Platt’s office
Platt: Hey… So the memorial stone's in motion, and the etching's gonna go around the side of the building. I'm just waiting on the go-ahead from the Ivory Tower.
Lindsay: Thanks for taking the lead on this, Sarge.
Platt: I keep wanting to buzz up there, do our usual noon-time visit to the fat box. You know, the vending machine. That's what they call it in England. Nadia read about it. I keep touching up my mascara every ten minutes.
Lindsay: I gotta get upstairs.
Platt: Okay.
Intelligence office
Atwater: Damn.
Olinsky: Yeah. We're all feelin' it.
Atwater: Girl was going places, man.
Halstead: Hey. Go grab some coffee. We got this.
Lindsay: It's just a desk, right?
Halstead: How you holding up?
Lindsay: Same as everyone else, I guess.
Dawson: Anybody we should be sending her stuff to?
Lindsay: Uh her dad's in Indianapolis. I'll make sure and get it to him.
Voight: All right, Fischer just called. Needs us in Tri-Taylor.
Street
Joe Cruz: Hey, Antonio.
Dawson: Hey.
Joe Cruz: Sergeant.
Voight: Cruz.
Dawson: What the hell happened here?
Joe Cruz: Bomb went off at 8:42 a.m. We're clear for radiation. At least four injured, two pretty bad shape. Two fatalities. One female. One looks like a male.
Voight: How's that?
Joe Cruz: We're still putting him back together.
Dawson: Any idea what caused this?
Joe Cruz: IED of some sort. We found screws in buildings all the way down the street.
Voight: Thanks.
Halstead: So where were you standing when it went off?
Isabella: You're the police?
Halstead: Yeah, that's right. Gimme a sec… Do you live around here? Did you see something?
Mother: Come on, Isabella. She's 12. Got a vivid imagination. Let this man do his job. Come on. How many times have I told you not to talk to cops?
Ruzek: Hey, man. Were there any victims taken to the hospital before we got here…
Mason Brahmer: My wife. Have you seen her? Nobody will tell me anything.
Ruzek: Sir, we're still trying to clear the scene, but we can take your name, information.
Mason Brahmer: Mason. Uh, Brahmer. We… We own the cafe, my wife and I.
Atwater: Okay.
Mason Brahmer: Oh, my God, Elizabeth.
Voight: Go ahead and ride with your wife.
Olinsky: Nobody saw anything. It was an explosion. Lot of glass.
Lindsay: Same inside.
Voight: Then we'll keep knocking on doors. Hey, Al, you and Ruzek go question the husband once he calms down.
Isabella’s home.
Halstead: Police… Detective Halstead, Chicago PD.
Mother: Yeah, we met.
Halstead: If you wouldn't mind, I just want to talk to your daughter for a quick second.
Mother: She didn't see anything.
Halstead: Two people died in that bombing, ma'am.
Isabella: Mom?
Mother: Get back in your room and finish getting ready. Now! Last year, a kid in Isabella's school testified in a gang shooting, and a week later, he was found with a bullet in his head.
Halstead: I get it we're gonna put her down as a confidential source.
Mother: Oh, yeah? Are you gonna give her a lollipop too? And the next thing you know, she's compelled to testify, and when word gets around, how am I gonna keep her safe? I can't afford to move out of my place, let alone put her in a new school and start over.
Halstead: I understand your concern. But how is your daughter gonna feel knowing that her mother didn't let her help get the people who did this? I know she saw something, and I know she…
Chicago Med
Brandon: Got started on a sandwich bar. Now I'm making quiche and crepes, European stuff I couldn't even pronounce before.
Dawson: How long you been working there?
Brandon: Eight months.
Atwater: Where were you when the bomb went off?
Brandon: The kitchen. I threw out an order, I rang the bell and a second later Boom. How's Ms. Brahmer holding up?
Atwater: She's got some fighting to do.
Brandon: I owe a lot to those two.
Dawson: The Brahmers know about your priors when they hired you?
Brandon: Absolutely, they did. I came clean. I let them know I did a little something when I was younger, but I put it behind me.
Dawson: Armed robbery's not a little something.
Brandon: Well, I learned from it.
