Platt’s office.
Platt: Congratulations. You're on gun buy-back duty at the grocery store over on Ashland.
Roman: What does that entail?
Platt: People turn in guns. You give them a grocery gift card. No questions asked. And bring your galoshes, you're gonna get soaked in that parking lot.
Burgess: Okay, but do we give them...
Platt: Hey! You two, over here. Go. Go, scoot. It requires no more explanation.
Burgess: Hey.
Lindsay: Hey.
Platt: Got word from Adquarters. You're both up for mandatory firearms requalification. Get to the shooting range by Friday.
In stairs.
Halstead: Now, remind me, 'cause I'm drawing a blank here. Who was it that had the most shots in the black the last time we requalified?
Lindsay: I believe the operative words here are "last time."
Platt: I got my money on you, girl.
Lindsay: Okay.
Intelligence office
Lindsay: What's going on in there?
Dawson: Commander Fischer came in with Alderman Becks and his wife, then shut the door. Now you have all the information I have.
Voight’s office
Mr. Becks: No one is doing anything!
Voight: My understanding is your daughter and her friend have been missing less than 24 hours.
Mrs. Becks: Allison always calls. Always. This isn't like her. I've tried texting, leaving voicemails. She...
Mr. Becks: I'm asking you, as a favour, help us. Please.
Voight: I'll look into it.
Mr. and Mrs. Becks leaves.
Voight: You know this is most likely a wank. The girl's sleeping off a hangover at her friend's house.
Fischer: Becks is a friend of Deputy Superintendant Zarley. So that makes this wank your priority.
Voight: I'll get into it.
Intelligence office.
Dawson: Allison Becks, 16 years old. Last seen with her friend Hayden Tannenbaum. They were supposed to go back to the Becks' house after a study group. Neither showed.
Lindsay: School records do show that both of these girls are in all AP classes and got straight As. Study group's plausible. Maybe they are jammed up.
Dawson: Allison's dad woke up to an email this morning from Uber saying she booked a car in his account last night.
Olinsky: What the hell's an "Uber"?
Dawson: It's like a taxi, but you get a black car.
Olinsky: So why didn't you say "black car"?
Ruzek: It's not just black cars, it's regular cars too. It's an app. You order it on your phone. It's got all your credit card information. Never mind. I'm gonna call the company, see if I can get in touch with the driver.
Voight: Good, and you call State's Attorney Kot. I want a warrant for both girls' cell phones and computers.
Atwater: You got it, boss.
Voight: Hey, they got GPS on these black cars?
Halstead: Yeah. All of 'em.
Voight: All right, I want...
Halstead: Yep, I got it.
Voight: Yeah, all that stuff.
Ruzek: Thank you. Hey, Sarge.
Voight: Huh.
Ruzek: We got a problem with the Uber driver.
Crime scene.
Dawson: Plates match. This is the car the girls were in.
Garcia: Found blood in the backseat. Forensics is on its way.
Voight: Who called it in? Get me his name, all his info.
Voight: What's up?
They find the driver.
Chicago Med
Driver: I'm at a light. Next thing I know, my door's jerked open… I'm ripped from my seat, my face pushed down into the brush. Took my phone, my wallet. Didn't say a word, just started beating me.
Dawson: You get a look at anyone?
Driver: They wore masks. I'm sorry. Everything's a blur. There were two of 'em.
Dawson: What about the girls in the backseat?
Driver: I didn't...
Olinsky: What about before the attack? You notice anyone suspicious hanging around the library where you made your pickup?
Driver: Library? I didn't pick them up at any library.
Voight enters in Becks’s company.
Secretary: Excuse me, one second. Uh, can I help you?
Voight: Just be a minute.
Becks’s office.
Voight: Hey. Your wife said you were here. Your daughter's missing, you still come to the office?
Mr. Becks: I had to do something. But I've been staring at the same piece of paper for two hours now.
Voight: If you're into something that you wouldn't be proud of, you need to tell me now.
