Chicago Fire (2012–…): Season 5, Episode 15 - Deathtrap - full transcript

Firehouse 51 responds to the scene of a blaze that puts many lives in danger, including someone related to a Chicago police officer.

[alarm blaring]

Battalion 25, Engine 51,

Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61,

steel and box alarm, 1100 Fulton Street.

Main to Battalion 25, be aware,

we've received multiple calls
on this fire.

Battalion 25 copies that message.


- Where's Connie?
- She just left for vacation.

My name's Marcie. I'm a temp.

Call Headquarters, Marcie.

The address for the alarm is on
our target list.

See if they have any information
from Fire Prevention.

Tell 'em to relay it en route.

Yes, sir.

[sirens wailing]

1100 Fulton,
that's commercial, isn't it?

- Big warehouses?
- Yeah.

Remote area at night.

Must be burning pretty good

to have so many people call it in.

Unless they're calling from inside.

How far are we?

Four or five blocks.

You guys smell that?

Think we got ourselves a working fire.

I got a feeling we're not
getting any shut-eye tonight.

I want everyone ready to go
soon as we land.

Got it, Lieutenant.

Herrmann, bring the rope bag.
You have to expect the worst.

[sirens wailing]


[panicked shouting]

We're gonna need every company
in the city.

[panting and coughing]

Hey, what is this place? A club?

The place just went up! [coughing]

- How many inside?
- I don't know.

50, 60? A lot.

[coughing] It's like a maze.
I couldn't find my way out.

- Here's one of the paramedics.
- Battalion 25 to main.

Give me a 2-11 alarm and an EMS Plan 2.

51, get two lines inside.

You hold that fire until we evacuate.

77, grab a hydrant on Fulton
and feed 51.

Ambo 61 is triage.

The fire is in the tresses.
We need to move fast,

save as many as we can.

- Casey?
- Yeah?

Let Herrmann take point.

I need you out here to recon
the outside of the building.

Copy that, Chief.
Herrmann, Mouch, Otis, Kidd...

- inside for primary search.
- Copy that, Lieutenant.

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Help!
- Somebody help!

[frantic shouting and coughing]

Hang on! We're gonna get you out!

[shouting and coughing continue]

Ugh, come on! [grunting]

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- Help!
- Help!

[overlapping shouting and coughing]

Easy! Slow down, slow down.

All right, you're gonna be
all right. We got you.

- Capp, get them out of here.
- Copy that!

- Come on, guys, follow me.
- Come in there.

The door wouldn't open!

All right, let's go.

Fire Department! Call out!

Fire Department! Call out!


81! We got a victim here!

Got her!

I got you! Come on,
let's get you out of here.

Cruz, you grab the search line.

Tie it off. Truck, you guys go right.

Squad, we'll take left.
Let's go! Let's move!

Hey, copy that.
Mouch, anchor the line up.


Hey, you two keep within reach
of me, all right?

Let's not get lost in this dump.

- You good?
- Good.

- Let's go.
- Copy!

- Hey!
- Yeah, I'm right here.


- Careful, careful.
- Otis, hey.

She's not breathing. I'll intubate.

What's the layout in there?

Ah, it's crazy. It's full of stuff.

It's practically made out of kindling.

We're gonna pull a lot of bodies
out of there, Chief.

I was dancing with this girl
when the fire started.

I don't even know her name,
but she was in a-a pink dress.

I... [coughing]
I think she's still inside.

We'll keep an eye out.

[sirens wailing]

Chief Walker's here. Let me go in.

- Go.
- Otis, let's go.

Fire Department! Call out!

Fire Department! Call out!

Fire Department! Hey!

Fire Department!

Help! Help!

Where are you?


Herrmann, up there!

Up here... [coughing]

Where the hell are the stairs?

I don't know!

Truck 81 to Battalion 25.

We need an attic ladder up here, inside.

Give me a minute, 81.

Next available truck will bring you one.

Okay, let's improvise a ladder.

- Copy.
- Got it.

You, up there, stay with me.

I'm gonna get you.

[girl coughing]

Ladder! Give me a hand!

Hang on!

Okay, hold it steady.

We got it. Go ahead.

Okay, hon, you're coming
with me, all right?