Dawson: Well, so, having been through this before, Brandon, you'll remember, eventually the cops get to the bottom of it.
Brandon: I had nothing to do with blowing that place up. Period. But I do know who might. So do you wanna hear about it, or you wanna keep wasting your time looking at me?
Atwater: If you got something to say, say it.
Brandon: This gangbanger named K-Trick's been hanging around Brahmers for months. He comes around back every week. Two days ago, Brahmer goes in the back to talk to K-Trick. An hour later, Brahmer's Suburban was destroyed.
Atwater: All right, I'm gonna let Ruzek know.
Waiting room
Ruzek: Doctor said your wife went into surgery?
Mason Brahmer: Yeah. I guess shrapnel came close to hitting a major artery. Every second is touch and go.
Ruzek: Mr. Brahmer, when it went off, right?
Mason Brahmer: I work the kitchen. My wife runs the front of the house. My cashier called in sick, so Liz was wearing a lot of hats today.
Olinsky: Your cook mentioned somebody by the name of K-Trick.
Mason Brahmer: Yeah. Him.
Olinsky: What was the nature of your relationship?
Mason Brahmer: He's been shaking me down for protection money. Two days ago, I said I wouldn't pay him as much, 'cause this winter really killed me revenue-wise. He beat up my SUV.
Olinsky: So this K-Trick made threats on your life if you didn't keep up payments.
Mason Brahmer: He never actually said that specifically. He just said I'd regret it.
Ruzek: We'll call it in.
Platt’s office
Burgess: Hey, Sarge… Sarge?
Platt: This can't be right.
Burgess: What's the matter?
Platt: I just got an email saying Area Central's not approving the purchase order for the engraving job on Nadia's stone. I am gonna attack somebody.
Burgess: Well, we can pass a hat around, collect the money ourselves. We may need to push the memorial a little, but…
Platt: Oh, no, the only thing that's getting pushed around here is however wrote this right off a cliff.
Roman: I got a cousin that does stonework. He'll give it to us on the cuff.
Platt: I can't even believe what I'm seeing here.
Roman: Seriously, don't stress yourself out, Sarge. You got enough to worry about. We all do.
Platt: Stonecutting is what your cousin does for a living? It's not some side job he dabbles in? Roman: It's full-time, legit. He turns down work.
Platt: Okay, great if you can make that happen, I'll get to the bottom of this.
Intelligence office
Dawson: K-Trick otherwise known as Kenny T. Reevis. He's a gangster Disciple. Not top of the pyramid, but he's got some corners.
Lindsay: Brought up on racketeering charges twice, but the cases fell through when the witnesses dropped the charges.
Mouse: Finally got the analysis on the IED back from Bomb Unit. Whoever built it used a pressure cooker. They filled it with nails, screws, glass, some small-grade explosive.
Atwater: I think that's the same kind those guys used for the Boston Marathon bombing.
Mouse: Yeah, see, you hook it up to a cell phone, and ka-blammo the shrapnel projects out, shreds everything in its path. It's nasty, nasty stuff.
Ruzek: Halstead's working on a witness. Little girl lives across the street. Her mom shut it down the first time, but he's gonna go at her again, so…
Voight: No other witnesses?
Olinsky: None willing to talk. No security cameras in the cafe.
Voight: All right, Mouse, run the victims for domestic disputes, orders of protection make sure none of them was the intended target. The rest of you get a bead on Reevis.
Roman: Frankie!
Frankie: Yeah, look who it is. The Celtic Tiger himself.
Roman: What's up, my man? This is my partner, Kim Burgess.
Burgess: How's it going?
Frankie: It's going.
Roman: Did you get my message?
Frankie: Yeah. I didn't check it, though.
Roman: We need a stone engraved at the district. Most importantly, it's gotta be done by tomorrow afternoon.
Frankie: Oh, wow. Listen, I got three orders stacked up.
Roman: Frankie, when's the last time I asked you for a favour? The parking tickets I made disappear
Frankie: Yeah, but…
Burgess: Hey, look, we know it's short notice, but we lost a friend unexpectedly. So could you please help us out here?
Frankie: What the hell. For my cousin, I'll move some stuff around. Just let me know what you want it to say.
