Voight’s house
All: Happy birthday dear Daniel. Happy birthday to you.
Voight: Happy birthday, kiddo. Come on, blow out that candle. Ready? One, two... Good job.
Lindsay: Yay! I can't believe he's a year old already.
Voight: Ooh, wait. Time for presents.
Justin: Oh.
Lindsay: That one's from me.
Justin: All these years you kept this?
Voight: Your mom did. She kept all your baby stuff upstairs in the attic, just, you know, hoping one day she could pass it along.
Olivia: Hank, it's perfect.
Voight: Yeah.
Justin: Thanks, Pop. I wish Mom was here too.
Voight: Yeah.
Lindsay: She would be so proud of you… That I know.
Voight: There you go.
Justin: Just six more months of getting top marks in training, and I'm eligible for signal corps officer.
Voight: I'm really, really proud of you.
Justin: Means a lot, Pop. Thanks.
Voight: So you were in town last month, huh?
Justin: Yeah. Yeah, I was seeing a friend. Only had, like, a day and a half, otherwise I would've reached out.
Voight: Mm.
Justin: Don't.
Voight: So who's this friend?
Justin: It's my son's birthday, Pop. I don't feel like being interrogated, okay?
Voight: There he is.
Olivia: Bedtime.
Justin: And besides, I'm not a kid anymore. I can handle my own business.
Voight: Yeah.
Crime scene
Atwater: Hey, Sarge. We got one dead female... Found in the trunk.
Dawson: A park district employee was closing the gates. He was about to have the car towed when he noticed blood on the rear of the car and called the police.
Halstead: Victim's hands and feet are tied with barbed wire. Throat's cut. Fingernails are gone, too. I'm guessing she fought back against the assailant. He knew there'd be DNA, so he yanked them off.
Voight: Cartel hit?
Dawson: Or Russians. They've been known to use barbed wire too.
Lindsay: Mouse ran a work-up. Car's registered to the victim. Her name's Melissa Wilds. She's 26 years old. We got an address.
Voight: All right, call Ruzek and Olinsky. Tell them to go over there and do a knock-and-talk.
Melissa Wilds’s home
Ruzek: I'll call in for a warrant.
Tricia Reynolds: What's going on?
Olinsky: We're the police. Who are you, ma'am?
Tricia Reynolds: Tricia Reynolds. I'm Melissa's friend. Um, I've been waiting up for her to get home. This is her daughter, Tigan… Did something happen?
Tigan Wilds: Where's Mommy?
Mrs. Reynolds: Tricia, is everything okay?
Tricia Reynolds: Yeah, everything's fine, Mom.
Ruzek: Tricia, you think your mom could take Tigan inside, please?
Tricia Reynolds: Yeah.
Tigan Wilds: When's Mommy coming home?
Tricia Reynolds: She'll be home soon.
Mrs. Reynolds: Come on, sweetie.
Olinsky: We found Melissa about an hour ago. She's been murdered.
Tricia Reynolds: Oh, my God.
Ruzek: Tricia, did Melissa say where she was going tonight, or...
Tricia Reynolds: No, um, she just said she had to meet someone, so she asked me to watch Tigan for her.
Olinsky: Where's Tigan's father?
Tricia Reynolds: Peter?
Olinsky: Yeah.
Tricia Reynolds: Um, he... He was in the Army. He died, um, in an accident last year.
Olinsky: All right, we're gonna need you to come down to district, just answer a few questions... Call Tigan's next of kin.
Tricia Reynolds: But who would want to hurt her?
Ruzek: That's what we're gonna find out.
Meeting room
Voight: Sir. Commander.
Emma Crowley: Sergeant, please have a seat.
Voight: This meeting's like a coin flip. Am I getting a department commendation or the firing squad?
Chet Harper: Sergeant, as you know, the department is under intense scrutiny. Charges of racial profiling, excessive use of force, deadly shootings... Public trust and morale are at critical points.
Tim O'Leary: The new superintendent's trying to fix that.
Voight: Good.
Tim O'Leary: Implementing new programs, new strategies... Strategies that might not fit with your "old school" approach.
Voight: Well, I'm not a stats guy, but I'm pretty sure my unit has the highest clear rate of any organized crime division.
Chet Harper: And we know the credit for that goes mostly to you.
Voight: It's a team effort.
Emma Crowley: Which brings us to why you're here. We're promoting you to lieutenant.
Voight: I didn't take the lieutenant's exam.
Emma Crowley: It's a meritorious promotion.
