Halstead’s apartment
Halstead: I need to rehydrate.
Lindsay: That mean you're done?
Halstead: No. No, no, no, no. Just... In between rounds.
Lindsay: I need to tell you something.
Halstead: You're married?
Lindsay: Not quite. There's a... There's a lieutenant in the Zapata cartel who's agreed to intro an undercover into the organization. Lang wants us down there ASAP.
Halstead: Where's "down there"?
Lindsay: La Paz, Bolivia. We... We roll out tomorrow.
Halstead: I'm really happy for you.
Lindsay: I still have 24 hours if you want to try and make the most of it.
Halstead: We just caught a crime scene.
Street
Bob Ruzek: Neighbour heard gunshots. Called it in.
Olinsky: So were you the responding officer?
Bob Ruzek: I was.
Voight: All right, Bob, thanks. Oh, hey, your kid's doing great.
Ruzek: Hey, what's up, pops?
Bob Ruzek: Hey, they brought in the big gun.
Ruzek: I thought you switched to days?
Bob Ruzek: Oh, I've been back on midnights for a few months now. The city's prettier at night.
Ruzek: I should get in there.
Bob Ruzek: Yeah, me too, right?
Ruzek: Yeah, of course.
Crime scene
Bob Ruzek: Lucy Denton, the mom. Daughter's name is Shelby. Lucy knew somebody at the mayor's office, which is why you guys got called in, I guess.
Dawson: Husband live here?
Bob Ruzek: Yeah, Wes Denton, husband and father. Don't know where he is, doesn't answer his phone, and there's an eight-year-old son, Jordan. Don't know where he is.
Olinsky: Silva from homicide said they found casings from a Smith & Wesson. Same caliber registered to Wes Denton.
Bob Ruzek: We found an open gun case open in the master closet. Gun was gone.
Atwater: Motion detectors and window sensors... This is top-of-the-line security system. Do you know if the alarm was set?
Bob Ruzek: Technician tells me it is. So whoever entered had access to code.
Dawson: Or they forced someone to enter it.
Bob Ruzek: Yeah, or that.
Voight: Hey, you get a ping on the father's phone or GPS? Got a location?
Bob Ruzek: I'm just the responding officer.
Voight: So that's a no?
Bob Ruzek: Wow. They don't call it Intelligence for nothing, huh?
Ruzek: Pops, come here.
Bob Ruzek: What?
Ruzek: What the hell was that?
Bob Ruzek: I know when I'm being condescended to.
Ruzek: What are you talking about? That's just how he is. He asked you a question, dad. He's also my sergeant. Intelligence is my team, you know? The only person I heard being condescending was you.
Landry room
Atwater: Yo, I got something.
Voight: Yeah, what is it?
Atwater: We got blood on the floor.
Voight: Hmm.
Atwater: And we got this… How old did they say the boy was?
Voight: Eight.
Dawson: Patrol's got eyes on the dad's car.
Voight: All right, go tell everyone the boy is injured, so we gotta move.
On the road
Halstead: That's it.
Voight: Assume Denton's armed, but remember, we might have a kid in there.
Dawson: Copy.
Street
Olinsky: Clear!
Halstead: Hold up.
Voight: All right, hit it.
Dawson: You leaving town?
Wes Denton: Hey, what are you guys doing?
Dawson: Wes Denton?
Wes Denton: Yeah.
Dawson: Where's your son?
Wes Denton: What? What? Wh... Home. Why? What's happened? What's going on?
Voight: There's been a crime.
Interview room
Dawson: Anyone in your wife's life or your life that you were having problems with?
Wes Denton: That would do this? No.
Voight: You own a Smith & Wesson, correct?
Wes Denton: That's right, I do.
Voight: So where is it?
Wes Denton: At the house.
Voight: It's not at the house.
Wes Denton: Well, then, I don't know where it is. Maybe, you know... Maybe whoever did this to my family, maybe they took it.
Voight: Wes, where's your son, Jordan?
Wes Denton: I already told you. I don't know.
Dawson: Why did you have all those clothes in the car? Where were you headed?
Wes Denton: Do I need a lawyer?
Dawson: Why would you need a lawyer, Wes, if you haven't done anything wrong?