Roman: Right.
Burgess: Oh…Her… Sorry, I don't…
Frankie: Yeah, it's cool. Just take your time, man.
Roman: Thanks.
School
Father McClosky: Jay. Good to see you
Halstead: Father McClosky. Thanks for meeting me.
Father McClosky: Yeah. I saw something on the news the other night about the young woman that worked in your district.
Halstead: Yeah.
Father McClosky: I'm so sorry for your loss. I'll say a mass for her.
Halstead: Thanks, I… I appreciate that. I really do.
Father McClosky: Is that why you wanted to see me?
Halstead: Actually, uh I was hoping you could pull a few strings for me.
Father McClosky: Let's take a walk.
Park
Lindsay: You can do the talking.
Ruzek: Kenny Reevis?
Kenny Reevis: Yeah.
Ruzek: Why don't we go for a ride, man?
Kenny Reevis: I'm watching my son here.
Ruzek: Well, is that his aunt, his nanny? I'm sure he's fine.
Kenny Reevis: Aunt. But I only got him four days out of the month, so if you got something to ask me, you ask me here.
Ruzek: No. We gotta talk down at the district, pal.
Kenny Reevis: I ain't going anywhere unless you got an arrest warrant. You hear me?
Lindsay: You picked the wrong cop on the wrong day. I will slap bracelets on you and drag you outta here in front of your son. You hear me? Get on your feet.
Kenny Reevis: Stacey! Keep an eye on Jackson. I'll be back.
Interview room
Kenny Reevis: You know why Teddy Roosevelt won the Nobel Peace prize? Russia and Japan were getting into it, and Teddy was like, "I gotta sit these fools down before they blow each other up." He also knew, to make it stick, both countries needed to feel like they won something. That's how I operate. Brahmer and I we had a nice deal. He kicked me down a little cash, and I'd watch out for him. He misses a payment, and I blow up his restaurant and kill a bunch of people? That ain't win-win. That ain't me. Ask around.
Lindsay: We did. We know you demolished his car and told him he was gonna regret not paying you two days ago.
Kenny Reevis: And you're gonna try and convince me that those are actions that are even in the same universe as blowing up a building?
Lindsay: I don't need to convince you. Prosecuting attorney just needs to convince a jury.
Kenny Reevis: Oh, man.
Ruzek: Kenny, let's say it wasn't you, right? You were born and raised in the neighbourhood.
Kenny Reevis: Damn straight.
Ruzek: You probably didn't like getting pushed out.
Kenny Reevis: You ever lose your neighbourhood to a bunch of rich people?
Ruzek: Why didn't you leave?
Kenny Reevis: 'Cause it's my block!
Ruzek: Okay, so it's your block You know who blew up the cafe. Give us a name. We get help with the case. You get off without a murder charge. That's a win-win situation, baby.
Kenny Reevis: Nobody I know.
Hallway
Voight: Hey. Send a photo of Reevis over to Halstead. See if he can get it in front of his witness.
Ruzek: Yeah.
Voight: Erin. How you holding up?
Lindsay: I'm fine. I just wish everyone would stop asking me.
Voight: I'm not everyone.
Lindsay: I miss her. Like everybody else, I'm here. I'm doing my job.
Voight: Job part I'm not worried about. Don't let this turn into a banana peel for you, and I think you know what I'm talking about. Come too far.
Lindsay: I hear you.
Intelligence office
Dawson: So we looked into the guy that actually owns the building that got bombed. Graham Norcross. Guy's got ten lawsuits hanging over his head, each one a different tenant claiming he strong-armed them out of his properties.
Olinsky: He throws a single mother of three out on the street and sells the place for twice what he bought for.
Voight: Big jump bombing your own property.
Olinsky: Worth a conversation at least.
Voight: Well, go talk to him.
Mr. Norcross’s office
P.A.: Mr. Norcross. Detectives Dawson and Orbinsky?
Olinsky: That's close enough.
Mr. Norcross: Glad you came. Had you on my call sheet.
Dawson: Oh, yeah, you were calling us?
Mr. Norcross: Yeah. I was hoping to get addresses for the victims. I'd like to send some flowers over.