Help us!

Hey, stay there, we can only
take one person at a time.

Hey, do not climb over here!

This thing's not gonna
hold too much weight up there.

- I said stop! Stop!
- Aah!


Mouch! Chief, Mouch is down!

- Mouch!
- Mouch!

What happened?

- Mouch is under here!
- Wait.

Mouch, hang in there, buddy.

We're gonna get you out of there.

You got it?

All right, let's get these victims out!


Hold on, come on.

- Come on.
- [coughing]

Stay there. Stay down. Be right there.

Hang in there, buddy. We've got you.

- You got it?
- All right, on three.

One, two, three.

Down, down. Okay, pull up.


- You got him?
- [grunts]

- Hey, buddy?
- [grunts]

- You all right?
- Let's go!


My name's Matt. Who are you?

I'm Kathy.

We're gonna follow this line
out of here.

Hang on to me, okay?



- That sucked.
- Hey, come here.

- Come on, easy, easy.
- Wait... okay.

Take it slow. All right, we got you.

- [coughing]
- [shouting]

- Chout!
- Yep!

- [coughing]
- Smoke inhalation.

A few lacerations.

- She's having trouble breathing.
- We'll take care of her.

You're gonna be okay, Kathy.
Hang in there.

[coughing and wheezing]

Hey, 61, heads up!

All right, you're okay, buddy.

Where are you hurt?

All right. He got pancaked.

I'm okay, really.

Take him in.

- Casey, there's a lot more...
- Mouch.

Three minutes
and nobody else goes inside.

Squad 3, evacuate the building.

Severide, report!


On our way, Chief.
Bringing out two victims.

Wallace. Wallace.

Al, what is it?

My daughter, Lexi. She's in there.

- What?
- She's in there.

My daughter, Lexi. She's in there.

- What? Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- Oh, my God!

- You're sure?
- She's been living here for a month.

I just got off the phone with her

a couple of hours ago, and she was here!

Okay. Let's try and find her.

Come on.

Dawson! You seen Olinsky's
daughter, Lexi?


- Well, she didn't come through triage.
- Wallace...

Wallace, I beg you. I beg you.

Al, I have pulled my people out.

That building's gonna collapse
any second.

We have got to get water on that
fire and hope that she made it.

Chief, Severide and Cruz are back.

Severide, report.

It's bad. We can hear voices
in the back, delta side.

We're gonna need another minute.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Al!
- We got to go in there!

- Wait! Hold on. Hold on.
- We got to go in!

- Hold back.
- I'm begging you, man. Please.

Please! I'm begging you.

Lead the way.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hang tight, Mouch.
- Yep.

[indistinct chatter]

Maggie! Maggie.

- Mouch?
- Hey.

- Hey. You okay?
- I'm good.

- Let me check you.
- Incoming.

Jumped out of a second-story window.

GCS 3, intubated in the field.


Lungs are clear. Let's get a chest X-ray

- and call trauma down now.
- Maggie?

Trauma 3 just opened up.
Go, go, go, go, go.

I'll check in at the nurse's station.

- Wait a second.
- Maggie,

help the ones who really need it.

- You sure?
- Yeah. Get back to the fire.

Okay. Yeah?

Chout, go!

I need some help over here!

I need some help here!

Fire department! Call out!

They'll find her.

Fire department! Call out!

Back here! Help us!

This way!


Hey, Lexi.

Hey, Lexi. Come on, come on.

- Stay with us.
- [grunts]

Ah! It's too hot.

Through that wall!

Lexi. Come on, Lexi. Get down. Come on.

I got her. Go.

Severide! Boden!

Someone! Report!

- I'm going in after them.
- No! Stay there.

[girl coughing]


We got her. We got her. Let us work.

We got her. We got her.

- Let us do our job, okay?
- Lexi, baby.

Watch out. Watch out.

Take the front seat, Al.

I'm bringing down extra staff
from upstairs.

How many nurses do you need?

- Everybody you got.
- Okay.

Dr. Choi? I'm coordinating
with the burn unit,

so if there's anything you need,
you let me know.

Got it.

You good?

Ms. Goodwin, if you're worried about me

because of the burn victim
I lost last week...