Wes Denton: Because I feel like you're pushing me in a direction that is unthinkable and untrue.
Voight: Why all the clothes?
Wes Denton: I was coming home from work in Fort Wayne.
Voight: According to your neighbours, you're some big shot at Hewlett-Packard here in Chicago.
Wes Denton: I was laid off a year ago, and I've been picking up freelance it work installing server systems at night.
Dawson: Why was your phone off all day?
Wes Denton: My battery was dead! I forgot my charger. It's a three-hour drive home.
Voight: Where's your son?
Wes Denton: I don't know! I don't know! Why don't I start asking you that question? Or you! Isn't that your job, or do you just sit around accusing innocent people of slaughtering their families?
Street
Roman: This is Jordan Denton, the missing boy. Intelligence found his bloody prints in the back of the house, which means he may have escaped. Let's canvass the neighbourhood. If Jordan's out there, odds are he's hurt and alone. It's on us to find him… You ready?
Burgess: Yeah, I'm thinking you can take Altgeld. I'll take Montana.
Roman: How about we do them together?
Burgess: Sean, I'm good. That works too.
FBI: meeting room
Lindsay: Who's that?
Agent: Your group supervisor.
Lindsay: Erin Lindsay.
Jim Anderoff: Jim Anderoff. You're the number two here?
Lindsay: I am. Where's Lang?
Jim Anderoff: Oh, so you didn't hear. Well, it turns out we're not the only ones looking into the Zapata cartel. The FBI has been building a case against them longer than us, so he got pulled to Washington, I guess to hash it out with his bosses.
Lindsay: And no one told me?
Jim Anderoff: I just did… All right, folks, Renzo Zapata. He is your reason for living.
Freddie Castillo: Rivers, what's up?
Jim Anderoff: All yours.
Lindsay: Zapata has a compound just outside of la Paz…
Freddie Castillo: Rivers at DEA is pitching a bitch about Nadis checks. He wants to run everyone again before we leave.
Jim Anderoff: Okay, fine. We'll push the flight, so he can untwist his panties. But we're going in one way or the other, so keep your phones on… Hey, you want to catch a bite later? I'd love to pick your brain more about Renzo.
Lindsay: I have a lot of things to take care of before we leave. Let's do that on the flight.
Jim Anderoff: Sure, no sweat.
Voight’s office
Olinsky: Any news on the missing boy?
Voight: Got every available unit out searching.
Olinsky: Wes Denton tested negative for gunshot residue.
Voight: Doesn't mean he's not behind this.
Ruzek: I don't know; Marriages go south and everything, but killing your own kids?
Voight: There are some things in this job, Ruzek, hopefully you'll never understand.
Dawson: Turns out Lucy Denton was an investigative journalist for the Chicago Source. Her job was to antagonize people. Me and Al are gonna head down there.
Voight: Sounds good.
Olinsky: Kick Denton?
Voight: Yeah.
Ruzek: Hey, Sarge, you got a minute?
Voight: You gonna ask about your dad?
Ruzek: Yeah.
Voight: Then no, I don't have a minute. We've got an eight-year-old kid missing.
Ruzek: All right.
Chicago Source
Jim Varley: Her office is this way. Lucy went after anyone: Big, small. If there was a good story, it didn't matter.
Dawson: Anyone ever threaten her?
Jim Varley: You should see some of the letters that she got, some of the things that subjects said they'd do to her. So yeah, there were threats.
Olinsky: Well, we need to see every letter and email.
Jim Varley: I can pull some of them up for you right now.
Olinsky: Oh, you know her password.
Jim Varley: Lucy and I were close.
Olinsky: How close?
Jim Varley: I was here all night prepping Thursday's issue, Detective. You want to talk to my staff?
Dawson: Hey, no offense, but the Chicago Source is not exactly the Sun-Times.
Jim Varley: Lucy loved what she did no matter who she worked for. Writing for papers is a dying industry. Everyone's just trying to pay their bills at this point.
Dawson: She ever talk about her husband, life at home?
Jim Varley: Lucy exposed other people's lives, never her own.
Platt’s office
Platt: Holy crap. Disco Bob is in the house.
Bob Ruzek: Good to see you, Trudy.