Dawson: That's nice of you. We can't give out their information yet.
Mr. Norcross: It was terrible getting that call this morning. When you get any updates, I'd appreciate you passing them along.
Olinsky: You've evicted a number of tenants from the buildings you purchased. That's correct?
Mr. Norcross: Should I have my legal counsel join us?
Olinsky: Does he need to be here?
Mr. Norcross: You tell me.
Dawson: We're just here for some background, Mr. Norcross. A tenant four doors down from today's bombing site had to leave her residence because of an electrical fire. That's at 2315 Rockefeller. She says you were responsible because the building went up a day after your crew was inside working on the wiring.
Mr. Norcross: Arson is difficult to prove. And there are witnesses who state that the tenants in question were stealing electricity, endangering their own family. But as that is a pending legal matter, I obviously can't comment further.
Dawson: You know one of the victims had their limbs blown off? This is in your building. How 'bout you don't hide behind your lawyer and help us out on this one?
Mr. Norcross: Jamie Weston. She'll be happy to facilitate any further questions you may have… Nice… Classy.
Platt’s office
Platt: Commander. I've left you, like, ten message.
Fisher: I wanted to tell you in person.
Platt: Wow, I don't like the sound of this already.
Fisher: Now, it's not just the purchase order. George Baumgartner he won't approve the stone for Nadia at all.
Platt: That's unacceptable.
Fisher: I'm sorry. They don't think it's appropriate since she wasn't a cop. Hey, if it was up to me, that stone would be done already.
Platt: Cover the desk, Garcia.
Garcia: You got it, Sarge.
Fisher: Trudy!
George Baumgartner’s office
George Baumgartner: Look, Nadia Decotis wasn't a cop. If we put up a stone commemorating her, the next thing you know, the janitor's gonna be asking for one. Now, what kind of precedent would that set?
Platt: The precedent that we memorialize those we lose in our district. It doesn't matter whether she wore tin or not!
George Baumgartner: It matters to some people. It matters to the people I answer to.
Platt: Do you know what happened to her in New York, George, what she went through?
George Baumgartner: I do, and it's horrible. I'll tell you what, let's put a pin in it for now, maybe revisit the issue next month.
Platt: No way! I know how it works around here. It just keeps getting kicked down the line. Nadia made the ultimate sacrifice, and she deserves a memorial stone at the 21st District, or I will stand up at the next FOP meeting and I will tell everybody that you blocked her from getting the honour she deserves.
George Baumgartner: The answer's no. And don't threaten me again…
Isabella’s home.
Mother: Leave.
Halstead: Not until you hear me out.
Mother: I'm gonna call the cops.
Halstead: You'd be calling me, essentially… King of Cross Academy. Full scholarship for Isabella… Just wanna ask her a couple of questions. Show her a photo.
Mother: She doesn't testify.
Halstead: Absolutely not.
Isabella: I was waiting outside while my mom got coffee, and this guy came in with a blue backpack. I remember it, 'cause my friend's got the same one. But when he came out, it was gone.
Halstead: Okay. Is this the man you saw?
Isabella: That's not him. The guy I saw was white with a beard.
Halstead: Okay. Do you remember anything else about him?
Isabella: His right hand he had scars all over it.
Mother: That's it. That's enough.
Halstead: Okay. Thank you so much, Isabella.
Isabella: You're welcome.
Intelligence office
Mouse: I cross-referenced all recent parolees in Tri-Taylor and the surrounding areas with their known identifiers.
Atwater: Yep, and we got Sam Carden. Did a little time in Statesville for assault and battery and a couple weapons charges.
Ruzek: The scars on his right hand's from burns he got working as an electrician. Parole officer said he's been picking up day jobs here and there, but apparently he had a hard time going straight.
Voight: He do any work for or got any beef - with Norcross or Brahmer?
Atwater: I say we go ask him. His parole officer said he lives right on the South side.
Voight: Go. Have everyone who's free meet you there for backup.
Ruzek: Right.
Sam Carden’s apartment
Parole Officer: Like I said, I'm constantly checking in with my parolees, and I've seen Sam's pay stubs and he's been going to work. All right, believe me, if he was up to something, I'd know about it.
