Bar
Jimmy: Erin.
Lindsay: Jimmy… Do you want to, uh...
Jimmy: Oh, yeah.
Lindsay: Bunny always said you were locked up.
Jimmy: Yeah. I've been out ten years… I was married. That's why you didn't hear from me… We had two boys of our own.
Lindsay: Hmm. Married convict with a whole nother family. There's a catch.
Jimmy: Nobody involved exactly had their stuff together… But you turned out okay.
Lindsay: So, you're off the hook? I'm guessing you were my secret admirer. All the hang-up calls? Flowers a couple months ago sent from outside of Leavenworth?
Jimmy: Yeah. Went to visit a friend who didn't make it out, which could've been me about 12 different ways… I'll be in town a few days… I wasn't there for you then, but I'd like to be now, if you'll let me.
Lindsay: I'm glad we met… You enjoy Chicago.
Stadium
Emma Crowley: Female victim. Young, black... Pretty... Not that it matters.
Voight: Everything matters.
Emma Crowley: This school falls in a safe passage zone. Two tac teams assigned. They're rolling in any minute. All eyes are on us. This block is supposed to be safe.
Voight: Copy.
Halstead: Rough one. Grace Johnson, 22 years old.
Burgess: She's not in the system. No priors. Nothing.
Atwater: Found her bag nearby. She definitely wasn't robbed, but there's barely any blood here, so she was probably killed someplace else and then dumped.
Olinsky: Well, she fought back. Defensive wounds. She's got skin under her fingernails. Three small-caliber bullet wounds.
Halstead: There's marks around her neck. Looks like she was strangled, but the ME's not gonna know cause of death till she gets her on the table.
Voight: Hey, Kenny, listen. Bag her hands. Have forensics run a deluxe, will you? Thanks.
Deanna Lewis: Just another one! Y'all don't care about us!
Halstead: Who is that?
Voight: It's Kenny Rixton. He's Ruzek's replacement.
Burgess: What?
Voight: Ruzek's replacement. Look, I'll fill you in later. Do me a favour... Get that under control, will you?
Deanna Lewis: It's all for show! That's all it is! All of this!
Voight: Work the case.
Deanna Lewis: They don't care about us. It's all for show! All right? Look at this one. Look at her. She about to come over here and tell me to shut up.
Burgess: Ma'am?
Deanna Lewis: I have the right to be here.
Burgess: Yes, you do. Did you know the girl? I'm trying here. What's your name?
Deanna Lewis: My name is "I'm black and I'm proud." What's your name?
Burgess: Okay, my name is Officer Kim Burgess, and this is a crime scene, so if you know something and you can help us in some way...
Deanna Lewis: Help you? They are killing our daughters, and you're asking me for my help? You're the police!
Burgess: Ma'am, I need you to calm...
Deanna Lewis: No... You're supposed to be helping us! No! Don't touch me! This snowflake white bitch don't care about you!
Officer, stand down!
Burgess: Hey! Holster your Tazer!
Deanna Lewis: What you gonna do?
Burgess: Ma'am!
Deanna Lewis: You gonna shoot me?
Burgess: Ma'am, you need to calm down. Do you hear me? Holster your Tazer! And you, walk away. I need you to walk away. Take your friend and walk her away, or you are sleeping in lock-up.
Deanna Lewis: Don't touch me.
Burgess: Come here. Do you know her? Is she related to the victim in some way? What was that?
Officer: Deanna Lewis. Her niece was killed a few months ago.
Deanna Lewis: They're killing our daughters! What are you gonna do about it? Huh?
Intelligence office
Lindsay: Ruzek's replacement?
Halstead: That's all we heard. Hey, um, how'd it go with your dad?
Lindsay: Um, fine. I... I don't know. I don't even know if I want this in my life.
Halstead: Do you want me to dig in? Go through his financials, see if he's got a reason to be coming out of the woodwork?
Lindsay: No.
Voight: Okay, this is Kenny Rixton. He's assigned over from the gang unit. He and I used to work together over there.
Burgess: Where's Adam?
Voight: Ruzek's been detailed to an ,undercover assignment at his request. I don't know what the case is. I don't know for how long… Kevin, you and Kenny are gonna partner up. He's up to speed on the case.
Halstead: Hey, welcome aboard.
Lindsay: Welcome.
Rixton: Looking forward to working with you all.
Voight: Hit it.