No, no. I just want to make sure

you stop and catch your breath
every once in a while.

That's all.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Okay.

- I just heard.
- Yeah, there are a whole lot

of patients, family, and friends
here who may need help.

You might need more staff.

Got it.

Got a 19-year-old
with large area 3rd degree burns

and smoke inhalation.

All right. Take her to Baghdad.

- Copy.
- Tachypneic and tachycardic.

Sats are marginal.

Hey, Lexi, I'm here. She's awake.

She's awake.

Natalie, with me.

What kind of body surface area
are we talking?

Sixty percent.

All right. On my count.

One, two, three.

Draw an ABG, CBC,
carboxyhemoglobin, and lactate.

Get a chest X-ray
and run her fluids wide open.

Lexi, I'm Dr. Halstead. Can you hear me?

- She's barely moving air.
- Swelling's getting worse.

We need to intubate.

Got it. Give me
20 of etomidate, 60 of roc.

You're gonna be okay, sweetheart.

You're gonna be okay.

- Hey, Al.
- You're okay.

Come on. Come on. Let us
take care of her, all right?

Her airway's really tight.

She's bradying down.
You want the cric kit?


I'm in.

All right, get her on the vent.

Nice job.

How the hell does something
like this happen?

Wish I knew, Chief.

Let's get some blankets on these bodies.

- Let's cover them up.
- Yeah.

I saw you at the fire.

What happened?

Oh, a balcony collapsed.
I was underneath.

But I was lucky.
They pulled us out quick.

I was lucky, too.

Everyone was screaming and pushing.

Then I saw a window
through all the smoke,

just ran for it.

The window was up high, so I
climbed and pulled myself out.

That's good.

No. No, I don't think so.

I couldn't reach,
so I stepped on something...


I stepped on someone to get out.

Maybe they were still alive.
I don't even know.

Hey, hey.

I was so scared.

If I'd just stopped to help,
maybe they'd be okay.

Maybe they are.

No. Mm-mm.

Listen. Listen to me.

You didn't start that fire.

Whatever happened,
none of this is on you.

Al. Al.


They're working on her in there,

got her in a medical coma, I think.

Can I get you anything, or...

She was breathing.

And I saw her eyes open, so.

- Oh, that's good, Al.
- Yeah.

- So she's gonna be okay.
- Yeah.

She's gonna be okay.


Hey. We've put Lexi on a ventilator

- and sedated her.
- Okay.

Okay, we'll keep her there
for the next 24 hours,

watch her closely.

She's in burn shock.

Her lungs were badly injured
by the smoke.

We're doing everything we can for her.

Is she gonna be okay?

We're gonna take
really good care of her.

Can I go in and see her?

- Of course.
- Okay.


Sweet girl...

Hey, sweet girl.

Sweet girl.



- Chief.
- Sergeant.

I understand the only reason
Lexi Olinsky is alive

is because of you.

Thank you.

Just one father looking out for another.

- both: Commander.
- Chief.

This is Lieutenant
Alexa Hubble from OFI.

Hank Voight, Intelligence.
This is Commander Crowley.

- Lieutenant.
- Casey.

- All right, so what do we know?
- Building owner's name is

Barry Kimball.

He's already reached out to CFD,

promised to cooperate
with the investigation.

Does he know how many people were living

and partying on his property?

According to him, no.

He thought it was just a small group.

When can my investigators get inside?

66, can we release the scene to OFI yet?

Affirmative. We're done in here.

Scene's all yours.

- You want to join us?
- Please.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

I saw it on the news.

It must have been really rough.

Well, you guys should eat something.

I don't think anyone's
too hungry right now.

Hospital update. Death toll's up to 33.



All those kids out having a good time.

And that guy looking for his
dancing girl in a pink dress.

Oh, I know. Didn't even know her name.

Wait, pink dress?

We pulled out a girl with a pink dress.

What was her condition?

Not great, but we got her to a rig.

You remember her name?

Damn. No. Uh... but Casey talked to her.

I'll call him.

Hi. It's Anna. Leave me a message,

and I'll call you back.

Hey, Anna. It's me.

Um, sorry I haven't gotten in touch.

I guess I wasn't sure
if you'd want to hear from me.