Ruzek: All right.
Owner: Go ahead.
Ruzek: Oh. Huh. I'd say he was up to something.
Parole Officer: Ha. Can't be everywhere all the time, right? Oh!
Atwater: A few large right there.
Ruzek: Yeah, I'd say. That's a lot of money to have saved up after just getting out of the joint.
Atwater: Yeah.
Ruzek: Do you have any idea where he might be?
Parole Officer: Should be contacting me about 20 minutes or so. He normally uses the pay phone downstairs, so… Yeah? Guess we'll just have to wait and see.
Halstead’s car
Atwater: Just keep an eye out for Carden.
Lindsay: Copy that we got eyes on the front entrance.
Halstead: I still can't believe you let me drive.
Lindsay: It's my gift. Well, it's from Nadia… I told her how you said you feel like a house husband riding shotgun all the time. And she got all righteous and she goes, "Erin, you need to let him drive a little."
Halstead: You know what we need? A Kuma's night. Black Sabbath burgers. That was Nadia's spot, right?
Lindsay: Yeah.
Halstead: That's Carden.
Street - Chase
Halstead: Stop! CPD! Gun!
Sam Carden: Out! Out, out, out, out!
Halstead: Freeze! This is 21-1 George, I got a Carjacked red pickup truck heading north on the 7100 block of Paulina.
Radio: Okay, backs up on the way.
Olinsky’s car
Dawson: Halstead, location.
Lindsay’s car
Halstead: On Lake. We'll cut him off at Ashland.
Olinsky’s car
Dawson: We're approaching Ashland now.
Car crash
Chase
Halstead: Don't move! Don't move. Put your hands behind your back… Let's go.
Dawson: Get up.
Voight’s office
Voight: Hey. It's gonna work out.
Platt: Baumgartner's a bastard. He's a heartless bastard.
Voight: And always has been.
Platt: It's a piece of rock on the front of the building. We can't even pay our respects to her? It's times like this when I… I hate this job.
Voight: Trudy.
Burgess and Roman enter.
Burgess: You wanted to see us, Sergeant?
Voight: Uh, yeah. Want you to swing by Second City Storage, locker number 8313. There's a file box labelled "Summer 2005." Pull the file for Operation Angel. Bring it back here.
Roman: All right. Sure, got it.
Platt: What's that about?
Voight: It's all gonna work out.
Interview room
Sam Carden: You got my Jack too?
Dawson: That ETD machine is good. Only takes seconds to detect explosive material, like the trace amount of potassium nitrate on your jacket.
Atwater: We already got you for the bombing. Just tell us who hired you.
Sam Carden: Yeah. I'm really not seeing a good reason to talk.
Atwater: Yeah, well, I can give you a couple good reasons to talk.
Sam Carden: I'm going away no matter what. I might as well go back not a snitch.
Dawson: We found 3 Gs in your room. Probably more you already spent. Money didn't put itself in there means you got paid.
Sam Carden: You got it all figured out. Why bother me?
Dawson: You could be looking at two life sentences. Now, we can think of a whole lot of ways to make that time easy or hard. It's up to you.
Sam Carden: Yeah, you know what? I really don't care. It doesn't make any difference.
Dawson: He doesn't give up a name, take him down to the cage.
Sam Carden: You two gonna rough me up a little bit?
Atwater: Not gonna be any worse than what you did to those people at the cafe.
Sam Carden: Whatever. It's out of my hands.
Atwater: Listen… Nobody out there is in the mood to give your sorry ass a break today. But if you give me a name life'll be a little better.
Sam Carden: Let me think about it.
Intelligence office
Halstead: Carden didn't have a burner phone. He didn't call anybody from that apartment except his parole officer. Never even wrote a letter.
Dawson: We should have his call records from Stateville any minute.
Ruzek: Thanks for the phone call. That was Chicago Med. Elizabeth Brahmer just passed away.
Dawson: What's up with Carden?
Atwater: Giving him five minutes to weigh his options. I think he's gonna go.
Olinsky: Sam Carden did a couple days' work with Melvin's Electric which does all the wiring in Norcross's buildings.