Atwater: Okay, so, Grace Johnson, 22 years old. She was found dead last night based on an anonymous 911 call. The caller did not want to be ID'd. His phone was a dead end, and as of right now, we haven't been able to turn up any witnesses.
Halstead: It was 28 degrees out last night. Hard to determine time of death. We're trying to locate a vehicle that would've dropped her off where she was found.
Olinsky: Well, the ME noted vaginal tearing, signs of asphyxiation, and three gunshot wounds.
Lindsay: And no arterial bleeding, meaning she was raped postmortem.
Voight: Who was she?
Burgess: Yeah, uh, Grace was a hard worker, receptionist at a doctor's office in the South Loop, raising two younger sisters. Mom's MIA. Dad got knifed in the day room at Stateville last year. Sisters are with DCFS now.
Voight: Those sisters need to be interviewed. I want to understand the last day of Grace's life. Every minute. Check all sex offenders in the area. Comb her social media. Dump her phone. Let's go.
DCFS
Rixton: Thank you.
Atwater: So you'll cool with questioning kids?
Rixton: Yeah. In the gang unit, half the bangers we dealt with were kids.
Atwater: How you doing, ladies? I'm Officer Atwater. This is Officer Rixton.
Kimmy: Hi.
Rixton: Hi.
Atwater: Kimmy and Devon, right?
Devon: Hi.
Atwater: Devon, you think you might want a snack?
Rixton: Whatever you want, on me. You know where the machines are?
Devon: Uh-huh.
Atwater: Um... So, Kimmy, I feel terrible about what happened to your sister, but I'm not gonna lie to you. I'm gonna have to ask you a few questions if you think you're ready for that.
Kimmy: Ask what you got to ask.
Atwater: So, did Grace come home last night after work?
Kimmy: She went out to see Vincent.
Atwater: Vincent. Didn't see that name in her phone.
Kimmy: She got a different phone for Vincent. He's this white boy… I know everybody loves Grace, and she got a job and all that, but I know what she does on weekends. Dances for Vincent at some club.
Atwater: You mean like a...
Kimmy: Not a strip club. Lingerie parties. Girls at school do it. Dance, take a guy in back for 100. But they don't dance for Vincent. Only Grace does. He's... Fancy.
Atwater: Hm.
Kimmy: That's all I know… They said she was raped.
Atwater: I don't know.
Kimmy: Thought you weren't gonna lie to me. You know, our dad got killed. I didn't cry then either.
Lingerie parties
Halstead: Hey, hey. CPD. We're looking for a Vincent Avinell. Vince Avinell.
Burgess: Vincent Avinell?
Halstead: Hey, CPD. Vincent Avinell?
Lindsay: Where's Vincent?
Bodyguard: Can't come in here.
Lindsay: Okay.
Bedroom
Lindsay: Chicago PD! Hey, ladies, get down.
Halstead: Get off the bed. Get off the bed.
Lindsay: Keep your hands where I can see them.
Halstead: Don't move. Vincent Avinell?
Client: No.
Halstead: Do you know where he is?
Client: No.
Rixton: Two-way mirror.
Lindsay: Don't you move.
Office
Halstead: Chicago PD! Don't move! Keep your hands where we can see them. What's up, Vincent?
Vincent Avinell: Those ain't mine.
Halstead: Yeah? Maybe we'll hold onto them. What do you think? You got him?
Rixton: Yeah.
Interview room
Halstead: The problem is, Vincent, is that we know she danced for you right before this happened.
Vincent Avinell: Yo, like I did that? Yo... I was at a bar all night. I got, like, a dozen dudes that would vouch for me.
Voight: But you did see Grace last night?
Vincent Avinell: Yeah. She came by. She owed me some money. Yo, I'm being forthcoming, so y'all can't come at me with obstruction charges.
Voight: Just drop the street act, Vince, okay? You're from Winnetka… Sit.
Halstead: Who did she talk to and who did she leave with?
Vincent Avinell: No one. She kept it moving. All the dudes were into her.
Voight: You know, I can put you in lock-up right now for those guns. Rubbing elbows with a bunch of guys who may not understand the appeal of white boys selling black women… It's time to get on the bus or get under it, kid.
Vincent Avinell: Okay… Dude's name is Ricky Barnes. I might've sent some stuff to him on text. You know, that's why I had the guns... In case he found me.
Voight: Who's Ricky Barnes?
