait, wait. Hey, put your guns down. Put them down. Put your guns down!
Nate Hansen: Stay back!
Halstead: Nate. Listen to me, okay? I was in the army. Third battalion, 75th Ranger Regiment. My name is Jay. And I know exactly what you're feeling right now.
Mrs Hansen: Please. Listen to him.
Halstead: You were trained to protect. And that's what you did. But it's over, okay? So I need you to just put your gun down. And I promise you, you're gonna walk out of here. You're 17. They can't charge you as an adult, all right? You could still make a deal.
Nate Hansen: They won't shoot me?
Halstead: Buddy, they got to shoot me first.
Nate Hansen: Here, sir.
Halstead: Okay, come on. All right. I need you to put your hands behind your back.
Interview room
Nate Hansen: My parents spent their whole lives building that business to provide for me and Lauren. They beat my dad like a dog in front of me.
Voight: You should've just come to the police, kid.
Nate Hansen: They told him they'd kill us if they did.
Olinsky: Why'd you put the dollar bill on their chest?
Nate Hansen: They want our money? They can have it.
Lauren Hansen: He used to get in so much trouble. He was always fighting with mom and dad until they sent him to that school. And then that place made him into this.
Halstead: He's gonna be held on no bail until he's arraigned.
Lauren Hansen: Nate said you won't charge him as an adult.
Halstead: It's premeditated murder. The state's attorney will try to take a run at it.
Lauren Hansen: So you lied to him?
Halstead: To get the gun out of his hand so he didn't kill somebody else? Hell, yes, I did.
Restaurant
Bunny: He still has his place in Elmwood Park and remember that old broken boat he had in his backyard? Still there. He still talks about fixing it up and moving to Channel Lake, God bless him. You used to love spending the fourth there, having Roman candle fights with the neighbourhood kids.
Lindsay: I don't remember that. Do you know what I do remember about the 4th of July?
Bunny: What?
Lindsay: The time I found you OD'd on the kitchen floor. I didn't think a 70 pound girl could lift a grown woman like that. But see, I knew I couldn't call 911 for help 'cause then CPS would take me from you… Yeah, I dragged you into the bathtub. Kept filling it with ice cubes. Just sitting there hoping you didn't die.
Bunny: Do we really have to bring up all this negative stuff?
Lindsay: I was nine. And do you know what you said to me when you woke up? "Get my cigarettes."
Bunny: I made amends with you, Erin.
Lindsay: Oh, I know you did. And I know you don't like talking about it. But if you want to get back in my life, sometimes I'm gonna have to. Your call.
Bunny: Can we just drop it, please?
Lindsay: Oh, I get it now. You meet a nice guy, and he finds out you have an adult daughter in Chicago that you haven't talked to in eight years and thinks it's a little weird, right? So, you want me to prop you up?
Bunny: Could we just drop this? Really, please? Hi, honey.
Johnny: Sorry I'm late, work was crazy.
Bunny: Johnny, I want you to meet my daughter, Erin.
Lindsay: Nice to meet you, Johnny. I got to run back to work, but I just wanted to congratulate you guys.
Johnny: It's great meeting you too, Erin. Hopefully we'll be seeing you a lot more.
Lindsay: Yeah.
Bunny: Bye, sweetheart.
Club
Don: Hey, Hank? Want to play some pinochle?
Voight: Nah, nah. I just sent a teenager away for murder, and I got a friend laying in the morgue, I'm just gonna sit here and drink this beer.
Don: You know, I remember when you and me and Nick were little kids running around this club. Washing the old-timers' cars. Going out for beer runs. And when you said that you were gonna be a cop, I said, of course you are. Your old man was one. That's your lot in life. And I said to Nick, you know, why don't you go with Hank? Go be a cop. "Have a steady life because you are not cut out for the other side of the street." You know what he said? "No way. I want to hang with you, Donnie." I miss him, too. But he knew the risks.
Voight: This is a social club. You don't come to me talking about Nick ever again. You understand?
Bar
Halstead: Hey.
Lindsay: Hey.
Halstead: Went well, huh?
Lindsay: Can I have another one?
Maddie: You got it.
Lindsay: You're sleeping with her.
Halstead: What? No.
Lindsay: You're a horrible liar.
Halstead: We played Scrabble, like, once at her apartment.
Lindsay: Shut up.
Halstead: That's it.
Lindsay: Shut up. Thank you. She's cute. What's up?
Halstead: I need a place to crash until the bounty blows over.
Lindsay: I think you're in luck. Walinski's got room in his garage.
Halstead: Come on.
Lindsay: Come on, what?
Halstead: Can I crash with you?
Lindsay: Are you gonna try to play Scrabble with me, too?
Halstead: I will be the perfect gentleman, as usual.
Lindsay: Don't even start.
Halstead: Can I or not?
Lindsay: Yeah, we'll work something out. Jay!
Gunshots
Halstead: Maddie!