Arthur Banks: You're one of the most respected supervisors in the field. Instead of a six-man unit, you'll be in charge of 50. Instill your years of knowledge onto them. There's also a substantial salary increase.
Voight: So all those times you guys tried to put paper on me, take away my star, question my methods... It's all forgotten? Why don't we just call this what it is? Part of this new policy is taking proactive cops off the street.
Emma Crowley: I think "proactive" is putting it politely, Sergeant. And regardless of how you see this, we strongly recommend that you accept.
Voight: May I please be excused?
Emma Crowley: You have 48 hours to give us your answer.
Voight: Thank you, Commander. Gentlemen.
Intelligence office
Lindsay: Melissa Wilds. Her husband was an Army private... Killed in a training exercise last year at Fort Bragg, along with three others, when their chopper went down.
Dawson: She had an associate's from Roosevelt and worked as a paralegal for the law firm Sawyer & Sawyer.
Atwater: Yeah, I've seen those commercials. They're just high-profile ambulance chasers.
Dawson: Bigger than that. They do seven-figure class action lawsuits against pharmaceutical companies or schools with asbestos.
Halstead: Yo, except for a few parking tickets, Melissa has zero priors. She's a working, widowed mom, so the more I'm digging here, I can't see any reason why she'd be associated with cartels or any Russians.
Voight: Melissa. This girl was tortured with barbed wire. That means the killer either wanted something from her, or it was personal. So I want to know where she was before we found her, who she was with... If she was seeing someone new… Hey, look who's here.
Halstead: Oh, there he is.
Dawson: Hey, hey.
Halstead: Last day, huh?
Roman: Yep, this is it. Just clearing out my locker.
Halstead: Gonna miss you, man.
Roman: You too… Here, I know you never passed a mirror you didn't like.
Atwater: Yeah, you know, I got to check my fade out around the clock. I appreciate that, bro.
Roman: Here, for you. Just in case they ever let you loose in the street.
Mouse: Are you kidding? Oh, I'm definitely using this on these bozos up here.
Lindsay: This is... This is a bad idea. Hey, man.
Voight: Sorry to see you go, Sean.
Roman: Hey, if the job don't want me, then I don't want the job.
Voight: Do yourself a favour. Just leave that at the doorstep when you walk out of here. You served this city proudly. Just carry that with you.
Roman: Yeah. Thanks, Sergeant… Adam. I know it wasn't pretty between us. But you're good police, and I'll always respect that.
Ruzek: Hey, you too, man. Good luck.
Roman: Thanks.
Lindsay: Hey.
Voight: Hm?
Lindsay: Roger Simpson, Melissa's father, is downstairs.
Voight: Al?
Olinsky: We should start drawing straws.
21 entrance
Olinsky: Roger Simpson? All right… Mr. Simpson, I'm Detective Olinsky.
Roger Simpson: Is... Is what I heard true? Melissa had her throat cut?
Olinsky: Sit down. Uh, she's with the M.E. right now, so we're still determining...
Roger Simpson: Please, don't. Don't give me the runaround. I need to know.
Olinsky: We found your daughter with barbed wire wrapped around her wrists and ankles… And yes, her... Her throat was cut.
Roger Simpson: What kind of animal...
Olinsky: Do you know why anybody would want to harm Melissa?
Roger Simpson: She'd been acting... Different the past few months, asking me to watch Tigan a lot more, but I'm two hours away, so it was tough. I asked if anything was wrong, but she wouldn't say… I always told her I was there for her... No matter what… I guess I was wrong.
Olinsky: I'm sorry.
Hallway
Burgess: Hey.
Roman: Hey.
Burgess: This suddenly feels real.
Roman: Yeah.
Burgess: I've been thinking about your offer.
Roman: Me too. I want you to stay… Are you mad?
Burgess: No. I just... I've been trying to figure out a way to tell you the same thing, 'cause this is where I belong... Being a cop.
Roman: Do it for both of us.
Intelligence office
Mouse: Hey, I found something.
Halstead: Okay. Why are we whispering?
Mouse: Just... Just look at it.
Halstead: Are you kidding me?
Mouse: Yeah, I wish I was.
Voight’s office
Voight: Yeah?
Halstead: Hey, we got, uh, Melissa Wild's phone records.
Voight: Okay.
Halstead: She and Justin, um... They knew each other. Looks like there's maybe 20 phone calls and twice as many texts between the two of them last month. The last phone call she made was a half hour before time of death.
Voight: He said he was in town to help a friend. Maybe it was her.
