Voight’s home
Voight: Morning.
Lindsay: Thank you. You know, taken out of context, a plastic cup's really just a harmless little thing.
Voight: How you feeling?
Lindsay: Mm... Marathon headaches are gone. The last couple days, I feel rock solid.
Voight: Strange having you up in your old bedroom.
Lindsay: Oh, man, that window still really shakes in the wind… Bunny again… I'll handle it.
Voight: There's nothing to think about. You just take care of it.
Tunnel - Chase
Burgess: Stop!
Roman: Chicago Police!
Burgess: Squad, this is 21-13 responding to shots fired. Chasing male, black, on foot, white T, jeans, headed west in the gangway of 3400 May towards Carpenter.
Radio: Copy that.
Roman: I'm right behind you!
Street
Burgess: Hey! Roman, get the back!
Roman: Got it.
Burgess: Gun!
Gunshots
Burgess: 21-13, shots fired at the police. Roman!
Roman: Keep going.
Fight
Man: I only ran 'cause y'all started running.
Roman: Yeah? Why'd you shoot?
Man: I want a lawyer.
Roman: You're gonna need a dentist… Hey, give me your hands. I'm not gonna ask you again. Where's the gun? Huh? Where is it? Burgess. Burgess!
Garden
Roman: The offender apparently got a new piece, went popping off at a cookout. Got to love a heat wave in Chicago.
Burgess: So we chased him in here, subdued him using the minimal force necessary to affect an arrest.
Roman: Jack-off tried to ditch the hardware. He threw it in a yard four houses south.
Burgess: I spotted the blood, opened the refrigerator. Never saw anything quite like that.
Olinsky: I sincerely doubt your shooter wanted us to find this. These are unrelated acts.
Lindsay: This is a black neighbourhood, always has been. We're gonna find out somebody moved that kid here.
Halstead: That call that was on the zone this morning... Kid went missing from Rogers Park. I think this is him.
Ruzek: Hey, darling. Hey. You all right?
Burgess: Yeah.
Voight: We're gonna solve this... Whatever it was.
Dawson: I know we will.
Dawson’s car
Olinsky: You know, I started a knock-knock joke three blocks ago?
Dawson: Sorry. It's these cases with kids. It's always the hardest… Looking down on someone's son, their daughter... Seeing your own kid staring back at you.
Olinsky: I don't know, man. You get used to it, you're either lying, or you're giving yourself too much credit.
Dawson: Yeah.
Intelligence office
Dawson: We owe this kid our best, so what do we know?
Ruzek: All right, tender-age white child found dead in a black neighbourhood. We're still waiting on the ME, but responding EMTs indicate that, um... Kid's neck was snapped. He was stabbed in the abdomen three times.
Olinsky: And his wrists and ankles were bound with sailor's knots, for what that's worth.
Halstead: His name was Jeremy Dolan. He was reported missing 36 hours ago from Rogers Park. He was eight years old. His parents are Richard and Rochelle. They're waiting at the morgue to ID the body.
Atwater: Rogers Park... That's three miles north of that house.
Ruzek: Well, he was probably killed elsewhere, transported to the scene. We got no eyeball witnesses of the body being placed, though.
Halstead: Do we know who owns the house?
Atwater: Yep, local real-estate investors. It's one of 150 properties that they're buying and fixing up in that area.
Lindsay: I'll see if there's anything there.
Voight: All right, we start in Rogers Park. I want all in-service calls the last 48 hours. Where was he abducted? Somebody heard a scream, saw a car they didn't recognize, strange face, something.
Dawson: Boy's family's on the way to the morgue. I want to be there when they ID him.
Voight: Yeah.
Dawson: Al, you come with?
Olinsky: Yeah.
Morgue
Rochelle Dolan: That's him. That's...
Olinsky: He went missing Saturday.
Rochelle Dolan: He went on a bike ride. He was gonna go see his friend.
Dawson: We found him three and a half miles south. Would he have ridden that far from home?
Rochelle Dolan: They found his bike a block from the house. Why don't you know this?
Dawson: We're getting up to speed.