We... we had a pretty rough night here,

and, thing is...

I miss you.

It'd be nice to hear your voice.

If you get a sec, give me a call.


Hey. You heading home?

No. I'm gonna head back to the factory,

see if OFI needs a hand.

Suzi's working
in the southwest quadrant.

You want to help her out, Severide?

I'd be happy to.

Please. I'm just here to pay my respects

on this tragic, tragic day.

When was the last time

your building was inspected by the city?

I don't know any more than
you do about why this happened.

I'm just here to say how sorry I am...

- how deeply sorry I am
- Casey.

for my part in any of this.

You own this fire trap?

Okay, everybody needs to back up.

- Officer, who is he?
- He's the property owner.

My cousin died in there!
Where were the fire exits?

Where were the sprinklers?

I thought the building was safe.

- You killed them!
- Okay, everyone needs

to disperse, now!
Come on, everybody just...

- [all shouting at once]
- What the hell is this?

[all shouting at once]

Come on! Come on!

- Go, go, go, go, go!
- Come on!

- Okay, everybody. Calm down!
- You're gonna have to relax, sir.

Calm down!

[all shouting at once]

Calm down. Calm down!

- Am I under arrest?
- No.

This is just a conversation.

Some place you won't
be overrun by an angry mob.

There weren't supposed to be
that many people inside.

Those parties are usually a lot smaller.

Mr. Kimball,
your building isn't permitted

for public events of any size.

Am I to understand that you had
people living there?

Just a few.

In a building not zoned
for residential use.

I was just trying to help those kids.

They don't have a lot of money,

and Chicago is so expensive these days.

I'm not some slumlord
trying to make a fast buck.

That was my father's factory.

I didn't want to just get rid of it.

And if these kids want to live there

and use it to create their art...

You get the building up to code.

Give them someplace safe to live.

What can I do?

What can I do to make it right?

You can start by making us
a list of all of your tenants

and anyone who had access
to the factory.

This place is...
what's the word? Byzantine?

No sprinkler system,
no clearly marked exit signs,

no fire extinguishers.

I saw one back there, but it
hasn't been inspected since '95.

I stand corrected.

My money's on electrical fire.

Wiring in this place is a nightmare.

I'm gonna say open flame.
You know, space heater,

a candle that got kicked over.

Hey, Suzi, look at this burn pattern.

Think this could be the area of origin?

Could be. Yeah, yeah, could be.


We found out her first name. It's Kathy.

- Kathy.
- We checked at area hospitals,

and they haven't found a Kathy yet,

but they're sending us a list

of all of their Kathleens and Kathryns.

If she isn't at any of the hospitals,

is there a chance that...
she didn't make it?

Last our guy saw, she was alive.


Okay. Thanks.

When I was dancing with that girl...

with Kathy...

I was thinking,

"I'm gonna remember this night."

Now everyone will.

We'll let you know as soon
as we find anything out, okay?

Something good has to come out
of what happened there, right?

We'll find her?


Okay, sweetie, take care.
We'll see you later.

We don't really know if she's okay.

Can't stop now.



Chicago Med has lost another victim.

[exhales] That brings it up to 36.

- I know.
- That's on you, Mr. Kimball.

Easy. He gets it.

Sure. He gets it now.

Far too late for all those young people

and their grieving families.

Lieutenant, is there a,

um, bathroom I could use?

Yeah. Straight back, down the hall.

Thank you.

Are there any exits near the bathroom?

He's not going anywhere.


Oh, my God.

Mr. Kimball's rash and tragic
decision to take his own life

will not slow or alter
our investigation.

We want to know why
and how this fire happened,

and we will get answers.

My office is working
with the Chicago Police

and with CFD.

Our city and our people are stronger

when we come together, and it is my hope

that the citizens of Chicago
will continue...

Did nobody think to pat this guy down?

I was there to protect him,
ma'am, not arrest him.

Kimball was under threat
at the fire scene,

so Lieutenant Hubble asked
if we could bring him here.

This is a tragic end to a tragic day.

Excuse me? I'm sorry to interrupt,

but is one of you named Matt Casey?

Yeah. That's me.

You saved my daughter's life.

All of you did.