Vincent Avinell: He used to go home with Grace. He was pissed that Grace was dancing for me. He made some threats. Grace went over there to try to cool things down, but... I think he killed her… And I'm next.
Intelligence office
Burgess: Ricky Barnes, 27. He's been arrested, but no charges as an adult. He was a violent kid, in and out of the juvenile system. No current address. Accurint puts his last two arrests at his parents' house.
Lindsay: Mom and dad live two blocks from where Grace was dumped. Dad's a machinist, and mom works back office for ***.
Voight: You and Jay hit it.
Burgess: Um... Yeah, okay, so, one thing… Two recent murders on the south side. Victims choked, shot, then raped.
Voight: Uh-huh.
Burgess: It's a pattern. Woman at the tape line put me onto it... Deanna Lewis. Her niece is one of the girls.
Olinsky: If it was, Homicide would've known.
Lindsay: Could've fallen through the cracks. They are overloaded, as we all know.
Voight: Chase it down.
Burgess: Okay.
Barnes’s house
Franklin Barnes: You want to arrest our son off of some text messages?
Halstead: He made threats. And we can't find him. We just want to get him off the street before anything else happens.
Lindsay: Jeanette, does he have a gun?
Jeanette Barnes: Franklin, does he?
Franklin Barnes: I don't know. You tried his friends? Those young men are always strapped.
Halstead: Officers are looking for his friends now.
Franklin Barnes: Well, I'll reach out, but Ricky didn't make it home. He's pretty upset about Grace.
Lindsay: Do you mind if we search his room?
Franklin Barnes: I do mind. If you want to talk to him, I'll try and make it work, but this is our home.
Halstead: Sir, if I may... Help us out here, okay? Grace was murdered. You knew her. She probably stood right there where you're standing at one point, and what happened to her is as bad as it gets.
Jeanette Barnes: You don't think my baby killed that girl?
Lindsay: No. But we think he might know who did. And the longer he stays out there, the more he does begin to look like a suspect.
Deanna Lewis’s house
Deanna Lewis: I let you in here, but you need a warrant if you're gonna search my house.
Burgess: Ms. Lewis, we're not here to search. We need your help. Something is going on. We just need to figure out what.
Deanna Lewis: What's going on is that my niece was killed six months ago. The coroner's reports show that her body was defiled after she was deceased… This is Belle. She was 19 years old. My sister can't hardly leave the house.
Burgess: She's beautiful.
Deanna Lewis: She was... The best thing that's happened to this family, and I intend to get her justice.
Burgess: And that's why we're here. You said "They're killing our daughters." What do you mean by that?
Deanna Lewis: Stay here.
Atwater: How'd you find her?
Burgess: She found us. Should've tried harder to talk to her the first time.
Deanna Lewis: Three white girls are killed in Lincoln Park. It's national news. A killer comes back to haunt black girls in Englewood... One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten... And they call me crazy.
Atwater: What do you mean, "comes back"?
Intelligence office
Burgess: So, Deanna Lewis's niece gets killed. She starts digging.
Atwater: And finds ten murders in 2008 just like Grace.
Burgess: So far, everything she gave us checks out. Victims are strangled, shot with a .25, raped postmortem.
Atwater: And all ten of those murders have gone unsolved.
Olinsky: So, you're thinking the same guy all of a sudden is killing again? Okay, so, why did he stop, and why did he start up again?
Atwater: Both good questions.
Rixton: In 2008, homicide didn't call these serial killings. Chicago had a bid in to host the Olympics. Maybe HQ buried this.
Burgess: If they did, are we stepping on toes reopening these investigations?
Olinsky: Don't worry about that.
Voight: I need to talk to Chilewich over in Area South Homicide. This is really good work, guys.
Rixton: Thank you, Sergeant.
Olinsky: No, the correct response is "Team effort." All right?
Rixton: Yeah, no, I wasn't trying to take all the credit.
Olinsky: All right.
Wasteland
Arnold Chilewich: When did that happen? What... Ten minutes ago? I can't now. I got to meet someone. Yeah, send Rico. All right. Yeah. Look, I got to go. All right. Call me later. Bye.
Voight: Hey, Arnold. Listen, I don't want your job... This just fell in our lap.
Arnold Chilewich: Oh, yeah? You can have my job. March 3, 2008. Cindy Howard. Agreed, she matches your murder pretty close.
Voight: That's one of ten. You see a pattern?