Rochelle Dolan: You need to find who did this.
Dawson: That's our intention.
Rochelle Dolan: I can't... I can't do this. I can't do this.
Richard Dolan: Do you know, was he abused, sexually?
Dawson: Medical examiner hasn't had a chance to work yet.
Olinsky: Was there a history of abuse in the family... Relatives, family friends?
Richard Dolan: His life was perfect. Same block I grew up on. There's no problems on that block, and when there is... We deal with them.
Dawson: If we need to reach you...
Richard Dolan: I'll be at home trying to keep my wife from falling apart.
Street
Ruzek: The night of the disappearance, yes, ma'am.
Woman: No, we didn't hear anything.
Atwater: No screaming, shouting, slamming doors?
Woman: I would've gone and checked. We watched each other's kids. These were good people.
Ruzek: I understand. Um, were your windows open? This would've been 6:30, 7:00 Saturday night.
Woman: They were open. It was warm. And my hearing's perfect.
Atwater: Is anybody a little too nice, like maybe extra candy on Halloween kind of thing?
Man: There's no one here who's too friendly. They'd get dealt with. We didn't hear anything.
Halstead: So, uh, how well did you know the Dolan's, Mister...
Damien Boyd: Boyd. Damien Boyd… I've, uh... I've known Richie my whole life. I grew up down the block here. I don't live here anymore, though, so... I wish I could help you. My friends are grieving, and I got to get these inside.
Dawson: Sorry. Our condolences.
Damien Boyd: Come on.
Halstead: So no one saw or heard anything.
Dawson: Nothing they feel like sharing.
21 entrance
Voight: Hey, I've been looking for you.
Halstead: You got a way of saying that where it never sounds like good news.
Voight: Regarding you and Lindsay... All right, I don't know what your relationship status is, and I don't care, but I need to know someone's got her back 24 hours a day.
Halstead: eah, I, uh... Always.
Intelligence office
Atwater: Special Investigations Unit sent over the files for every registered sex offender in the vicinity of Rogers Park.
Lindsay: The ME found tissue under Jeremy's fingernails. Little guy went down fighting. Said no sign of sexual assault, but that doesn't mean he couldn't have been made to...
Ruzek: I don't know... This block he was snatched from, they're pretty tight-knit. Seems like an odd pool to pick your victims from.
Lindsay: But if it was about sex, there's no logic. It's just impulse.
Ruzek: Hey, this guy moved onto the block last year. He's in from Salt Lake City. His PO logged a complaint. He never registered in Chicago.
Lindsay: What's his name?
Ruzek: Darren Woodhull.
Restaurant
Lindsay: So this is what corporate money buys, huh? You want to take the lead on this?
Dawson: I do, in fact. Darren Woodhull?
Darren Woodhull: Officers. You must be here about the boy… Two child murders equidistant from my condominium in Salt Lake... This was 2012. I was detained for nine hours by the PD and told, in no uncertain terms, that a confession was the only card I had to play. It's tiresome being the usual suspect.
Dawson: I imagine your victims grew tired of your abuse back in Utah.
Darren Woodhull: I made mistakes. I sought treatment.
Lindsay: Court-ordered.
Darren Woodhull: I know my rights, Officers. I don't need a lawyer. I have nothing to hide.
Lindsay: Except for the fact that you didn't register as a sex offender when you moved to Chicago.
Darren Woodhull: I…
Lindsay: Why not?
Darren Woodhull: I did. Your city's computer system created an erroneous problem report. And I have an alibi for 6:45 Saturday night. I was here, stuck in a client presentation.
Dawson: You have a car?
Darren Woodhull: I do. It's been in the shop all week.
Lindsay: What happened to your neck? Did you maybe get attacked?
Darren Woodhull: No more questions for today. I have a meeting to get to.
Dawson: This isn't Salt Lake, Darren! Sit down! We got a kid down the street from you dead, and you're on the verge of pissing me off.
Lindsay: Your injury... What happened?
Darren Woodhull: I was sailing. I rented a Sunfish, capsized on some rocks yesterday.
Lindsay: We're gonna need the contact information of everyone that you were working with over the weekend, and you should stay in town.