Mr. Becks: I'm not.
Voight: Maybe someone got tired of buying you off, or the contract you turned down came back to bite you, or any number of ways you can get your feet wet in this city.
Mr. Becks: I'm not dirty, Voight. I've never been dirty.
Voight: What about the trip you took to the Florida Keys with the head of the plumbing union? Just save the speeches. Get me a list of everyone who might wanna hurt you. Okay?
The Tannenbaum’s house.
Halstead: Did Hayden call last night? Email?
Mr. Tannenbaum: No. No, not after she left the house.
Lindsay: Can either of you think of anyone who might want to hurt your daughter?
Mr. Tannenbaum: No. No, not at all. We don't understand how this can be happening.
Lindsay: Liza?
Halstead: Hey, Gordon, why don't we head outside and get some air?
They leaves.
Mrs. Tannenbaum: This is my fault. I told her she could go. It was just a sleepover.
Lindsay: This isn't your fault. Okay?
In the garden
Mr. Tannenbaum: I'm supposed to be some, I don't know, tough guy. I'm in construction. I... I play up an image. You know, all the guys do. But with my daughter... I'm just a father, you know?
In the living room
Lindsay: Now, does Hayden have a boyfriend? Maybe she didn't want her dad to know.
Mrs. Tannenbaum: Oh. She's always been a pretty girl. Teenage girls, there's a new crush every three weeks. I just stopped bothering to learn their names.
Lindsay: We've got good people on it, okay?
Halstead and Gordon come back
Lindsay: If you guys think of anything else, even if it's something small, call us.
Mrs. Tannenbaum: Okay.
Mr. Tannenbaum: Of course. Thank you. Thank you all so much.
On a parking
Burgess: I just saw a tumbleweed.
Roman: It'll pick up… Damn it.
Burgess: What?
Roman: This guy cancelled on me tonight.
Burgess: For what?
Roman: I run a private security business on the side.
Burgess: Really? Well, okay, I've got some free time if you're ever looking for somebody.
Roman: You play your cards right...
Burgess: Oh, that's just... You're just... Thanks.
A boy comes.
Burgess: Oh... You know that's a BB gun, right?
Boy: It's a gun, ain't it?
Roman: It is a gun.
Burgess: Okay. You know, I was trying to remember. Was working a lakefront beat during the polar vortex or was it this that is the worst detail in the district? It's this.
Intelligence office
Voight: Hey, Ruzek, where we at with the driver's phone?
Ruzek: I called the service provider. Gave 'em the exigent circumstances speech, yadda yadda, still waiting to hear back.
Atwater: Well, we found out the girls lied about the library. Got on the Uber GPS to see where the pickup did occur. Central Chicago university dormitory, where a kid named Jordan Biggs happens to live who has been blowing up Allison's phone with over a thousand text messages this month.
Lindsay: All of Allison's responses are variations of "leave me alone."
Dawson: So why was she at his dorm?
Voight: Check it out.
Jordan’s room
Dawson: Hey, Jordan. Can we come in?
Jordan: Uh... I don't... I don't know, I don't...
Dawson: Maybe you couldn't think straight with the music being so loud. Have a seat.
Jordan: What's this about?
Dawson: Judging by your texts, you're pretty upset over a breakup with Allison Becks.
Jordan: My texts? How did you get my...
Dawson: What'd you do when Allison and Hayden came over last night?
Jordan: We hung out. Whoa! Whoa! Is this because her dad's, like, a politician or something? He send you guys here to scare me?
Dawson: This is us wanting answers.
Jordan: Well, don't you need, like, a warrant or something to get those...
Dawson: No, we don't.
Jordan: Allison and me, we just hang out sometimes.
Atwater: You sure about that? Because your texts sound more like you wanna hang out, and she wants you to stop texting her phone. One of the texts actually said, "stop texting my phone, Jordan."
Jordan: We got in a tiny fight. So what? Is this coming from Allison or from her dad?