She remembered
everything you said to her,

said if it wasn't for you,
she never would've made it

out of the factory.

We own Kathy's Polish Deli on 17th,

and we'd be honored if you all came by

for some of the best kielbasa
in town, on us.

Bring everyone.

That's very generous.

Yeah, you know, that sounds
like just the right thing,

so I'll put the word out.

It's Kathy's Deli?

Yes. It's named after our daughter,

the light of our life.

Appreciate it.


[indistinct speech]

[indistinct speech]

Come on in.

Lieutenant Casey would like
to have a word.

That was the first day you had.

Yeah, it was.

Is there anything
I can get for you, Chief?

No. I'm good.

You can send in Lieutenant Casey now.

Thank you, Marcie.

- He'll see you now.
- Thanks.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Heading out. Just wanted to check in,

see if you needed anything.

No. Go on, get out of here.

We've both talked to people on ledges.

Usually we can tell
if they're really gonna jump.

How'd we miss this?

Maybe he wasn't planning it.

Maybe he just got overwhelmed.

Whatever the reason, I wish that
we could've stopped it.


Chief, Lieutenant Severide's here.

Chief, you're gonna want to see this.

Okay. What did you find?

That's where the fire started.

And that's what we found there.

Electrical fire?

That's a timing device.
You take a brown paper bag,

and you fill it with an oxidizer...

kitty litter or chlorine.

Then you take a light bulb
and you fill it with fuel...

gasoline, cooking oil, whatever.

And you see the drill hole?
That's where they filled it.

You put the light bulb in the bag.

Right. And now you've got
a simple incendiary device.

Drop the bag on the floor, you
step on the bulb with your heel,

and just walk away.

Chemical reaction
would start right away.

Instructions are easy to find
with a quick Internet search.

[footsteps approaching]

Kelly, hey.

There is someone to see you
on the amp floor.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

I can't imagine what the last
24 hours have been like.

Are you okay?

You came all the way up here
to check on me?

Sort of.

I was actually already packing up my car

when I heard about the Kimball fire.

The thing is is that, um,

last week, when I was
heading home from work,

it just suddenly hit me.

You are not the only one
who gets to decide

when it's "someday,"

because "someday" was actually my idea,

so I should be the one
who gets to decide.

Yeah. Sure...

And I get why you wanted
to stay in Chicago,

'cause I mean, it's the same reason

I went back to Springfield... it's home.

But then I...

heard about this opening

for a pediatric nurse at Med.

You're the one who took the job at Med.

- Yeah.
- [laughs]

Maggie told me you already
asked about it for me, though.

Actually, I wasn't supposed
to tell you that,

so if you tell her, she will kill me.

"There were doors all around the hall,

"but they were all locked,
and when Alice had been

"all the way down one side
and up the other,

"trying every door,

"she walked sadly down the middle,

"wondering how she was ever
going to get out again.

"Suddenly, she came upon
a little three-legged table,

"all made of solid glass.

There was nothing on it
but a tiny golden key."

"Alice in Wonderland."

Yeah. Thanks.

She was Alice for Halloween
every year until she was eight.


Excuse me. You know
where Lexi Olinsky's room is?

It's right here.

- Sergeant.
- Chief.

- OFI has a conclusion.
- And?

That fire was intentionally set.

This was mass murder.

Dr. Halstead!

Chief. Sarge.

Lexi. What's going on?

Do something.

Hey, watch out. O2 sats are tanking.
She's unable to oxygenate.

- Lexi! Hey, Lexi! Lexi?
- Al, come here. Come here.

- Do something.
- Al? Al.

Hey! Step out.

Do something, man. Lexi!

- Come on.
- Lexi!

- Al.
- Please!

Get another blood gas,
drop her tidal volume to 300,

and increase her rate to 25,
and up the PEEP to 10.

- Start paralytics. 50 of Atricurium.
- Lexi.


It's okay.

- Doc, Doc, please...
- Close that curtain.

- Scissors.
- [machine beeping]

Her chest can't expand to accommodate
the breath from the vent.

- We need to release the skin.
- Chest escharotomy?




Air pressures are coming down.

Sats are coming up.

All right.


How's Lexi? Is... is she okay?

What? Tell me.