Platt: What the hell got you out of the comfy confines of the 26th? Did you lose a bet or something?
Bob Ruzek: I'm here to see Voight.
Platt: Okay, come on. I'll buzz you up.
Bob Ruzek: No, he can come down here.
Platt: Okay… Nadia, send Voight down. He's got a visitor. Thanks.
21 entrance
Voight: Hey.
Officer: How you doing?
Bob Ruzek: Done well for yourself, Hank. I thought when you got locked up that would be the end of it, but...
Voight: You need something, Bob?
Bob Ruzek: Yeah, last night at the crime scene, I noticed this guy, a bystander. I cruised back by the Denton house this morning, and he's still leaning on the tape.
Voight: Hmm.
Bob Ruzek: I know that killers sometimes like to visit their own crime scenes, so I went up to him, got his name. Alexander Gage.
Voight: All right, we'll look into it. Thanks.
Bob Ruzek: Hey. I never weighed in about you and Adam when he got assigned here. I figured it was short-term, but... Looks like it might stick, huh?
Voight: So far so good.
Bob Ruzek: All right. Well, then I'm gonna say this to your face: You send him down a bad road, and I'm gonna meet you behind district and break your jaw.
Voight: I think we both know what's going on here, Bob. And I want you to know I have said one word to Adam about Terrino's.
Bob Ruzek: You heard what I said.
Alexander Gage’s apartment
Halstead: Alexander Gage, Chicago PD! Clear.
Atwater: Clear.
Halstead: Whoa.
Atwater: This dude was stalking her, man.
Hallway
Halstead: Call the TAC team and get them to sit on this apartment.
Atwater: Copy that.
Halstead: Hold on. Alexander Gage?
Atwater: Stop! Chicago PD!
Chase
Halstead: Damn it.
Atwater: Jay! Jay!
Alexander Gage: I didn't kill them.
Halstead: Yo, Kevin, you can set him down now.
Alexander Gage: Look, people think their words don't have any power, but hers did. She ruined me.
Halstead: Keep your hands on the chair.
Alexander Gage: I had a business. I had a family. I had workers. You know what they do to them, 'cause they're all illegals?
Halstead: Tell me.
Alexander Gage: I do time, they get sent back to Mexico, all because she want to be Susie reporter for some paper nobody reads anymore.
Halstead: So you're gonna follow her? You're gonna wait for the perfect moment and make her pay?
Alexander Gage: The bitch was cheating on her husband, and I wanted to expose her.
Halstead: Get him up. Let's go. Let's go.
Intelligence office
Halstead: The guy was definitely stalking Lucy Denton, but he wanted to humiliate her. He wanted her alive to do that.
Voight: That's what he's claiming, anyway.
Halstead: Yeah, we're tracking down another person of interest, some ambulance chaser that Lucy was probably sleeping with.
Voight: Look, you think there's something to this lawyer angle, run it down, but Gage stays in custody.
Platt: Her palm scanner didn't work, red-faced, big-time. I had to buzz her up.
Lindsay: Thank you again, Sergeant… I know. I'm like the loser that graduates from high school and then hangs around in the parking lot all the time, 'cause I have nothing better to do.
Voight: They treating you all right over there?
Lindsay: Absolutely.
Voight: Anything changes, you'll let me know, right?
Lindsay: You care.
Voight: Yeah.
Kitchen
Halstead: Hey.
Lindsay: You guys got a good one going here?
Halstead: Yeah, we'll see. When... When are you heading out?
Lindsay: My flight got pushed a day.
Halstead: How long you gonna be down there?
Lindsay: Six months... Give or take. We could roll out at any time.
Olinsky: Hey, man. Atwater got an address for that lawyer.
Halstead: I'll be right there… Take care of yourself down there, all right?
Lindsay: Jay, I don't have a crystal ball. Do you? Can we just agree that we don't know what happens down the road? And maybe we keep an open mind.
Halstead: Deal.
Adam Wright’s office
Adam Wright: Lucy did a piece on insurance scams. She interviewed me; We stayed in touch. I was helping her file chapter 11.
Halstead: What does a P.I. attorney know about filing for bankruptcy?