Dawson: Did you do something to those girls?
Jordan: Absolutely. What do you mean?
Dawson: I mean they're missing, Jordan. Ever since last night. Where'd the girls go after they left here?
Jordan: They, um... They took an Uber home. What's going on? They're missing?
Atwater: Yeah.
Dawson’s phone rings.
Dawson: Yeah? On our way. Ruzek got a ping on the driver's phone.
Jordan: Oh, my God. Hey! What's... What's going on?
Dawson: Stay put.
Street
Ruzek: All right, signal's weak, but it's around here somewhere.
Voight: All right. Spread out. We go through doors if we have to.
A girl jumps through a window.
Voight: Stay down!
Gunshots
Lindsay: Go. Cover me! I'm the police, it's okay! But you gotta move!
Voight: Breach! Go, go, go!
Ruzek: All right, you're clear!
Voight: Halstead! Around the back!
In the building
Dawson: Get back. Close the door. Atwater.
Atwater: Clear.
Apartment
Ruzek: Gun!
Gunshots
Ruzek: Clear!
Atwater: Clear!
Back of the building
Atwater: Police!
Ruzek: Halstead, other side of the fence!
A guy runs away with a girl.
Halstead: Police! Don't move!
Street
Voight: Requesting air one. I don't wanna lose that car.
Dawson: One dead offender. Rest of the building is clear.
Halstead: I saw the other girl. He was putting her in the trunk. We gotta go.
Voight: All right. Let's get out of here.
Halstead: Hey, you okay? You good?
Lindsay: Yeah, yeah, we'll catch up.
Sylvie and Peter come.
Sylvie: Hey, what have we got?
Lindsay: She came flying out of that window. I think she's got a couple of cracked ribs and maybe her ankle.
Sylvie: We'll take it from here. You're in good hands, Hayden. All right. You're all right.
Peter: We're gonna tilt her up and just get her right on this board, okay?
Hayden: Okay.
Sylvie: All right. There we go.
Peter: Ready? And up.
Dawson: Coulda been a cop, Mills.
Peter: Yeah, yeah. The ball rolls funny for everybody, huh?
21 entrance
Ruzek: Thank you. All right, they must have had a dump car or something, 'cause the eye in the sky got nothing.
Olinsky: Well, if he's running, he's gonna be running scared.
Platt: Psst. Hey, hey!
Dawson: Eva.
Eva: I know what you're gonna say and just know that I'm fine, everything's fine.
Dawson: Where's your mother?
Eva: She's home. I took the train.
Dawson: By yourself?! Does your mom know?
Eva: I... I called, and I just left a message.
Dawson: You're grounded. You're as grounded as you've ever been.
Eva: Dad, don't you wanna know why I came here?
Dawson: No! I don't want to hear anything out of your mouth right now except, "I'm sorry, dad. This won't happen again, dad." That's all I want to hear.
Voight: Antonio. Hayden Tannenbaum's ready to give a statement.
Dawson: I'm coming. Nadia. Come over here? This is my very-much-in-trouble daughter, Eva. Can you take her into that office, watch her until I get my wife on the phone to come pick her up?
Nadia: Yeah, of course.
Eva: Dad...
Dawson: Not another word, Eva. I mean it.
Nadia: Hey. Let's go sit.
Chicago Med
Hayden: We were tied to the radiator with those plastic things you find on packages. They were getting ready to move us, but they must've seen you guys outside, 'cause they started arguing amongst themselves, saying, "someone's out there, we gotta do this now, right now." So, um... One came over with a knife and cut us loose, and as soon as I felt myself free, I didn't even think... It was like my legs just took over, and I saw the window and I just crashed through it.
Voight: Hayden. Did you get a look at these guys?
Hayden: They wore masks. They never took 'em off. I thought I was dead. And they still have Allison? I shouldn't have left. I should've stayed...
Lindsay: No, Hayden. You did exactly what you should have done. You got away. That was exactly right. We'll find Allison. It's okay.