Halstead: A few months ago, Graham Norcross asked the County Assessors for an updated property value estimate on the Brahmers' cafe. It turns out the land is worth four times what it was when he bought it.
Lindsay: The Brahmers have a ten-year lease. So if Norcross wanted 'em out he'd either have to cut 'em a check or make them leave.
Halstead: So you hire someone who says they can scare them out, but the device over-delivers.
Lindsay: Maybe Norcross had Carden do the electrical fire up the block too.
Voight: Let's ask him.
Interview room
Voight: Son of a bitch… Call an ambo!
Ruzek: Ambo's two minutes out.
Lindsay: Guys, he's not gonna make it.
Voight: Who the hell left the can in here?
Intelligence office
Halstead: Just keep your mouth shut until you talk to Voight. Contact your FOP rep. Do it now.
Second City Storage
Roman: Wanna talk about it?
Burgess: What?
Roman: How you walked out of my cousin's shop.
Burgess: You noticed that?
Roman: He's got a bell on the door. My old district, we had three deaths in one year. It was spooky. Naturally, you get people who ask, and I don't lie when I say I never had a bad day on this job. We chose it. And if I die doing what I love, that's better than croaking on a chicken bone watching reruns on the couch. Nadia chose this. We don't have time to grieve. We keep pushing and doing our jobs. We're not forgetting the people we lost. We're honouring them. That's how I'd wanna be remembered.
Burgess: Yeah. Maybe… 8313.
Roman: Nice bike… Summer 2005.
Burgess: This is weird, right, asking us to come down here? What's it got to do with the memorial?
Roman: I don't know, but I'd hate to be this guy right now.
Mr. Norcross’s office
P.A.: Excuse me, gentlemen…
Mr. Norcross: What the hell is this?
Dawson: Turns out, Mr. Norcross, we got a little more to talk about.
Mr. Norcross: Fine. Through my attorney!
Dawson: Yeah. You can call her after we process you down at the district.
Mr. Norcross: Process for what?
Olinsky: You can do this voluntarily or otherwise. I don't have a problem with the second one.
Mr. Norcross: Unbelievable. Call Demi Wester!
Intelligence kitchen
Olinsky: Three people dead.
Mr. Norcross: I don't say anything until my legal team gets here.
Dawson: Like I told you, after you've been processed.
Olinsky: Didn't think we'd find out about you and Sam Carden.
Mr. Norcross: Sam Carden? He installed ceiling fans in that cafe. I barely know the guy.
Olinsky: Until you needed him to take out the Brahmers.
Mr. Norcross: I didn't take out anybody.
Dawson: A few million sitting on that property. Why worry about nice tenants when you got condos to build?
Olinsky: Yeah. People have killed for a lot less.
Mr. Norcross: You're talking out of your ass.
Dawson: It's real easy. You hired Carden to throw an M80 in there. You didn't know he'd up the dosage about a hundred times more than necessary. Most of this lands on him.
Voight: Let's talk outside.
Intelligence office
Mouse: It's Mason Brahmer, the owner of the cafe.
Olinsky: How come we didn't find this earlier?
Mouse: Some people cover their tracks better than others. Look, he spelled his name one letter off on his ID, making it virtually impossible to find anything on him. But I knew something was wonky, so I kept trying different versions until I found…
Dawson: "Ross Montag."
Mouse: Okay, see, he legally changed it a few years back. Clearly, he didn't want us finding out. So now I'm thinking, there's something up with this guy, you know? People don't go changing their names willy-nilly. So I ran the old names backwards, forwards, financials, everything, until I found 250K in one of his old accounts. It's a life insurance settlement. The short version I think we got the wrong guy.
Olinsky: All right.
Voight: Pick him up.
Cage
Mason Brahmer: Why am I here?
Voight: Because your first wife died in a car accident eight years ago in Portland.
Mason Brahmer: I want out of here now. My wife passed away. You have no right…
Voight: Her car burst into flames because of a steering fluid leak. Detectives and the insurance company liked you for it. But they couldn't make the case.
Mason Brahmer: I'm giving you one more chance.
Voight: Don't make me come in there. I'm asking you nicely. Just get straight with me now. I'll help you with your statement.
Mason Brahmer: Go to hell.