Adam Wright: Lucy couldn't afford the basic 2 grand fee at a typical bankruptcy firm. I was doing it as a friend.
Halstead: How did she pay you?
Adam Wright: Not how you're implying. Believe me. They were broke. I felt sorry for her. I stopped by a few times and helped her fill out the paperwork.
Olinsky: Always when her husband was out?
Adam Wright: She didn't want him to know about the bankruptcy. They'd sold off everything of value. They were trying to get out from under the house... These were desperate people.
Olinsky: Are we talking a quiet desperation, or were they locking horns?
Adam Wright: There was some arguing going on there, yeah. Enough for Wes to kill Lucy? I've heard of crazier things. But to kill your daughter too?
Porch
Burgess: You know, we could cover more ground if we split up.
Roman: Two sets of eyes are better than one, right? I got this.
Burgess: It's... It's like riding a bike… Hi, I'm Officer Burgess. This is Officer Roman. We're here about...
Megan Laughlin: Shelby.
Burgess: Yeah, do you know Shelby Denton?
Megan Laughlin: We used to be best friends. We did cheer together. Then she transferred to public school this year, so we didn't see each other so much.
Roman: It seems her younger brother, Jordan, is missing. Anything you could tell us would be helpful.
Megan Laughlin: Have you talked to Owen yet?
Burgess: Owen?
Megan Laughlin: Her boyfriend... Or ex-boyfriend. You never knew with them.
Roman: This Owen got a last name?
Megan Laughlin: Reese. Owen Reese.
Reese’s house
Mr. Reese: Kid's been holed up in his room since he heard the news. Sad. Only met Shelby a few times. She seemed like a sweet girl. Owen, the police want to talk.
Burgess: Hey, Mr. Reese, where was your son last night?
Mr. Reese: In his room. Got caught drinking two weeks ago. He's been grounded ever since. I even took his car keys.
Roman: Hey, Owen. We're looking for Jordan Denton.
Owen Reese: He's alive?
Roman: We're hoping. But with every minute, the chances decrease.
Burgess: We know you were over there a lot. How well do you know him?
Owen Reese: He's a good kid, looked up to me. I mean, sometimes he'd...
Mr. Reese: Sometimes he'd what? Tell them.
Owen Reese: You've got to understand. Shelby hated being home. Her parents were always fighting. Shelby and me, we had this spot we used to go to, this foreclosed house a couple blocks from hers, to get away. Jordan followed us in there a few times.
Burgess: Give us the address.
Basement
Roman: Police. Anyone down here?
Burgess: Over there.
Roman: Jordan!
Burgess: Oh, my God. 2113 squad emergency.
Roman: You got him?
Burgess: Inform Chicago Med we are en route with a tender-age male, gunshot wound to the shoulder. He's lost a lot of blood.
Intelligence office
Halstead: All right. Thanks, Roman. Okay, so Jordan's alive, but he's critical and heading into surgery now.
Ruzek: All right, we like the dad for this. I just got off the phone with Dentons' bank. Got $800 in savings. Credit cards are maxed out. They're on their second mortgage.
Atwater: Both Wes and Lucy Denton have $500,000 life insurance policies taken out when they were flush. Wes' lapsed. Kept the premium paid on Lucy's. And with double indemnity, Wes Denton is gonna get paid out $1 million.
Halstead: Look, I hate to ruin the party here, but I cross-referenced all the subscribers and mudd and tolls on Wes' phone. Nothing stood out. Tech lab checked all the searches and the activity on the home computer, nothing. So if he hired someone to kill his wife, he was careful.
Dawson: So he was careful. We got financial motive for the husband. We need to bring him in.
Voight: Well, he ain't coming in voluntarily again. I'll tell you that much.
Olinsky: If Wes hears we found his kid and he might get ID'd, he'll bolt.
Dawson: Plus, to me, he looks like one of those guys whose mouth starts moving when they feel the bracelets slapped on their wrists.
Voight: Let's hit it.
Olinsky: Let's go.
Parking
Ruzek: Hey, Al. What's the deal with Voight and my dad? I'm not looking for a fairy tale. I just...