Arnold Chilewich: You thinking this is the same guy that did more of these in 2008?
Voight: I don't know yet. I'd like to compare your ballistics to mine.
Arnold Chilewich: You want to take all these open homicides?
Voight: I just want to stop girls from getting killed.
Arnold Chilewich: The ballistics... I don't have them. I know how that sounds. We lost six years worth of files. Our offices got moved across town, and then there was a software update.
Voight: You make any arrests in 2008?
Arnold Chilewich: Yes, I did, Hank. One blew up on us. Walter Volman.
Voight: The reporter with "The Sun Times"?
Arnold Chilewich: Yeah, until we found him in his car smoking rocks with a pro. Claimed she was a source.
Voight: Yeah.
Arnold Chilewich: I said, "Where's your pants, then?" Yeah, he was working a story at the time... Young girls getting killed. Always at the wrong place at the wrong time. We cleared him… Could be worth another look.
Walter Volman’s porch
Olinsky: Hang back on this guy. Okay? Walter Volman.
Walter Volman: Are you here about the girls, Al?
Walter Volman’s house
Walter Volman: Believe this? Working from home now. I'm a blogger. Ugly word. Should've never took that buyout from "The Times."
Olinsky: Yeah. Didn't help you were a suspect in ten murders.
Walter Volman: I never hurt a fly, as my lawyer showed. Cocktail?
Olinsky: I'm on the clock.
Walter Volman: So, we'll have gin.
Burgess: We're here about your files for the 2008 murders.
Olinsky: Sorry. This is Patrolman Kim Burgess.
Walter Volman: You assume I kept those files. I was close, you know. I was the only one who cared. I liked those girls.
Olinsky: Liked them too much, maybe.
Walter Volman: Yeah, so, why help CPD now?
Olinsky: Helps prove your theory.
Walter Volman: Ten murders, and nobody ever saw this guy, right?
Olinsky: Mm-hmm.
Walter Volman: Chatter was he raped a girl but she got away. Never reported. I was this close to finding her… It's in my files.
Olinsky: Oh, see, I knew we came all the way over here for a reason.
Walter Volman: I identified 40 missing girls in Englewood back then, 40. You keep digging, you're gonna turn up more bodies. I could help. I know those streets.
Olinsky: You already have. I'll wait here while you go grab those files.
Walter Volman: You seem real nice. Not sure what you're doing with him.
Intelligence office
Halstead: So, we're trying to link this killer from the 2008 murders in green... Right. To the recent killings in red to include Grace Johnson.
Rixton: We lost the ballistics from 2008 to compare to these fresh murders.
Halstead: Right, but we do have physical DNA evidence in storage. The problem is our offender isn't in a DNA database. So, we spoke to Antonio. He had a great idea. You widen the DNA search to include familial matches, and then you search every felon in the state.
Voight: So, you're thinking our guy is smart and never got pinched, but somebody in his family might have been?
Halstead: That's the theory. The problem is: to do the sweep, you got to petition a judge; to get a judge, we need a prosecutor.
Voight’s office
Steve Kot: A familial DNA sweep? That's half science fiction, and a good defence attorney could shred you with it.
Rixton: It's the only way to ID him. We got a DNA match from the cold cases and the recent murders. It's the same guy, but whoever he is, he's not on file.
Steve Kot: You want to build a serial killer case off homemade evidence walked in by a civilian? And where's our suspect?
Halstead: Ricky Barnes is still a possible. He was in Grace's life, but we're still connecting the dots.
Steve Kot: Can you put him near Grace's body?
Halstead: Not yet. She was with him the night she was killed. Her cell phone puts her there. But that's it.
Steve Kot: Where is he?
Voight: We're looking. Meantime, I want that DNA sweep. I got 13 families denied justice. You want to stand in their way?
Platt’s office
Burgess: Hey, Sarge.
Platt: Hey.
Burgess: Hey, I don't know if you heard, but...
Platt: I probably heard.
Burgess: You didn't let me finish.
Platt: Finish.
Burgess: Adam took an undercover gig.
Platt: I heard.
Burgess: I went by his place. I called him. They turned off his service. And his stuff is just cleared out of his apartment.
Platt: Must be a deep-cover gig.
Burgess: I mean, I get it. You don't say no when they call. But it's just... It's weird not knowing how long he'll be gone, right?
Platt: You're worried he left to get away from you.
Burgess: Yeah.