Lindsay: Where is Justin now?
Voight: He should be at home with Olive and Daniel.
Halstead: Did he ever mention this girl to you?
Voight: Don't you think I would've mentioned it if he did? Straight to voicemail.
Voight’s house
Voight: Where's Justin?
Olive: He left over an hour ago. Said he needed to clear his head.
Lindsay: Have you tried calling him?
Olive: He's not answering. I texted him too. Hank, I'm worried.
Voight: We'll find him.
Lindsay: Mouse, I need you to track the GPS on Justin's car... Now.
Voight’s car
Lindsay: Turn here.
Voight: There it is.
Parking
Lindsay: Oh, my God.
Voight: Oh, my God.
Lindsay: Oh, my God.
Voight: Justin. He's got a pulse!
Lindsay: Lincoln 5021, emergency. I repeat, emergency.
Voight: Oh, my God, he's been shot!
Lindsay: I need an ambulance at my current location. We have a gunshot wound victim. Get me that ambulance now!
Lindsay: Hank...
Voight: Justin!
Chicago Med ER
Maggie Loockwood: We have incoming. You're with me. Talk to me.
Voight: It's my son!
Maggie Loockwood: Sharon called. We're going to Baghdad.
Paramedic: GSW to the neck. GCS 3, tubed in the ambo. Pupils fixed and dilated?
Maggie Loockwood: Yup.
Paramedic: Sinus tachy on the monitor. He was bound in the trunk of a car.
Maggie Loockwood: Rotate.
Trauma 4
Maggie Loockwood: Get ready to transfer. Ready? Three, two, one... transfer.
Sharon Goodwin: Hank, let's step outside.
Voight: Is he breathing?
Maggie Loockwood: I need a CT head. Someone call neurosurgery!
Voight: Is he still breathing?
Maggie Loockwood: Checking right now, Hank.
Sharon Goodwin: Come on, let them do their job.
Olive: Oh, my God!
Maggie Loockwood: Get me a head CT.
ER
Lindsay: What are they saying?
Voight: Get everyone back to 21.
Lindsay: Hank, we don't...
Voight: Now!
Intelligence office
Dawson: Everybody needs to hold on real tight, and you all know what I mean. If at any point you're not comfortable with something, you come tell me.
Voight: I want you to put word out to all your C.I.'s. That's 90,000 for any information on who did this to Melissa Wilds and my son.
Atwater: Hey, we got this, Sarge. Think you should go to the hospital?
Voight: All right, let me be clear. I don't need condolences. I need commitment... From each of you. I'm gonna do whatever it takes to find who did this. Anybody not comfortable with that... Should take the next couple of days off.
Lindsay: So, turns out Justin went through basic training with Peter Wilds at Fort Campbell before Peter got shipped to Fort Bragg. That's how they knew each other. They stayed close friends. Melissa started reaching out to Justin about four weeks ago.
Voight: Still doesn't tell us how they were mutual targets.
Halstead: Maybe there's a nexus with her job... The law firm.
Voight: Check it out.
Lindsay: Hey.
Voight: Hey. What?
Lindsay: You have a grandson now, okay? Just remember that.
Social club
Man: Hey, jagoff.
Mickey: Hank.
Man: Come on, sit down.
Voight: Mickey. You said you saw Justin a few weeks back. I need to know... Was he with anyone?
Mickey: That's Aces around.
All: Hey! Hank, hey, hey! Easy, easy! Think hard! Not in here.
Voight: Get off me... Get off me!
Man: Let him go!
Voight: Justin's at Chicago Med. I found him in the trunk of his car with a bullet in his head.
Mickey: I'm so sorry...
Voight: So I need to know. Was my son with anyone when you saw him?
Mickey: Yeah, a girl, but not Olive. She waited for him outside.
Voight: Justin came to you. What did he want?
Mickey: To borrow some money. Said the girl was in a jam. And then this guy showed up, and all three of them got into an argument.
Voight: What guy?
Mickey: I don't know.
Voight: What guy?
Mickey: I heard her call him Ginger. I told Justin if there's trouble, he should go to you. I swear to God, Hank. He said he had it handled.
Voight: I may need a favour at some point.
Carmine: Whatever you need.
Office of Melissa’s boss
Boss: Melissa used to be a great employee. Never complained about the hours or working weekends. But there was definitely something off with her these past few weeks.
Lindsay: How do you mean?
Boss: Her demeanour. Melissa was always outgoing... Always had a smile on her face, even after losing her husband, Peter. But lately she'd become withdrawn... Distant. And to be honest, that's when I started to get suspicious.