Locker room
Ruzek: So a needle fell out of his gym bag.
Burgess: Yeah, I know what I saw, Adam. Plus, he is limping and sweating.
Ruzek: Well, you got to talk to him. I can't, because he's gonna know you sent your boyfriend in to ask him what the hell's going on... Sorry, your fiancé.
Burgess: I would never ask you to do that. I would, on the other hand, ask you to help me break into his locker. Only... It's only 'cause we're worried about him.
Ruzek: Time-out. All right, if Roman is using, which, to me, sounds like science fiction...
Burgess: Yeah?
Ruzek: Then he's gonna need help, and CPD has treatment programs, and you, as his friend, you got to talk to him before he loses his grip.
Burgess: Yeah.
Ruzek: You can do this. I believe in you. You got to talk to him. And, uh, you smell really good today. Have we talked about that?
Burgess: How about you tell me that when I'm not, like, wrapped up in semi-breathable polyester?
Ruzek: Okay.
Burgess: Okay?
Ruzek: Okay. Go talk to him.
Burgess: Ugh.
Outside the 21
Michelle: Hey.
Olinsky: Hey.
Michelle: Sorry.
Olinsky: Ah. How long you been cooking that up?
Michelle: Look, I said I was sorry.
Olinsky: I busted you out of lockup. You took my cash, then you disappeared.
Michelle: It was juvie.
Olinsky: Yeah?
Michelle: And it was 40 bucks.
Olinsky: Okay. All right, all right, all right. Where you been staying?
Michelle: With some friends. Friends of friends, but, you know, they got bills and stuff. So, if you have, like, 80 bucks, that'd be awesome.
Olinsky: Not on me. But listen, how about you come by tomorrow, we have some lunch? And then we need to get you on a plan.
Michelle: A plan? What was your plan when you knocked up my mom? Yeah, you know what? Maybe you should figure out your own plan first, okay? This was a waste of bus fare.
Halstead: Who was that?
Michelle: Just a neighbourhood kid looking to bum a smoke.
Halstead: Okay. Darren Woodhull, our registered sex offender... Guy had a gash on his neck.
Olinsky: Okay.
Halstead: Says he got it sailing. Boathouse says none of their guys administered first aid that day. He's lying.
Olinsky: You got his 20?
Halstead: Office says he popped home.
Darren Woodhull’s house
Voight: Hey, get back inside! I said inside, now! Chicago Police!
Lindsay: Guy lied right to my face, violated his parole by not registering in Chicago, in case you need a reason.
Halstead: Drop the weapon!
Vaughn Bash: Who are you?
Lindsay: We're the police. Who are you?
Vaughn Bash: I'm Darren Woodhull's protector.
Halstead: You want to die in a closet? Drop the gun!
Vaughn Bash: Sh... Show me a badge.
Lindsay: Right here.
Vaughn Bash: Don't hurt me, please. Aah! Oh, oh!
Intelligence office
Ruzek: Boss. This is, uh, Rosie Dolan. Her brother is...
Rosie Dolan: My brother was murdered. Officer Ruzek said there's no reward set up to find Jeremy's killer. Here, you should set one up. Money makes people want to help, and it seems like you need all the help you can get.
Voight: Well, we're gonna find who did this to your brother. In the meantime, I need you to keep saving, okay?
Rosie Dolan: Okay.
Ruzek: Hey, let's go. Your mom's waiting, okay?
Voight: Hey... I want a full workup on this Vaughn Bash, you hear?
Interview room
Dawson: Vaughn Bash, registered sex offender in the state of Illinois since '98.
Vaughn Bash: I'm not the one you need to worry about... Darren is.
Dawson: You mean your roommate, Darren? We're very worried. He disappeared.
Vaughn Bash: You don't understand. He's in danger.
Dawson: What did you do to that kid?
Vaughn Bash: I didn't do anything. You got the wrong guy, I swear… Oh!
Voight: Look at me. Woodhull had a gash on his neck. It was fresh.