Hallway
Mr. Becks: She gonna be all right?
Voight: Yeah.
Mr. Becks: And you saw Allison? She was alive? She was okay?
Halstead: She's alive.
Voight: Which is a good sign. That means whoever has her is trying to make a deal. Has anyone contacted you?
Mr. Becks: No. But I've been racking my brain trying to come up with anyone I've dealt with that might be in the... Consideration for something like this. I didn't know what to do. So I wrote down everyone.
On a parking
Roman: Here you go… See? Not so bad.
Burgess: Oh, no. Totally. I mean, we're really doing our part to fight crime and clean up the streets.
Roman: Hey, ma'am. What do you got for us? Whoa! Street sweeper.
Birdie: Some punk threw it in my garden. Least I don't have to pay for groceries this week. You see how much they charge for a ham these days?
Burgess: Do they have good sales here?
Birdie: Occasionally. But I go to the jewels over by my house on 112th. They have better prices.
Burgess: Okay. Well, thank you, Miss...
Birdie: Birdie.
Burgess: Thank you, Miss Birdie.
Roman: Look at this thing… Wait. There's no way.
Burgess: What?
Roman: She said she lived on 112th Street?
Burgess: She said she shopped around there, yeah.
Roman: No way.
Burgess: What?
Roman: Hey! Hey! 24s-X7F9.
Burgess: What?
Roman: Her license plate! Write it down! 24S-X7F9.
Burgess: 7F9. I got it, I got it!
Roman: 24...
Burgess: I got it.
Roman: I know this gun. Look at this.
Platt’s office
Roman: We got a gun we think was used in a triple homicide I responded to a month ago. Never solved.
Platt: How does a gun buyback assignment turn into a homicide investigation?
Roman: Sarge, we think this is the missing piece. Only witness said he saw a guy with a white-tipped gun.
Platt: Do you know what "no questions asked" means? The gun buy-back program is effective because we maintain trust within the community. If we lose that trust, guns don't come off the streets.
Roman: But sarge, this is a homicide.
Platt: Drop this off at homicide and get back to patrol.
Intelligence office
Ruzek: I.D. came back on our dead shooter. Guy by the name of Jason Woodley. Career criminal. Two months out of prison after a stint for armed robbery.
Voight: All right. Jason Woodley. I want everything we got on this guy. Family members, known associates.
Platt: Hank, you got someone downstairs says she knows you.
Voight: You got this?
21 entrance
Platt: Right there.
Voight: Yeah.
Olive: Are you Hank?
Voight: Who's asking?
Olive: I'm Olive. Olive Morgan. I remember Justin said you worked here. Since I didn't have your address...
Voight: You know Justin?
Olive: Uh, yeah. We dated for a while, on and off. Then he disappeared. I didn't hear from him. Someone said he might've joined the marines or something. I don't know how to get a hold of him. I'm not asking for anything. I just thought he should know that I'm... Well... Pregnant.
Voight: It's his?
Olive: Yeah. I took a few tests at home, then went to a clinic.
Lindsay: We should get to the hospital, see if Hayden knows any more about Jason Woodley. I'll get the car.
Voight: Listen...
Olive: Olive.
Voight: Olive, uh... I'll have Justin get in touch with you. All right? Just leave your number with the desk sergeant.
Olive: Okay. Thanks.
Voight: Hey, look. I'm sorry, okay? We're just really crazed today. Here's my card. Just call me later and we'll talk it over.
Olive: Thank you. I don't mean to cause any trouble.
Voight: No trouble.
Chicago Med
Lindsay: Parents finally stop squeezing you to death?
Hayden: They went to get food and let the dog out.
Lindsay: Take a look at this. This is one of the men who kidnapped you. Does he look familiar to you at all? You ever seen him before last night? Hayden, if you know something, you need to tell me.
Hallway
Voight: You forget a little detail?
Mr. Becks: I gave you everything.
Voight: Not you. You.
Mr. Tannenbaum: What?