Tell me.

She's in critical condition.

- What?
- She's in critical condition.


- Where is she?
- Okay, it's okay.

Can I see her?

I need to see her.

- Hey, hey.
- I need to see her.

This is Meredith, Lexi's mom.

This is Dr. Halstead, Jay's brother.

So Lexi has burns over 60% of her body.

Ohh, what?

We had to make incisions in
the burned area of Lexi's chest

to improve her ability to breathe.

I'll continue to update you
every step of the way.

And you're going to save her. Please?

We're gonna do our best.

- Oh.
- Let the man do his job.

Come on.

Take a seat.

Hey, take care of her.

You take good care of her.


Now you find whoever set that fire,

and I want him alone.

Detectives and arson investigators

from across the city will not
rest until the individual

or individuals responsible
are brought to justice.

This cowardly act has robbed many of
our Chicago citizens of their future.

I'm being told that
the structure was a home

to many young and talented artists.

If those responsible are watching this,

they're about to feel
the full strength and scope

of the Chicago Police Department.

Any questions?

- Stone.
- Hey.


The entire State's Attorney's office

and investigators are at your disposal.

- Good.
- What do you need?

Just have your people in Felony Review

- ready to sign some warrants.
- Done.

Hey. I know Detective Olinsky's daughter

- is among the injured.
- Mm-hmm.

But when I get this case file,
it's got to be legit,

by the numbers and tight.

Hey, Sarge!

Hey, when we responded to
the call, this door was locked...

so we thought...
so we just pried the door open.

- And you see these scratches?
- Yeah.

Whoever did this when they exited...

they jammed these metal wedges
underneath the door.

- Excuse me a sec.
- Yeah.


- Chief Lugo.
- We have a task force assembled

but I want you and Intelligence
to run your investigation.

- Understood.
- Right.

Find the son of a bitch who did this.

[footsteps approaching]

I got a relief sergeant
to cover the front desk

- so I'm here to help.
- Great.

Uh, these are our 36 DOAs.

And the 18 over there
are in the ICU at Med.

All right, thank you. All right, hey,

that was a parole officer
in East Garfield Park.

She has an ex-con named Nathan Delano

who did 18 years for arson

and attempted homicide in Stateville

because he lit his family
on fire back in 1998.

Including three of his own children.

So this guy failed
to report in yesterday.

She marked him down for the violation,

but his last known address
was 4133 South Wells.

That's six blocks
from the Kimball Factory.

There's a active warrant
out for his arrest.

Yeah. Let's go.

Nathan Delano? Chicago PD! Open up!

[shotgun cocks]

5021, Ida emergency.
Shots fired at the police.

4133 South Ida.

Advise responding, there are plain
clothes officers on the scene.

Ready, boys?


All right.

Many of the victims had only
recently moved to Chicago.

Family members are still arriving

from around the country,

heartbroken, searching for answers.


Son of a bitch.

[footsteps fleeing]



- Stay down!
- [panting]

Get off of me.

- Pigs! Get off me!
- Get up.

Get up!

That's not Delano.

- Uh!
- What's your name?

Oh, no, no, no.


What is your problem?

Lane Cromwell.

He and Nathan Delano were cellmates

- at Stateville for four years.
- Mm.

He's wanted on an extraditable
felony warrant from St. Louis.

He beat a cab driver half to death.

Priors for unlawful restraint,
aggravated battery,

assaulting a police... you get the idea.


Yeah, I'm gonna head back upstairs.

- That's probably a good idea.
- Uh-huh.

You spit on that floor again,
you're gonna be

licking it back up, trust me.
[door closes]

Nathan Delano. Where is he?

I know you know who I am.

I know I'm going back to prison
for the rest of my life.

- So save it.
- Hmm.

You got nothing to offer me.

That's a fair point.

Fair point.

But your little brother...
what's his name again?


He's doing six years
at Menard, isn't that right?

Yeah, it says here he's in, uh,

administrative segregation.

Apparently he's having some
problems in gen pop.

I don't know, but, uh,

judging by his intake photo,
I'm guessing he's just...

just a little too fetching.

You can't touch him.

- Oh, no?
- No.

You wanna hear something really funny?