Platt: Kim, Adam made his decision of sound mind and body. You need to make yours: member of this Intelligence Unit or mother hen?
Jeanette Barnes: Hi. We're looking for Detective Lindsay. She'd like to speak with Ricky.
Platt: That's right.
Burgess: Hey, would you put your hands on the counter for me, please?
Jeanette Barnes: What? Wait a minute. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. No, no, no, no.
Burgess: It’s okay.
Jeanette Barnes: He didn't do anything. I thought y'all was trying to keep me safe! Get your hands off of him! He didn't do anything! Get your hands off of him! He didn't do anything.
Burgess: I understand, ma'am, and we're gonna find that out, aren't we?
Jeanette Barnes: Ricky! Why'd you lie to me? Ricky, I'm so sorry.
Ricky Barnes: You lied!
Jeanette Barnes: He didn't do anything!
Interview room
Voight: We know about the threats you made, in case you're wondering, "What am I doing here?"
Olinsky: You want to tell us about Vincent Avinell?
Ricky Barnes: Nothing to say about him.
Voight: He's scared of you. Guess you two had a beef over Grace Johnson?
Olinsky: You have every right to be mad at him... What he did. He had her turning tricks.
Ricky Barnes: What did you say?
Voight: Relax… Kid... You got a big problem. I can put Grace in your bedroom three nights ago. Her cell phone records. Ricky, just tell us what happened.
Ricky Barnes: I ain't seen Grace in a minute.
Voight: Ricky, what happened? You argue?
Ricky Barnes: Look. For real, I did not see her. Okay? I loved her. She broke my heart… I heard she got killed, and I was gonna do something about it, but I didn't. So, all you got on me is some lame texts I sent to the dude, so if you want to arrest me on that, do it.
Voight: Where's the gun, Ricky? We know you saw her. What, you follow her home from the club? Where's your car? Where's the gun?
Ricky Barnes: Like I said, you got bad information.
Hallway
Steve Kot: The state is charging Ricky Barnes… He hit on the DNA sweep. 98% match on all ten cold case murders plus the new ones.
Voight: Hold on. This kid's not even under arrest yet.
Steve Kot: His DNA was logged when he got grabbed with a gun three years ago. No charges filed, but that's what hit when we widened the parameters of the DNA search. I've been instructed… Stand up. Up.
Ricky Barnes: For what?
Steve Kot: Hands behind your back. Ricky Barnes, you are under arrest for 13 murders...
Ricky Barnes: What?
Steve Kot: Including Grace Jones.
Ricky Barnes: Look, I didn't kill anybody!
Steve Kot: You are entitled to an attorney.
Ricky Barnes: I'm innocent!
Olinsky: What, this kid was 16 years old when he did his first murder?
21 entrance
Deanna Lewis: You caught him? Please tell me you caught him.
Burgess: We can't discuss an ongoing case.
Deanna Lewis: These people... Look at them. They've all lost someone. They deserve to know what's going on.
Lindsay: Ma'am, please know that we took everything that you told us very seriously, and our entire unit is focused on this.
Deanna Lewis: You promised me results.
Burgess: Ms. Lewis, I didn't say... I did not say that. Look, all we can do is we work a case, we go where it takes us. Please let us do that.
Deanna Lewis: I'm trusting you. All of us... We're trusting you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Intelligence office
Halstead: This handgun was recovered from underneath the carpet lining of Ricky Barnes' trunk.
Rixton: Preliminary ballistics are a match. That .25 hit on all three recent murders.
Lindsay: Thing is, if we lost the ballistics from 2008, we still can't tie Ricky Barnes to those bodies.
Halstead: We got the gun. We got DNA.
Lindsay: I'd just like it better if the DNA was 100%.
Olinsky: No, see, I think we may have something. Now, Walter Volman had some notes on a girl back in '08. A witness.
Atwater: Yeah? Did she actually see the murders?
Olinsky: No. She was raped and shot in the chest, but somehow she lived. So the story goes.
Burgess: But all we have is her nickname, Cherry, and this was eight years ago.
Voight: Well, if she's the only one who can tie Ricky Barnes to one of these crime scenes, find her.
Files room
Halstead: I'm looking for a girl. A prostitute. We got a street name, but we struck out in the nickname database.
Virginia: Nice to see you, too, Jay.
Halstead: Oh, sorry. Virginia, you look great. Is that a new scent?
Virginia: Yeah. My sugar daddy gave it to me on his private jet. What's the girl's name?