Voight opens the door.
Mason Brahmer: It was an accident. I don't care what the Portland cops said.
Voight: Then why'd you change your name?
Mason Brahmer: I wanted a fresh start.
Voight: Mm. See, I'm not buying any of that.
Mason Brahmer: You're forgetting I was there when the bomb went off at the cafe.
Voight: Protected by a stainless steel kitchen where you knew the blast wouldn't hit you.
Mason Brahmer: Okay, well, just because you don't believe me doesn't mean I'm guilty.
Voight: That is true. But what Sam Carden is saying upstairs sure does… You gotta be pretty desperate to hire an ex-con who's doing electrical work for you.
Mason Brahmer: I don't even know who that is.
Voight: Why did you do it? For the insurance money? Or you just hate women? That's for your wife who died today… That's for your wife you killed eight years ago.
Mason Brahmer: Stop!
Voight: There's a big part of me who wants to walk outta here right now and let you take the whole ride. But I dislike Carden even more than I dislike you, so I am giving you this one shot. Tell me what happened, A to Z. If you don't I go upstairs, we go with Carden's version.
Mason Brahmer: I didn't do anything. I don't know who Sam Carden is.
Voight: Listen to me. If I walk outta here, that deal walks out with me.
Mason Brahmer: All right!
Voight: All right what?
Mason Brahmer: I'll give a statement.
Intelligence office
Lindsay: All right, I'll notify the wife's family. That's always a fun call.
Halstead: I'll call Portland PD.
Ruzek: It's gonna be such a punch in the gut after all these years.
Halstead: The family deserves to know what happened to their daughter.
Voight: Atwater. My office.
Voight’s office
Voight: Leaving that can in the room almost caused us the entire case, Kevin.
Atwater: I understand, Sarge. And I take full responsibility for that.
Voight: I appreciate that. IA's gonna launch a full investigation in the Carden suicide, though. I can't have you up here while that's going on.
Atwater: What does that mean?
Voight: I'm bumping you back down to uniform… It's just for a bit.
Atwater: Look, Sarge, whatever I gotta do…
Voight: This isn't a conversation, Kevin.
Burgess: You wanted to see us, Sergeant?
Voight: Yeah, we're shuffling things around up here. Burgess, you're in Intelligence until further notice. Roman, you're partnered with Atwater. I cleared it with Platt.
Roman: Looking forward to it.
Voight: Good. You're dismissed.
Locker room
Burgess: Kevin. Kevin, this is not how I wanted things to go down. I'm sure if you give Voight some time, it'll all blow over.
Atwater: Burgess… Congrats.
Voight’s office
Voight: George.
George Baumgartner: I don't approve some stone and you think you can blackmail me?
Voight: That's an ugly word.
George Baumgartner: Who knows about this?
Voight: Just the two guys in this room. Or maybe the prostitute I found you with. I don't know if she remembers.
George Baumgartner: If this gets out…
Voight: Just sign the approval for Nadia's memorial, and we're done.
Voight: Good to go.
Platt: I could just kiss you, Hank. Thanks.
Voight: Right back at ya, Trudy.
Outside the 21.
Platt: It turned out real nice, Roman. Thanks.
Roman: Course.
Lindsay: The, uh Deputy Chief sent this over. I figured I'd share it… "Ms. Nadia Decotis, this letter is to commend you on being accepted as a recruit to the Chicago Police Department." She would have made a hell of a cop. Certainly one of the bravest.
Hallway
Halstead: Hey. I think we're all gonna head to Molly's. Pour one out for Nadia. I think we could all use a drink right about now.
Lindsay: Yeah.
Halstead: You in?
Lindsay: Yeah. Yeah, I'll try and make it.
Bar
Bunny: There's my girl.
Lindsay: I was supposed to meet up with everybody from work, but I can't be around them right now.
Bunny: Yeah. I get that. Times like this, you need to be around family… Baby, I'm so sorry you lost your friend.
Lindsay: When I met Nadia when I busted her … I just saw something in her… I wanted to be for her what Hank was for me. So I pushed her in the direction I'd gone. But if I'd just left her alone from the start, none of this would have happened… I didn't lose her. I got her killed.