Olinsky: Oh, man, that was a long time ago. 15 years? A bunch of us were at a retirement party for this guy, Eddie Terrino. Voight was knee-deep in the gang unit at that time. Your dad had a couple of cocktails in him, and he starts making some comments about Voight being dirty. So now everyone was trying to, you know, calm him down, but your dad kept right it, really kept at it. So, Voight, he had a couple cocktails in him. He gets up, and he calls your dad a dog cop. Huh. You know, kid, there are cops who want to be the first through that door, and there are cops who want to keep traffic flowing. Everybody chips in different. Now, if your old man wants to clock in and clock out on a decent beat, I got zero problem with that. So that whole evening at Terrino's was... Regrettable.
Search for Jordan meeting
Wes Denton: Guys, we're asking you to please, please come back here or call in if you find anything, no matter how small it is, that might indicate what direction he went in.
Ruzek: Mr. Denton, we've got to ask you a few more questions.
Olinsky: And it might be better if we conduct this privately.
Wes Denton: Yeah, I'm leading a search for my son.
Olinsky: We can see that.
Wes Denton: So if you have something to ask, either grab a flashlight and a flyer and find my boy, but do not come here and waste my time when I have none left.
Ruzek: Sir, please.
Olinsky: All right, let's back it up.
Wes Denton: Do you see what he's doing? Do you guys see this?
Bob Ruzek: Hey, what the hell is going on here?
Ruzek: Dad, walk away. All right, we got this.
Bob Ruzek: Do you? What about that guy I gave Voight?
Ruzek: I said we got it. If we need any more of your help, we'll call you. All right?
Voight’s office
Voight: Yeah
Dawson: They got the dad downstairs in the cage.
Voight: You give him anything on the ride over?
Dawson: Not a word.
Voight: Any word on the boy?
Dawson: Still in surgery.
Cage
Voight: Money makes people do crazy things. Not enough or too much... It doesn't seem to matter.
Wes Denton: What does that have to do with anything?
Voight: Forget to mention when we spoke before you and your wife were about to go broke?
Wes Denton: It's immaterial.
Voight: No, that's motive. See, you have a need to be seen a certain way: Successful. That's why you killed Lucy. You found out she filed for bankruptcy.
Wes Denton: No, no. None of this is true.
Voight: You were out of runway, so you figure you'd cash in on her life insurance policy, the one you're making payments on when you can barely afford groceries.
Wes Denton: Lucy must have been paying those premiums. Besides which, none of this makes me a murderer.
Voight: Do yourself a favour. Tell me how you set this thing up and the state's attorney will thank you by giving you a life sentence with possibility.
Wes Denton: I didn't do this! I was trying to hold my family together.
Voight: Guess what? We found your son... Half-conscious, bullet in his shoulder, clinging to life. He's in surgery now.
Wes Denton: I... I have to see him.
Voight: Not yet.
Wes Denton: Please, you can't keep me from my boy.
Voight: I got a court order keeps you from seeing him.
Wes Denton: He needs his father.
Voight: What's he gonna tell us if he makes it through this surgery, hmm? This is your last chance to get out in front of this… What happened?
Wes Denton: I want to see my lawyer. Now.
Intelligence office
Halstead: Before they went bust, they donated to a lot of charities. They were on the board of directors at the O.G. Grill. It's a catering company up on the north side that hires ex-cons.
Atwater: Yeah, they teach them food service skills. I got a cousin that went through there. A couple cousins, actually, and my aunt.
Halstead: Right, well, it's a good place to hire a parolee looking to do a murder for hire.
Dawson: It's worth checking out. What's the address?
Atwater: I know how to get there. We can roll.
The O.G. Grill
Atwater: Sir... Atwater, Dawson, Chicago PD. You are?
Russell Moore: Russell Moore. I'm the manager. And unless you're looking for catering, I got nothing to say to you.
Dawson: Hey, a couple of your volunteers were murdered two nights ago, Lucy Denton and her daughter, Shelby.
Russell Moore: The Dentons used to come around every Sunday. I haven't seen them in a while.
Atwater: You ever notice Wes Denton rapping with your employees in an extra-curricular kind of way?
Russell Moore: Rich family gets killed, you think one of my guys did it?
Atwater: Yeah, basically.