Halstead: Cherry. Last seen 2008. Probably gonna be a hospital report. She was assaulted.
Virginia: Nothing. Um, let me try the juvenile system… Okay. Sienna Brody, AKA Cherry. Multiple pops for solicitation. Admitted to Med August 2008. Two GSWs. She was 15. Want me to print this?
Halstead: Yeah. Thanks… And, uh, one more name. Jimmy Sanguinetti.
Virginia: Mr. Sanguinetti, another frequent flyer. He did this to her?
Halstead: Uh... No. Unrelated.
Virginia: Detective, I can't chase personal business without a case number assigned… Bit-O-Honey. How'd you know?
Halstead: Friends know, Virginia. Friends know.
Flowers shop
Sienna Brody: Mm-hmm. Well, I can have these delivered to you, uh, Friday, if that works… One moment.
Atwater: Sienna Brody?
Sienna Brody: I don't think about that day… I don't read the news. I got two sons with my husband from his first marriage… And I never came forward before because... 'Cause I couldn't sit there in front of a jury and tell them how I was so high I didn't even see the gun… I was 15. Now because of that, I can't have kids of my own.
Atwater: We're very sorry. Um... But we'd like for you to look at some photos… Can you let us know if you see him?
Intelligence’s kitchen
Sienna Brody: None of these are right either.
Atwater: Okay… Um, just have a few more to look through.
Sienna Brody: That's him. It's him.
Voight’s office
Sienna Brody: All the girls on that corner... We knew what the police didn't. Someone was picking us off… He wanted pictures. That's him.
Voight: Why'd he let you go? I mean, how are you different from the other girls?
Sienna Brody: He didn't let me go… He drove me to some garage… He shot me. Twice… I blacked out, woke up, and he was still on me… I laid there and I played dead… He left me to die in an alley.
Lindsay: Nothing. His wife hasn't seen him. His phone hasn't moved in 12 hours. He's running.
Voight: All right, call Kot. Get a search warrant for his house. We need a solid DNA sample. Do a garbage pull. Anything and everything.
Lindsay: We also need to get Ricky Barnes out of 26th and Cal. He might know where his dad's hiding.
Voight: Just make sure you do it quietly.
Sienna Brody: I should've done this a long time ago.
Voight: Hey.
Sienna Brody: It's my fault that these girls are dead.
Voight: Listen to me. You can't blame yourself. Okay? We're gonna find this guy because of you. You hear me?
Barnes’s house
Atwater: Ms. Barnes, do you know where your husband might be right now? Does he disappear often?
Jeanette Barnes: Sometimes it's a day. Sometimes more. I don't know where he goes.
Atwater: Is your husband the only one that drinks these?
Jeanette Barnes: Yes.
Atwater: Office… All right, we'll clear everything up real soon, ma'am.
Officer: Thank you.
Atwater: Mm-hmm.
Rixton: We're missing something.
Atwater: Yeah?
Rixton: Let's step outside.
Street
Rixton: Grace Johnson comes here the night of her murder. Her cell phone doesn't lie.
Atwater: Yeah. To talk to her ex-boyfriend.
Rixton: Yeah, but he's not here, so she runs into his dad, Franklin Barnes. Thing is there's no sign of her inside. There's no prints.
Atwater: Could've wiped it down and planted his gun in Ricky's car.
Rixton: Yeah… Or she never made it inside the house.
Basement
Atwater: I got blood.
Rixton: I got a photo… Wherever he is, looks like he's getting rid of evidence.
Prison
Halstead: Your dad kills more than a dozen girls. How much would you know?
Lindsay: I'm the wrong person to ask. Until a week ago, I thought my dad was in prison.
Halstead: They lived under the same roof.
Lindsay: Well, you can hide a lot if you try. Just ask Bunny.
Office
Lindsay: Ricky, we think that the reason that your DNA was a false positive is 'cause you're such a close match to your dad… Do you understand what I'm getting at here?
Ricky Barnes: No. My dad?
Halstead: Come on, Ricky… I am telling you... We are telling you that your father killed 13 girls. You didn't see anything? You didn't know anything?
Ricky Barnes: Look. Ten minutes ago, it was me locked up. Now you say... Now you think my dad did this?
Halstead: Ricky, you loved her. You loved her, right? You loved her, and he raped her. And he killed her. Your dad did that, and then he set you up so you'd go for the ride. Help us out. Where is he? Where would he go?