Lindsay: Suspicious of what, exactly?
Boss: We worked a class action suit last year. Several dozen plaintiffs were awarded mesothelioma cancer pay-outs, all over a million dollars each. After the checks were mailed out, three of the plaintiffs were robbed in home invasions... Some of them badly injured.
Halstead: Was Melissa the only one with access to this information?
Boss: Well, no. But the way she was acting, and now what's happened to her... It can't be a coincidence.
Intelligence office
Voight: Anything?
Mouse: I checked leads, NCIC, CHRIS, CPIC. There is... There's no offender who's been arrested in the city of Chicago with the alias "Ginger."
Dawson: I'm waiting on a call from my guy in the FBI. See if "Ginger" pops for anything federal.
Ruzek: All right, thanks, man. Uh, hey, that was Jay. Sounds like Melissa Wilds might've been involved in a series of home invasion robberies... Feeding the addresses of clients who got large settlements through her law firm.
Dawson: She's got no record, a four-year-old at home... Doesn't add up.
Atwater: Dead husband, a hungry kid... The girl has bills.
Dawson: She's a paralegal. She's not starving.
Voight: Look, just call robbery-homicide. Get the details on these home invasions.
Ruzek: Look, if she was involved in the robberies, it seems like Justin probably knew about them... You know, whatever that means, but it's unlikely that Melissa ran a robbery crew by herself.
Voight: What are you saying?
Ruzek: Just that he might've had a different role in all this.
Olinsky: Hank, come on.
Voight’s office
Olinsky: You want me to be honest with you, Hank? I'm wondering the same thing the kid is.
Voight: You think Justin is part of some robbery crew?
Olinsky: I mean, it's not the first time he's found trouble.
Voight: I would've known.
Olinsky: Well, you didn't even know he was here last month. You had to find that out second-hand… Hank… Hey.
Voight: Why didn't he come to me, Al?
Olinsky: Hey. Hey, come on. Listen… All that matters is finding who did this. And however you want to play this, Hank... Hey, I'm with you on this, till the end.
Dawson: Just got a call from my Fed. Carl Hearnes, AKA Ginger.
Intelligence office
Dawson: He's been on the FBI's radar for the last few years, suspected of home invasions in Illinois, Indiana, and Michigan. Seems he's not so much the muscle but the talent at cracking safes. Feds have been dragging their feet arresting the guy... Lack of evidence. Sounds like it matches the same M.O. as the victims from Melissa's law firm.
Voight: Got an LKA?
Dawson: Hearnes hasn't paid a utility bill at any steady address for over five years. But supposedly when he's in town, he likes crashing at a motel on Lincoln where they pimp cheap girls.
Voight: Everybody gear up.
Carl Hearnes’s home
Voight: This one we don't announce.
Olinsky: Don't move!
Voight: Right there!
Olinsky: I'll blow your head off!
Dawson: Let me see your hands.
Olinsky: Don't move.
Lindsay: You, get your clothes. Get out of here.
Carl Hearnes: You got a warrant?
Voight: Melissa Wilds.
Carl Hearnes: Never heard of her.
Voight: The stove. Cover the door.
Carl Hearnes: Wait a minute.
Voight: Justin Voight is my son.
Carl Hearnes: Ugh!
Voight: You shoot him and wrap him in barb wire?
Carl Hearnes: No, man, that wasn't me. It was all Kevin!
Voight: Kevin who?
Carl Hearnes: Kevin Bingham, a guy I work with sometimes. He... He used to bang that girl Melissa when they were younger. He got his hooks back into her after her husband died... Started forcing her to give up info on who was getting big pay-outs from her law firm.
Voight: Yeah, and you did the home invasions.
Carl Hearnes: Ugh! I just do the safes, man. He handles the people, then we split it down the middle.
Voight: Why did he kill her and shoot my son?
Carl Hearnes: Melissa wanted out. But Kevin wouldn't let her, so she went to Justin for help. Then he called me... Wanted me to meet him at that social club to broker a deal for her safety for five grand. I told him, leave it alone. He had no idea who he was messing with. Kevin knew Melissa was gonna rat him out, so he called Justin to meet to tie up loose ends!
Voight: Where's Kevin now?
Carl Hearnes: I don't know. I swear! He only calls me when there's a job!
Dawson: Voight, we can do this at the district!
Voight: We're fine right here. Relax. Relax. Where's Kevin now?