Dawson: We're not trying to knock what you're doing here, Russell. But we need your help.
Russell Moore: How?
Dawson: Employee photos going back two years.
Chicago Med
Ruzek: All right, I got all the pictures of the ex-cons working at the kitchens. We can do a photo array.
Voight: Perfect.
Burgess: Sergeant Hank Voight, Talia Davis with Child's Advocate Center.
Talia Davis: Anything you want to ask Jordan, I need to be there.
Voight: You're up to speed on the case?
Talia Davis: I'll break the news about his mother and sister. But if I feel like he needs to take a breather...
Voight: I'll be doing the talking.
Ruzek: How you doing?
Burgess: Hey.
Jordan’s room
Jordan Denton: My mom heard a noise and told me to hide. I did, but when I heard yelling, I got scared and ran out. The man chased me, shooting.
Voight: Had you ever seen this man before?
Jordan Denton: No. Did my mom and Shelby go to the hospital too?
Ruzek: You know, Jordan, I've met a lot of brave people in my life, but you, pal, I'd say you're the bravest. You know what I mean?
Voight: Jordan, we've got some pictures we want you to look at, okay? I want you to just tell me if one of these guys is the man who was in your house.
Talia Davis: Are you okay, Jordan?
Voight: He's fine.
Ruzek: Is that him?
Voight: Jordan, is that the man you saw?
Talia Davis: Sergeant, can you step outside?
Voight: Just tell me, Jordan.
Talia Davis: Sergeant.
Voight: Jordan, is...
Jordan Denton: Yes, that's him.
Ruzek: Got it.
Voight: You're safe now.
FBI: meeting room
Jim Andoroff: All right, folks, new deal. Until things get sorted out in D.C., the feds are taking the lead on this case. But the hell if they're gonna take all the credit. We're still going in. It's just more of a backseat capacity. Hey, you guys have a problem with getting paid chillin' poolside in 70-degree temps? Yeah, I didn't think so. Look, for now, I can only take along six agents so if you need to drop out, let me know. Otherwise, I'm making up the roster on my own.
Lindsay: If it's a boondoggle, I'll stay...
Jim Andoroff: Your skills are needed.
Lindsay: Oh, okay.
Jim Andoroff: Yeah, the informant's wife needs to be babysat, so keep an eye on her. Go with her to get her hair done, nails done, whatever. All right, guys, keep me posted.
Intelligence office
Voight: Frank Carriger did five years for aggravated burglary and narcotics possession. When he was released, his P.O. got him a job at the O.G. Grill.
Dawson: I put out an investigative alert on him.
Voight: Any IKAs for this guy?
Ruzek: Yeah, I got his last three.
Halstead: Yeah, we still can't find any communication between him and Wes Denton.
Ruzek: What about between him and Lucy's stalker, Gage?
Olinsky: Zero.
Voight: Well, somebody gave Carriger that alarm code.
Atwater: Copy that. Thanks. We might have eyes on Carriger. Loyola Station, boarding the el right now.
Voight: Beautiful.
Subway station
Dawson: Witness said he's wearing jeans and a black leather jacket.
Halstead: I don't see him.
Atwater: Me neither.
Dawson: I'll take the back car.
Halstead: We'll start up front, and meet you in the middle.
Dawson: All right.
Train
Halstead: Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me. Got him. He just exited the train. Chicago PD!
Atwater: Excuse me!
Halstead: Get out of the way! Out of the way! He's running down the platform!
Atwater: Hey, move it. Watch out! Suspect's heading down the station to Ashland and Lake.
On the road
Olinsky: There. That's him.
Ruzek: All right, I got him.
Stairs
Ruzek: Out of the way!
Woman: Hey, watch it!
Chase
Subway Station
Man: Door is closing.
Halstead: Damn!
Train
Frank Carriger: Aah!
Ruzek: Stay down. Put your arms behind your back. You like shooting kids, huh?
Frank Carriger: Owen Reese, the girl's boyfriend. He had me do it. He had me do it.
Ruzek: Get up.
Interview room
Frank Carriger: See, Owen gave me the alarm code. He said they have money and jewellery lying around. And we drove by, and he showed me the house, and yeah, I believed him. But when I got in there, they didn't have nothing. I found the gun, I woke those bitches up, and marched them down in the living room, and I gave them a choice.