Vaughn Bash: I know. We had a fight. It got physical. I didn't call 911 because it's not allowed for two people like us to live together. I don't expect you to sympathize, but we need each other.
Voight: If Woodhull told you where he was going, believe me... Believe me, now is the time to speak up.
Vaughn Bash: I'm trying to tell you, he didn't run. They took him, okay?
Dawson: Who took him?
Vaughn Bash: I don't know. He... He came home to take a nap. I... I heard shouting. I hid. When your team came in, I thought it was them trying to come back to rob us. That's why I had the gun.
Fight
Voight: Antonio! Antonio. Get out of here… Right now... The truth.
Vaughn Bash: That's the truth. I got nothing to gain by lying.
Hallway
Voight: Hey... Almost lost you in there.
Dawson: You're gonna tell me to toe a line?
Voight: I'll tell you how much ice to put in your drink, and right now I need you to relax.
Lindsay: Hank, Miles tried to ping Woodhull's cell... Nothing.
Voight: What about his car? I mean, if he transported a body, he left DNA behind.
Lindsay: Yeah, Woodhull said it's in the shop, so Olinsky's on his way to check it out now.
Voight: Well, get the Dolans in here. I want to look them in the eye. I mean, tight neighbourhood like that, they got a pair of sex offenders shacked up four doors down, they know nothing about it?
Lindsay: Caught the tail end of that. You buying this? Guy got kidnapped from his house?
Voight: I don't think we're getting the whole story.
Lindsay: Yeah, from who?
Voight: Any of them.
Garage
Halstead: Kurt Hollister.
Kurt Hollister: That's me. Can I help you?
Halstead: Yeah, we're the police.
Atwater: We're looking for a car that belongs to Darren Woodhull.
Kurt Hollister: Yeah, it's out there... Blue sedan. You like him for the murder? Guy always gave me the creeps, to be honest.
Olinsky: Oh, yeah, how's that?
Kurt Hollister: I don't know. You ever just get that feeling?
Halstead: All the time, but then again, I work with this guy, so...
Olinsky: How well do you know Darren Woodhull?
Kurt Hollister: Ah, keeps to himself. Freak like that... Got no right drawing breath. Think he knows it. No secrets here in Rogers Park.
Atwater: Hey, Jay!
Outisde
Atwater: Searched the interior. It's clean enough. Pop this trunk, it gets real. There's bloodstains under the mat.
Halstead: It's Woodhull. All right.
Voight’s office
Ruzek: So we have an update for you... Person of interest.
Rochelle Dolan: Who?
Voight: The same person you thought of before you set foot in my district. You know, neighbours say they didn't hear any screams when your son went missing.
Ruzek: He didn't scream because he knew Darren Woodhull.
Rochelle Dolan: At number 2336, yeah, everybody knows him. He's a pervert, and he did time for it.
Voight: He's missing.
Rochelle Dolan: Maybe he's on the run.
Ruzek: Rochelle... Where's your husband? If he intervened, we need to know about it.
Rochelle Dolan: I'm not following.
Ruzek: I think you are.
Rochelle Dolan: I lost my son!
Ruzek: I'm being polite right now. We know you lost your son.
Rochelle Dolan: You know what? You want answers. So do I. We don't owe you people anything.
Voight: I'll tell you what you don't want. You don't want to lose my sympathy. Listen to me. Whatever your husband did, you're an accessory right now right where you sit.
Rochelle Dolan: He did what a husband should do.
Voight: Now tell me where he went.
Factory
Richard Dolan: Answer me! Answer me! Answer me!
Dawson: Chicago Police!
Halstead: Up against the wall, now! Are you out of your mind? Now!
Atwater: I got him.
Voight: Give me that. What's the matter with you?
Ruzek: We're gonna need an ambulance.
Dawson: Damien Boyd... Going above and beyond for your friends, huh?
Damien Boyd: They'd do the same thing for me if something happened to my kids.
Olinsky: Hey, this your building?
Damien Boyd: No. We do maintenance for the management.
Olinsky: Yeah, but you got the key to the boiler room. It's a nice place to put a beating on a guy.
Dawson: Hey, what do you know that makes you so sure Darren Woodhull's the guy?