Voight: Jason Woodley. Your daughter said she saw you talking to him and another guy a few weeks ago.
Mr. Tannenbaum: Look, I...
Voight: She saw you talking to him. The guy my detective shot while your daughter was escaping!
Mr. Becks: You knew him?
Mr. Tannenbaum: I...
Mr. Becks: You knew him?!
Voight: Hey!
Mr. Becks: Tell him what you know!
Voight: Not this way!
Mr. Becks: Get off of me! He got our daughters kidnapped!
Voight: Walk!
Mr. Becks: He knows where my daughter is!
Voight: That way.
Mr. Becks: He knows!
Interview room
Mr. Tannenbaum: So what? A guy from my past was involved? That doesn't mean nothing.
Voight: That smug face you're wearing... It's gonna come off. Who was the guy with Woodley?
Mr. Tannenbaum: I swear, I had no idea who was doing this, who was involved.
Atwater: There's a fat guy in a suit downstairs. Looks like he lawyered up.
Voight: Sit tight, Gordon. This is just getting started.
Hallway
Halstead: Sorry, Chief.
Voight: Huh?
Halstead: Patrol notified Woodley's mom. She's the only known relative. They're sitting on the house till we get there.
Voight: All right, so get there.
Office
Dawson: Hey.
Nadia leaves.
Dawson: I talked to your mother. She's on her way. She'll be here in half an hour.
Eva: Oh. Okay.
Dawson: I'm sorry I snapped at you. It's just you scared the hell out of me, honestly.
Eva: But... I wanted to see you.
Dawson: Look, um... Your ma and I, we're still figuring things out. She said you might've heard some things.
Eva: I don't know what to do.
Dawson: Hey, hey, hey. You need to know something, Eva. I love you. I love you and your brother more than life itself.
Eva: I love you too, dad.
Dawson: I'm not giving up on your mother and me. Nothing has been decided. We're just... We're just in different orbits right now. She needs some time, and I gotta respect that.
Eva: Yeah.
Dawson: But you... You, Diego and me are a knot that'll never come undone. No matter what. Yeah? Come on. Okay. That's my girl.
Birdie’s home.
Birdie: How'd you come to my door?
Burgess: Not too many people living around here first name of Birdie.
Birdie: I'm not gonna tell you nothing...
Burgess: No, of course. I know. It's not what you think. It turns out we made a mistake. It's so embarrassing. Because you did us this great service of bringing in such a dangerous weapon, you actually... Yeah, you actually get $300.
Roman: Do you think we could maybe come in and exchange it for the other one?
Birdie: I set it down somewhere around here.
Burgess: We don't get a lot of women bringing TEC-9s around.
Birdie: First time I ever held a gun in my life. I wanted nothing to do with it. Left it on my stoop for a month. Then I saw your sign, and I figured I'd fetch it... Ah! And hand it over.
Roman: You know what's weird about that puppy? There was a piece of plastic around the barrel, almost like there was something attached.
Birdie: Well, there was a plastic bottle full of rags falling off it... I set those in the dumpster this morning.
Dumpster’s way
Burgess: Okay. Let's go rock, paper, scissor. No, or when we were kids, we'd go chicken, dynamite, chainsaw. Do you know that one? It's like dynamite blows up the chicken... Okay. You go. Sure.
Woodley’s mother house
Mrs. Woodley: You know what they told me when I asked to see my boy? Said he was evidence. Like he was a thing.
Olinsky: Hard as it might be to hear, ma'am, your boy took his own life when he shot at us.
Mrs. Woodley: Which one of you killed him?
Halstead: Neither, ma'am.
Mrs. Woodley: Well, you tell the officer that did...
Olinsky: Ma'am?
Mrs. Woodley: I have nothing but peace now. 'Cause that boy... Could never turn the corner. Though I tried and I tried and I tried.
Olinsky: I understand, ma'am. I understand. You can only do what you can. Right?
Halstead: Can you tell us who he ran around with? Because what he did... He wasn't alone.