Interview room
Halstead: Why did you put him up to it?
Voight: We can sit here for days, kid. I make good money overtime.
Halstead: Carriger's laying it all out in there. One guy gets to make a deal. The one who keeps his mouth shut, he's gonna take a ride. You keep sitting there with your thumb in your ass, it's over.
Voight: Hey, aggravated home invasion, double murder, and attempted murder of a tender-age boy. You hear that? You will be charged for all of that.
Owen Reese: I met Shelby at the grill. Mrs. Denton thought I wasn't good enough for her daughter. I swear, I didn't think he'd kill them. I told him to go in when they were sleeping, scare Shelby's mom.
Voight: So she'd run back into your arms?
Owen Reese: Mrs. Denton should have told him the truth, given Frank what he wanted.
Halstead: They were broke. Shelby's parents didn't tell her they were gonna lose the house.
Owen Reese: I loved her.
Molly’s
Burgess: Today was harder than I thought it was gonna be.
Roman: I had a feeling you weren't ready.
Burgess: I'm ready. The problem is, you're not. Look, I know that you think that you're looking out for me, but you can't do this job if you're always worried. And I can't do my job if I'm worried about you... Worrying about me... Worry... Wha... Okay. No... Ugh, you get the point… We're the police. The second we start doubting each other, it's both of us lying on the pavement.
Roman: You're right. You got shot. It happened, but you're back.
Burgess: Exactly.
Roman: And to commemorate you not worrying about me not worrying about you not worrying...
Burgess: I get it. Hilarious.
Roman: What better way to bury the past than... I got you this.
Burgess: Oh, my old vest!
Herrmann: Hey, the thing kept us from losing our best customer. We couldn't just throw it out.
Roman: Thanks. Welcome back, partner.
Burgess: Thanks, Roman.
Chicago Med
Voight: Hey. It's never fun, you know, looking at family members as suspects. The upside is, sometimes they're innocent. I'm sorry for your loss and for what we put you through.
Wes Denton: I never even knew Shelby had a boyfriend. If I'd... I'd been around more, maybe...
Voight: You were trying to support your family. Listen, I can... I can tell Jordan about your wife and daughter if you want. Sometimes it's easier coming from the police.
Wes Denton: I'm all he has now. He should hear it from me.
Bar
Ruzek: Pops.
Bob Ruzek: Hey.
Ruzek: Could I get a beer or something?
Waitress: Sure.
Ruzek: Thanks. Hey.
Bob Ruzek: Hey.
Ruzek: Hey, listen. Thanks for meeting me.
Bob Ruzek: Oh, of course.
Ruzek: Listen, about last night...
Bob Ruzek: Oh, no, it's done. I'm over it.
Ruzek: No, no, no, I... You know, I didn't mean it like that. I just was all worked up, and I must have sounded like an ass, so... Thank you. I'm sorry.
Bob Ruzek: Adam... The night you were born and I held you in my arms, I made a decision. It was more important to me to be your dad than to be a cop. So I transferred to the 26th, and I stayed in uniform. Did I make all the busts that Voight did? No. But I was there to coach your teams and drive you to school, take you to the movies. I wanted to come home to my son every night.
Ruzek: I didn't know that. Thanks, dad.
Bob Ruzek: I... I heard once that a man's greatest achievement is when his son becomes more successful than him. I just want to know that you're happy where you're at.
Ruzek: I am. I like being the first through the door. That's the kind of cop I am. I like doing it in this unit. You know, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
Voight’s house
Lindsay: Hank, put the gun down. It's me.
Voight: You lose your key?
Lindsay: It's been a rough day. I didn't want to get shot too. Is it too late to get my spot back in Intelligence? This task force, it's all politics and a numbers game and... And the way that they just chew people up and then spit them back into the system... TThis isn't me. This has never been me. I became a cop to try to bring a little justice to this city... To my streets the way you taught me.
Voight: Welcome back.
Lindsay: I'm all yours.
Voight: Hey, come here.
Lindsay: Thank you.
Voight: You kiddin'? You seen the faces I gotta look at every morning?
Lindsay: Yeah.