Damien Boyd: Aside from liking little boys?
Olinsky: Aside from that, actually, yeah.
Damien Boyd: He followed Jeremy home from school. Probably got a hard drive filled with garbage. The guy's demented. I still lived on the block, he never would've moved in. He was gonna confess.
Olinsky: And after that?
Damien Boyd: I don't know. We didn't get that far. You know, you guys should be thanking me right now. We solved your case.
Olinsky: Well, we put the pieces together. If they fit, then maybe. Until then, come on.
Damien Boyd: Why?
Dawson: Wild guess. You're under arrest. Let's go.
Olinsky: Come on, get up.
Bar
Bunny: Ah, you got my text?
Lindsay: Look, Mom, this... I need this for work, okay? I can't be getting calls and texts and 911 messages from you all hours.
Bunny: I know, but I worry about you, sweetheart.
Lindsay: And I appreciate that. I do, okay? But I'm good. At least I'm... I'm getting better. The truth is...
Bunny: Hey, JoJo's coming over tonight for drinks. They really miss you.
Lindsay: Mom, we need time apart. It's not that you're bad for me. It's... It's that we're bad for each other.
Bunny: This is not you talking. This is Hank Voight. He put you up to this.
Lindsay: No, Mom, it's not like that. This is me talking.
Bunny: Same old routine... The minute we get close, he has to drive a wedge through us.
Lindsay: Please don't make this any harder than it is.
Bunny: He's gonna get you killed. He's gonna get you killed like he got Nadia killed.
Lindsay: Okay. We have a case. I got to go. When I'm ready to talk, I'll find you.
21 entrance
Burgess: Roman, can we stop for a second?
Roman: Yeah, what's up?
Burgess: You tell me. Come on, man, you aren't yourself. I'm worried. Look, I... I saw that needle in your bag, and I just... Hey, I want you to know that I'm here for you. Whatever's going on in your life, you don't have to hide anything from me. I need you to tell me something, so I know what's going on.
Roman: All right, Burgess, stop. The needle... I'll explain tonight. I promise.
Cage
Atwater: Hey, Antonio, we got a problem. I just got off the phone with Area North. His son is missing.
Damien Boyd: That's not possible. I saw him this morning.
Dawson: How old?
Damien Boyd: He's, uh... He's seven years old, in the first grade.
Atwater: He didn't make it home from school.
Dawson: That's some timing. You want to tell me what's really going on or get charged for kidnapping and assault?
Damien Boyd: I swear to God. I don't know anything… Hey. Hey! You can't leave me in here! What'd they say? Is he missing or dead?
21 entrance
Dawson: Damien Boyd.
Voight: Yeah, his son's missing.
Dawson: Snatched at 3:00 p.m.
Voight: While they're beating a confession out of the wrong guy.
Atwater: The whole damn unit thought we had Woodhull dead to rights.
Voight: We saw what we wanted to see. I want everything on everyone involved.
Intelligence office
Halstead: Yeah, I'm looking at it now. Thank you. Lab results got back. The blood in Woodhull's trunk is a match for Jeremy Dolan.
Dawson: The blood is how old?
Halstead: It's two days old. He was transported in that car.
Atwater: But the car's been in the shop for six days.
Voight: Huh. All right, who had access to the vehicle?
Halstead: It's the mechanic. I'll go.
Voight: Hey, we're still missing the big picture here. We need to know why. Take Alvin.
Garage
Halstead: Hey, we're looking for Kurt Hollister.
Mechanic: He went out a couple hours ago.
Olinsky: He say where?
Mechanic: No.
Olinsky: We're gonna check in his office. Got the key?
Mechanic: Nope.
Olinsky: Hit it.
Halstead: Yeah.
Outside
Olinsky: Guess we got to knock it down.
Halstead: We should check this. We got to get in there… Nice.
Olinsky: Oh, okay.
Halstead: Who do you think this is?
Olinsky: We'll find out.
Halstead: It's Hollister. He's on the run.
Olinsky: He's got a second kid with him.