Carl Hearnes: Hiding 'cause he knows you're after him. I swear to God that's all I know.
Dawson: Come on. Get up.
21 entrance
Platt: Hank? We are all here for you.
Voight: Thanks, Trudy.
Platt: Hey, uh, real quick.
Office
Voight: Commander.
Emma Crowley: Sergeant. I cannot imagine how difficult this must be. I want to express my deepest sympathies. But because of the personal nature of this case, I can't have you or your unit actively investigating it.
Voight: I am gonna find who did this to my son.
Emma Crowley: Think about your career, Sergeant... The promotion you were just offered.
Voight: You think I care about that right now?
Emma Crowley: Then think about the officers in your unit and their careers. You step outside policy, as I know you will, you take them down with you.
Voight: You want to take me off this case... You're gonna have to put a bullet in my head, you understand?
Intelligence office
Lindsay: Kevin Bingham. He's been racking up felonies since he was 18... Armed robbery, assault, battery, burglary. Five years ago he got popped for attempted murder. A guy spilled his drink at a bar, so Bingham stabbed him 16 times.
Dawson: Yeah, and he got out of jail three months ago.
Olinsky: Melissa's father said she and Bingham dated six years ago back in high school. And after her husband died, he started coming around again.
Halstead: So these were sent over in the robbery-homicide file. All of these are from recent home invasions where the victims were tied up with barbed wire.
Atwater: That is definitely something he picked up in prison.
Ruzek: So Bingham's parole officer said he stopped showing up... Violated him, but he's got no LKA.
Mouse: Yeah, so we've been running an extensive check on all his known associates, including those off his prison visiting list.
Ruzek: All right, this is Dillon James. It's Bingham's half brother, visited him all the way up until his parole, putting money into his canteen account. He's got priors for methamphetamine and a thing for stealing UPS trucks and selling the stolen goods.
Voight: Where is he?
Mouse: We got a possible house in Rogers Park.
Voight: Let's roll out. Oh, Antonio. You stay here. Just call us if you get anything.
Lindsay: Hey. Any word on Justin?
Voight: Uh, Goodwin called. He's being moved to ICU. Said she'll call in an hour with an update.
Lindsay: Okay.
House in Rogers Park
Halstead: We got two. Chicago PD! Chicago PD! Don't move! Stay where you are! Get... Sit down! Stay down!
Ruzek: Don't move!
Halstead: Don't move.
Voight: Look here, look at me. Tear this place up, top to bottom. You brother, Kevin Bingham. Where is he?
Dillon James: I... I don't know.
Gunshot
Dillon James: Aah! God! Argh!
Olinsky: The son of a police officer was left for dead. We know your brother did it. So if I was you, I'd be forthcoming.
Dillon James: I ain't... I ain't seen him… All right, he was here! He came by last night. He was picking up some... Some cash I was holding for him and some guns.
Voight: Where did he go?
Dillon James: I don't know. On my life. I'm telling you, he said he just needed to get out of town until something blew over.
Voight: Let me see your hands.
Olinsky: Keep looking. Keep looking at me.
Voight: Get Bingham's picture to every train, bus station, airport, and toll camera. All right, call an ambo. Just tell them it was a domestic. I'm listening.
Parking
Rev: Kevin Bingham, huh?
Voight: That's right.
Rev: So I'm hearing right? That's who shot your son?
Voight: You got something for me or not, Rev?
Rev: Well, that depends on if the 90K bounty you put on the street is real.
Voight: It is.
Rev: Cool. 'Cause I'm gonna need to throw a little cash around to find out where Kevin's hiding out at.
Voight: Spend what you want. Keep the rest.
Rev: Then I'll go do my thing.
Intelligence office
Sharon Goodwin: Hank. Can we talk?
Voight’s office
Voight: Just lay it out, Sharon. Please.
Sharon Goodwin: Hank, Justin's not coming back. The bullet caused a catastrophic brain injury, and it's inoperable. Dead brain tissue is not regenerative, so he will be on a ventilator and feeding tubes for the rest of his life. He won't wake up. He won't recognize his family or speak again.
Voight: I, uh... I got... I got to talk to Olive.
Sharon Goodwin: Well, that's why I'm here. I spoke with her. She's at Med now. Olive wants to withdraw life support. She wanted me to ask you first… Listen. Look, I know what happens to families when they hang on too long. I am so sorry.
Chicago Med ICU
Voight: You did good.
Intelligence kitchen
Burgess: Hey. I heard.
Lindsay: Yeah.
Burgess: And you've been there for me, so if there's anything that I can do...