Mrs. Woodley: Had to be Reid. Had to be. Had to be.
Olinsky: Reid what, ma'am?
Mrs. Woodley: Dryer.
Olinsky: Thank you. Thank you very much.
Mrs. Woodley: You should've shot him, too!
Intelligence office
Voight: Thank you. Reid Dryer. Construction foreman, just got out of prison. Did ten years for armed robbery.
Halstead: Guy he robbed was embezzling money from Gordon's company.
Ruzek: So Gordon hires Reid to take back the money guy's been robbing from him. Does it, goes to prison.
Interview room
Lloyd: My client has nothing to say.
Voight: You hired Reid Dryer ten years ago to rip off a man. The whole thing went south, so you didn't pay him. Now, he's out with a score to settle. Sound about right to you?
Lloyd: Don't say a word. Unless there's anything else? Sergeant Voight, always a pleasure.
Mrs. Tannenbaum and her daughter enters.
Mrs. Tannenbaum: What did you do?
Lindsay: You don't want to talk to us? Talk to them.
Hayden: Is it true?
Lloyd: We're done here. There's nothing left to discuss.
Voight: Let's take a walk, Lloyd.
They leave.
Mr. Tannenbaum: I didn't mean for any of this to happen.
Hayden: You have to help find Allison.
Mr. Tannenbaum: Sweetie...
Hayden: She's my best friend! She's my age. Those men are... They're animals. I looked up to you every day of my life. You're my dad. You're supposed to be...
Mrs. Tannenbaum: You're gonna tell them everything you know.
Mr. Tannenbaum: I gave 'em Beck's cell phone. They didn't even know whose girl they had.
Outside the school.
Voight: That cell phone is in this building. Halstead, what do you see?
Halstead: Nothing yet.
At church.
Lindsay: Same here. Empty so far.
Dawson: Ruzek, how many rooms we looking at?
Van
Ruzek: Blueprints are coming in now. You got 'em?
Atwater: Yeah.
Ruzek: What do you think, 15, 16? We've got something like 15 or 16 rooms.
Outside the school.
Halstead: Hold up, I got something. Second floor, two people. Big room, the north side of the building. Looks like it could be our kidnapper.
Van
Ruzek: That's the science lab… Guys, at the end of the hall, turn left.
Lindsay: Approaching the science lab now.
Science lab
Mr. Becks: Where is she?
Reid Dryer: Open the case. Show me the money. Open the case.
Mr. Becks: Not till I can see her.
Reid Dryer: I'll tell you where she's at once you open the case!
Lindsay and Dawson enter.
Lindsay: Gun! Chicago Police! Get down on the ground!
Dawson: Let me see your hands!
Reid Dryer: I said no cops!
Gunshot
Outside the school
Halstead: Shot fired inside.
Voight’s car
Voight: You got eyes on Allison yet?
Outside the school
Halstead: I'm not seeing anything.
Science lab
Dawson: Drop it! Where is she?
Reid Dryer: Shoot me, you'll never find her! You need me!
Lindsay: Where is she?
Reid Dryer: After I walk out of here!
Van
Ruzek: He's got to have her stashed somewhere.
Atwater: Someplace where she can't get loose, where we won't hear her scream. A lot of those schools got soundproof music rooms.
Ruzek: Where, where? All right, music room. Northwest side.
Voight’s car
Voight: You got it.
Van
Ruzek: Nice, nice, nice.
Science lab
Lindsay: Where is the girl?
Reid Dryer: You need me. Otherwise, you don't have a damn chance.
Music room
Voight: Allison. You all right? You okay? Halstead, we have Allison Becks. You got a shot, take it.
Outside the school
Halstead shoots.
Science lab
Lindsay: Got him?
Dawson: Yeah.
Allison comes
Allison: Dad! Dad!
Mr. Becks: Oh, my baby.
Allison: What happened?
Mr. Becks: Oh, my baby. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. It's okay.