Intelligence office
Dawson: Our main target is Kurt Hollister. Last known location was his mechanic shop four hours ago. We got Tac guys sitting on his residence and an Amber alert out on the vehicle and the kid.
Mouse: The body in the freezer belonged to Ray Malone. He was 38 years old. He died a block from where he was born.
Ruzek: Malone is a knock-around guy... Misdemeanour priors. Somehow, he's the nexus. He went to high school with the father of the victim and the father of the missing kid.
Olinsky: So what's the motive? Why brutally murder a kid, take off with a second, and then leave an unrelated male body behind?
Dawson: He's out there, and he's holding a seven-year-old boy. He's not some mastermind. We should have him in custody.
Halstead: We were right there. We talked to him.
Dawson: We all missed this. Let's just connect the dots. Who was Ray Malone to this guy? How's he end up in his freezer?
21 back entrance
Voight: So... Ray Malone.
Damien Boyd: Ray, uh... Ray was the guy with the worst luck in the world. He had lymphoma, maybe two months to live. You know, when we grew up, we were tight... Me, Richard, and Ray. Not quite a crew, but, uh... We weren't exactly saints. One night... This is maybe, uh, 18 years ago... They were hanging out behind Ray's house, checking out Ray's dad's gun, and it went off. They run down to the end of the gangway. There's a kid... That got shot. Complete and total accident, but, uh... That's not gonna help that kid, right? So they, uh... They moved him under the house at the end there, run over to my place, and, uh, I was studying for finals. But I hid the gun for them. Woke up, and the... The whole neighbourhood was one big funeral.
Voight: For Hollister's little boy.
Damien Boyd: Yeah, he snapped. He, uh... He started drinking, picking fights. Wife took off, and poor Ray... It wrecked him. He couldn't hold down a job, so I, uh... I gave him money until I couldn't. So he stole. We never told what we did. Hollister, he... He... He had a temper. And we thought, you know, he... He's gonna kill us, all of us. So, uh... Now look at what's going on. Listen to me. If I could trade my life for my kid, I would. But you can't do that for me.
Dawson: He's coming after you now because Ray was dying. He must've gone to Hollister to clear his conscience.
Damien Boyd: Yeah. Be honest with me. Do you think my son's still alive right now?
Intelligence office
Voight: All-call message went out on Hollister 30 minutes ago. I want to be apprised of any sightings.
Ruzek: Sarge, Boyd's son, Conner... Most likely snatched on his way home from school. Got a team canvassing the route home right now. We just got nothing useful so far.
Mouse: I flagged the plate on his car. Troopers are shutting down the ramps.
Atwater: Ah, we got to move. Just got a hit on that plate. Patrol's already down there. We got to go.
Park
Burgess: 21-13 squad. Hold us down on the Amber-alert vehicle.
Radio: Copy that.
Roman: Step away. I need everyone to move away from the car… 21-13. Vehicle appears to be empty.
Radio: Ten-four.
Roman: Sergeant Voight, we're here with the car. It's empty.
Voight: All right, we're almost to you.
Burgess: Roman… Hey. Hey! Don't move! Chicago Police! Don't move!
Chase
Voight: Where are they?
Gunshots
Voight: Go! Go! Go! Look out! Get out of the way! Go!
Roman: Out of the way! Police! Get out of the way! Chicago Police!
Ruzek: Get out of the park, now! Get out of the way! Move!
Voight: Hollister! Hollister, stop! Stop right there! Take it easy. Everybody fall back. I said fall back!
Lindsay: He's cleared the park out. He's looking to die today.
Dawson: Let me talk to him.
Lindsay: SORT and the negotiator are two minutes out. It's safer that way.
Dawson: No, no, no. I can talk sense into him. I'll bring that boy back.
Voight: Go ahead.
Lindsay: Lincoln 15-21 emergency. This is Detective Erin Lindsay with Intelligence. I need that chopper out of the sky now.
Dawson: I'm Detective Dawson. Why don't you drop that weapon, Mr. Hollister, and let's talk?
Kurt Hollister: You ain't the man I need to talk to.
Dawson: I know. You want to talk to Damien Boyd, but I can't allow that.