Lindsay: Can you explain why this happened? I mean... Justin pulled himself up, you know? He made a new life.
Burgess: Yeah.
Lindsay: He had a baby, a great wife...
Burgess: You can't do that. You can't ask yourself why.
Lindsay: When Hank and Camille took me in, he could've made my life a living hell. And he just... He tried so many things that didn't work out. You know, he tried being a tough guy. And he tried to be his dad. Tried to be a player… But underneath all that stuff, he was just a sweet kid.
Burgess: Yeah.
Lindsay: To... To think that what took him down was just trying to help a friend.
Burgess: Look at me. It's okay.
Office
Dawson: Commander, you wanted to see me?
Emma Crowley: Close the door… I heard Sergeant Voight put a $90,000 reward on the street. Is that true?
Dawson: I'm just doing what I can to solve the case.
Emma Crowley: A case from which the intelligence unit has been removed.
Dawson: What would you do? I mean, if it was your own son who was left to die slowly in the trunk of a car? Would you step aside?
Emma Crowley: If I was ordered to, yes… What about you, Detective? When your own son was abducted, did you break any rules?
Dawson: All due respect, Commander... We saved my son and got him back unharmed. In no small part, that was thanks to Voight.
Emma Crowley: We both know how this is gonna end for Voight. And when he's up on charges, I'm gonna need someone to run Intelligence. You follow me, Detective?
Dawson: I'm been approached before about this. It was either someone in Internal Affairs or the person that had your job before you. But my answer was no. Nothing's changed. 'Cause if you're looking for a rat...
Emma Crowley: I'm not looking for a rat. I'm looking for an honest cop.
Voight’s office
Voight: You got something for me, Rev?
Rev’s car
Rev: Yeah, I got a location on Kevin Bingham, but you got to move fast.
Intelligence office
Voight: I got an address on Bingham. I want everyone rolling there now. First two to arrive, breach. This guy's on the run... Could be leaving any minute. Let's go.
House
Dawson: Clear. Clear.
Halstead: Clear.
Ruzek: Basement's clear.
Atwater: Upstairs clear.
Halstead: I got nothing.
House / Lindsay’s car
Lindsay: Hey, I'm two minutes out.
Halstead: Bingham's not here. No one's here. Not for a while.
Lindsay: Is Voight there?
Halstead: Not yet. Erin? Erin?
Silo
Carmine: Got a package for you in the trunk.
Voight: I'm Justin's dad.
Kevin Bingham: Just hear me out for two seconds, okay? Two seconds. I did not kill Justin. But I know who did, and I want that son of a bitch as bad as you.
Voight: From where Melissa Wilds tried to fight you off.
Kevin Bingham: No.
Voight: Right before you killed her and pulled her fingernails out to hide your DNA.
Kevin Bingham: Okay, look, I can get you 500 grand... Tonight... In cash! Hey, you want to kill me? I understand. But believe it or not, I liked Justin, and I know he'd want you to have that money.
Voight: Give me your hands… Start digging.
Lindsay’s car
Lindsay: Come on, Hank.
Silo
Kevin Bingham: He left a note for you. I have it. I mean, not on me, but I have it.
Voight: Dig.
Kevin Bingham: I told him a bunch of times, "You're in over your head, kid." You think I brought Justin in on this deal? Hell no, he came to me, trying to be some hero for Melissa, and I told him, "This don't concern you."
Voight: Keep digging.
Kevin Bingham: But did you hear what I said? He stuck his nose in my business… He was warned.
Voight: Dig.
Kevin Bingham: Oh! Hey! Hey! Hey! Over here! Hey!
Lindsay: Hank!
Kevin Bingham: Oh, thank God. Thank God. This guy tried to kill me. I didn't do anything.
Lindsay: Don't do this.
Voight: Get back in your car, Erin.
Lindsay: Do not throw it all away over him.
Voight: Get back in your car.
Lindsay: Hank, please. Please... Justin wouldn't want you to do this.
Voight: Get out of here.
Lindsay: Justin wouldn't want this!
Voight: Now.
Lindsay: Hank. Hank!
Voight: Erin.
Kevin Bingham: No, don't! You can't! Erin, right? Erin! Don't! Please! Ahh. I did you a favour. He's the kind of son you worry about, right? 'Cause he don't have the smarts to survive. I bet you probably waited up every night waiting on that phone call. Well, at least the phone call's over with. And I'm gonna tell you what I told him, right before I put a bullet in his head… Go f...
Gunshot