Ricky Barnes: I don't know! I don't know what you're saying. I don't know. I don't know.
Lindsay: Ricky. I know this is a lot… If your dad were nervous, if he were gonna hide out somewhere, where would he go? Come on, man, where would he go?
Ricky Barnes: My uncle's. Not my blood uncle. He's got a shop. They drink there. He's got a key.
Factory
Voight: You guys go. You're with me.
Olinsky: Franklin Barnes.
Voight: Turn around, Franklin. Nice and slow… That'a boy. Down on your knees… Stand him up… Get him out of here.
Interview room
Voight: Why'd you stop?
Franklin Barnes: I don't understand the question.
Voight: Ten murders in 2008, and then you stopped. Why'd you stop killing and then start again?
Franklin Barnes: I think you have me confused with someone else.
Olinsky: You know, you sound like the 911 caller who spotted Grace Johnson. Did you call in your own crime scene?
Franklin Barnes: Well, that wouldn't be very intelligent.
Voight: And you're an intelligent guy. Except you left your DNA on 13 girls. We got your saliva on their breasts… Tell me something. What kind of man lets his own son take the fall for this kind of thing?
Franklin Barnes: Well, this is all just some big misunderstanding… He'll get over it… That guy you're looking for... I think I've met him.
Voight: Hmm?
Franklin Barnes: A long time ago, he sat down next to me at the bar and had some wild stories about how he tricked girls into his car for nothing… Five bucks. Some loose cigarettes. He gave me those pictures you found. Mm-hmm. Sick. Never got his name.
Olinsky: What did he look like... This guy?
Franklin Barnes: He was big… The kind of guy... You just walk right by him… Said he killed 100 girls… Must be some kind of record.
Voight: I'm not gonna lay a hand on you, 'cause I don't want to... I don't want to jeopardize my case, but... Believe me: where you're going... And you're going there forever... It's gonna be hell… Hell… I'm gonna make sure of it.
21 entrance
Jeanette Barnes: I... I didn't know. I didn't know. I'm so sorry.
Platt: We have a side door. Come on. There's too much press out front.
Deanna Lewis’s house
Burgess: On behalf of the Chicago Police Department, I would like to thank you. And if you can take some comfort in that, I would be so happy.
Deanna Lewis: Okay.
Intelligence office
Rixton: See you tomorrow.
Lindsay: Yeah. Hey, nice job today.
Rixton: Oh. Uh... Team effort.
Lindsay: Olinsky bust your balls?
Rixton: Yeah, a little. But you won't see me make the same mistake twice.
Lindsay: Good to know. Have a good night.
Rixton: Good night. See you, man.
Halstead: All right… You want to hear some good news?
Lindsay: Yes.
Halstead: Jimmy Sanguinetti is a solid, financially stable, charitable individual.
Lindsay: You ran his financials even though I asked you not to?
Halstead: Pretty much. Now we know whatever he's here for, he's not looking for a handout.
Lindsay: You seem very interested.
Halstead: To figure out where you came from? Sure.
Lindsay: Well, since you're all in, you want to have dinner tonight? Apparently Jimmy's buying.
Halstead: I'll have the lobster.
Restaurant
Bunny: You were getting older, and Jimmy was married. And we just couldn't keep up the "Jimmy as family friend" thing, you know? So...
Jimmy: Uh, so I heard there was a mix-up at your mother's storage facility and they auctioned everything off.
Bunny: I gave them a forwarding address. It's not my fault.
Jimmy: Okay, well, I guess all your childhood pictures were there, and those are all gone now. But I... I saved all the ones your mom sent me over the years. I thought you might like this.
Lindsay: Wow.
Jimmy: I got them all in a... In a binder. I'll bring them next time. Hey, we're, um... We're supposed to be celebrating. Your mother and I are going to buy that salon that she's been looking at. She's going to be a job creator.
Halstead: Congratulations.
Jimmy: Thank you.
Bunny: Thank you, Jay… Well, I think it's time the old folks hit the bricks.
Jimmy: Oh.
Bunny: Yeah. It was great to see you, sweetie. Bye.
Jimmy: Jay.
Bunny: Honey. Mwah.
Halstead: Just do me a favour. Let me run a DNA test on him just in case this whole thing is a fantasy.
Lindsay: No.
Halstead: No?
Lindsay: If it is a fantasy, let me live in it for a minute.