Lindsay: Voight, through and through on Becks.
Mr. Becks: It's okay. It's okay. You're safe. He called my cell. He said he'd give me Allison if I brought the money. He said not to go to the police… I had to try.
Platt’s office
Platt: The science fair is next week.
Roman: Homemade silencer attached to the gun we brought in earlier.
Platt: You went back and asked questions?
Burgess: We, in fact, did not make a single statement ending in a question mark. Now, the shooter was smart enough to wipe the gun clean. But he forgot the inside of the bottle when he shoved the rags in the silencer.
Roman: Prints match an Alex Weaver. Guy's already done time for gun possession, now we got him on first degree.
Burgess: Yeah.
Roman: Homicide had him dead to rights, but they couldn't make the case stick without the evidence. We scoured that neighbourhood, Sergeant... I mean scoured. I can't even tell you how many man hours.
Burgess: Sean already called Detective Schember in area north Violent Crimes. Thinks they'll get a confession now, at worst. Won't need it anyway.
Roman: They'll get a conviction. Guaranteed.
Burgess: Guaranteed.
Platt: I don't know how they did things over at the 31st. But here at 21, rules do not exist so that you can find new and creative ways to break them.
Burgess: Sergeant...
Platt: Both of you, change out. Go home. You're done for the day.
Roman: It was my idea...
Platt: I know whose idea it was. Now both of you can leave.
Locker room
Dawson: Whoa!
Roman: Sorry, Detective. It's just... Forget it… How long you known Sergeant Platt?
Dawson: Long time.
Roman: Well, she's a real pain in the ass.
Dawson: That is true.
Roman: Hey, listen. I heard you're getting divorced.
Dawson: What?
Roman: I know those get expensive.
Dawson: It's like old ladies at fences around here.
Roman: No, it's just, I been meaning to ask. I got a company on the side. Security business. Pays up to 500 a night. I'm always looking for off-duty cops wanting to make good cash. You gotta wear a suit, but it's easy money.
Dawson: I... It's not a good time.
Roman: Say no more. This guy cancelled on me tonight, that's all. Hey, if you free up, call my cell. Otherwise, no worries.
Dawson: 500 you said?
Roman: Yeah.
Shoots room
Halstead: Question for you.
Lindsay: Yep.
Halstead: Do you think maybe they'll just let me turn in Dryer's knee for requalification? You know, just put the X-ray in my file. Bam. Done. Requalified.
Lindsay: Yeah, yeah. How much?
Halstead: On this? How much you got?
Lindsay: C-note.
Halstead: You're on.
Voight’s house
Voight: Good?
Olive: Oh, my God. So good.
Voight: Not too rare?
Olive: Thanks. Just... I'm usually a microwave girl.
Voight: You gotta start eating better now. I checked with Justin.
Olive: Yeah?
Voight: Yeah, he's got leave soon. Says he's bee-lining it for here. A week or two.
Olive: That's great. I can't wait to see him. I hope he knows.
Voight: Oh, he knows. You got work?
Olive: I'm staying with my aunt in Pilsen, which means no rent, so that's good. I mean, she's not all there, which is dicey, but she's always been good to me, and it's free, so I'll take it.
And I'm getting certified in physical therapy. I can make, 300, 500 a week once I'm finished. For now, I'm just working at the counter at a makeup store.
Voight: Wait here a sec.
Asher’s apartment
Dawson: Antonio Dawson. I'm here to...
Asher: Asher. Come in. Heard nothing but good things about you.
Dawson: Yeah? Then you haven't heard everything.
Asher: You work personal security before?
Dawson: Not like this.
Asher: Yeah, well, I got three things I'm gonna need from you. One, watch my back. Two, don't ask too many questions.
Layla: Hair and makeup in 45 minutes. It's a new record for me.
Asher: This is my wife, Layla.
Layla: I was just about to make myself a Moscow mule.
Dawson: Antonio.
Asher: She's number three. Keep your eye on her.