Kurt Hollister: You know what he did.
Dawson: I know what you think he did, but you're making a mistake. He wasn't there. You got an innocent man's child in your hands.
Kurt Hollister: No, no, either he's lying, or you are.
Dawson: It's the truth! Now, look, I got two dozen officers here that would love to take you out. Let's not give them a reason.
Kurt Hollister: They let him die! Left him under a house like he wasn't a person. He bled out all night... A little kid! They took away the only beautiful thing I ever had in my life.
Dawson: I know. Nothing you do is gonna bring your boy back. But you can end this story today, or you can use that gun in your hand and drag another family into tragedy. It's up to you. Come on… Conner, he's gonna let you go. Can you run to me?
Kurt Hollister: I can't let him win!
Dawson: There aren't any winners here. It's over. He doesn't deserve this. Toss the piece. Come on, Kurt, let him go… It's okay. Get down.
Lindsay: Antonio!
Gunshots
Lindsay: Antonio, you okay?
Dawson: Yeah.
Lindsay: Is he okay?
Dawson: Yeah.
Lindsay: Lincoln 15-21. Shots fired by the police. Offender down. Tender-age child in custody. Notify the Coroner...
Outside the 21
Michelle: I was robbed. You know, now would be a great time for you to try to be my dad, but... I mean, that ship sailed a long time ago, right? Look, I really don't need a lecture right now, okay? I just need 100 bucks.
Olinsky: All right, you want my money. You want my money. Okay, here... Go ahead… Good luck… Listen, I wasn't there for you before. I'm... I'm trying here. You want to let me try. Things'll be a lot better. Trust me.
Chicago Med
Burgess: So what's it called, like, officially?
Roman: Officially, it's called acute myelogenous leukemia. They don't want the dad's bone marrow, for obvious reasons.
Burgess: You mean because he drove his truck through their living room?
Roman: That's a contributing factor. I stay in touch, make sure the restraining order's working out.
Burgess: She's pretty. Boy, you have some taste for high drama.
Roman: Natural-born storyteller.
Burgess: I can't believe you were a match.
Roman: It's my mutt blood... Half Irish, half everything. Guess I'm a match for anybody.
Burgess: Well, I'll bear that in mind.
Roman: My limp and low energy... It's the shots I give myself for the procedure. I didn't say it, 'cause I'm not doing this for me. I don't need a gold star, and I don't need Platt or the Ivory Tower knowing, in case they try to talk me out of this or, you know, suspend me. That kid... He's dying, and that... That didn't seem fair.
Burgess: Sean Roman, you're gonna make me cry.
Roman: Nah, you're fine. Come on, let's say hi. He calls you "the pretty policewoman"... Little flirt… Hey, Andrew, I want you to meet someone.
Chicago Police Departement
Bunny: My name is Barbara Fletcher. I'd like to report a crime... False testimony fabricated by a Sergeant Hank Voight on May 6, 2001. He put a man away for a murder I personally know he could not have witnessed. I want Sergeant Voight's badge, and I want him put in jail, where he belongs.
Molly’s
Will Halstead: So Lindsay's back, just... Like that.
Halstead: No, not like that.
Will Halstead: What's it like?
Halstead: I don't know… I don't know what hand gesture to make. She's back, and it's good. And we'll see what that means for me... And for both of us.
Otis: Hey, man, heard you guys caught a nasty one today.
Dawson: It wasn't pretty, but we saved a kid.
Otis: Yeah, I heard that too. This one's on me, huh? Na zdorovie… Oh, you owe me a vodka. Oh!
Dawson: It's my son… Little man, what's up?
Diego: You called before?
Dawson: Yeah, I wanted to hear your voice. What's that? You watching the game?
Diego: Yeah, fourth quarter. It's tied.
Dawson: Tie game? Want to do a little play-by-play?
Diego: Just for you?
Dawson: Just for me.
Diego: Well, there's five seconds left in the game, and we're on the 10-yard line. All we got to do is kick a field goal, and we win. The offense breaks the huddle... Oh, no! The other team called a time-out, Dad. The crowd's going crazy.