The warden at Menard
used to be my Deputy Chief.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

See, his wife, she wanted
to move out to the country,

so he took the warden gig

and she finally got her garden.

So I'd say inside of 30 minutes,
I could have your baby brother

tossed in that yard
like a little dog treat.


I don't know where Nathan is.

He packed a bag real quick and drove off

two minutes before
your cop buddies rolled up.

Did he torch that warehouse?

Did he torch that warehouse?

I have no idea.
I wasn't there and I didn't ask.

So why'd he blow off his check-in

with his parole officer yesterday?

He'd been using.

He knew he wouldn't pass the piss test,

so we were gonna skip town.

Head up to Alaska, where a buddy
of mine owns a fishing boat.

Okay, what's he driving?

What's he driving?

Suit yourself.

A '94 green Toyota.

Stolen out of Wisconsin.

Copy that. Thanks. Okay, Sarge,

we got a statewide BOLO
out there on Delano

and the stolen Toyota.

So here's what we're up against, boss.

The warehouse was without
any residential permits,

so there's no records,
no lease agreements,

no video cameras and the person
who knew the most

was the owner, Barry Kimball,
who shot himself in the face

yesterday at Firehouse 51.

Right, Delano's previous
arson, he tried to kill

his own family members.

So it's a good bet if he's
behind this one,

he has some personal connection
to someone inside.

Hey, this is interesting. Barry Kimball

took out additional commercial
property insurance

on the warehouse six months ago.

He doubled his policy.

Insurance scam?

Somehow crosses paths with Delano

and then gets him to torch the place.

It says he has a live-in
girlfriend, Stacia Mulaney.

- We can check his apartment.
- Do it.

She almost came home.

We had lunch last week.

I said, you know,
you've given this guy two years.

It's time, you know,
to pursue your own dreams.

And so I went back that next day

and she had her bag packed.

So I opened the car door but, uh,

she just shook her head.

She was crying.

You know, she couldn't leave him.

"He needs me, Dad."


This is a nightmare.

Yeah, for a lot of people.

Barry was just trying to help.

They were artists and musicians
who couldn't afford regular rent.

You know, they made a community there.

Do either of these men
look familiar to you?


Why did Barry take out
extra insurance on the warehouse

- six months ago?
- I don't know.

He kept me out of that stuff.

When he killed himself at the firehouse,

he had an unregistered gun.

Why would he be
walking around with that?

He was being threatened.

- By who?
- He didn't say,

but he started to get really paranoid.

Threatened about what?

Money. I don't know.

Like I said, Barry kept me out
of all of that stuff.

Okay, Stacia, I'm gonna
ask you something

and I'm only gonna ask once.

Do you know who was after your boyfriend

or who could have started that fire?



Keep your phone on. Don't leave town.

We'll be in touch.


[computer beeping]

I got a hit.

I ran the Wisconsin plate
on Delano's stolen Toyota

through NVLS plate reader

and got two consecutive hits,

both indicating
the 3400 block of Pulaski.

All right, Lindsay and
Halstead should be right there.

- Have them respond.
- Yeah.


- [gunshots]
- [grunting, shouting]

Get out of the way!


- [grunts]
- [horn blaring]

Stop, police!

[tires screeching]

5021 George.

Armed offender fleeing westbound
on 29th Street.

Get me some cars!

Out of the way!


Do not move!

Let go of the gun. Let go of the gun.

Let it go!

5021 George. Shots fired by the police.

Offender is down.
4000 block of West 29th Street.

- Roll an ambulance.
- Copy that. Ambulance on the way.

5021 George's other half...
can you tell that ambulance

to kick it in the ass, please?

Hey, partner, are you all right?

Jay, are you there?

Yeah, I'm fine.

- 5021, squad be advised...
- You're gonna be okay.

Offender didn't make it.

Copy that, 5021 George.
We'll notify coroner.

- Hey.
- Oh, I got something.

We were able to pull some video

off one of the phones
recovered from the warehouse.

[indistinct chatter]

[explosion booming]


Okay, back it up.

That guy was leaving fast.


Zoom in.

That's our killer.


We're up to 38.

So based on the proximity of
the suspect to the stairs...

which we measured at the warehouse...

he should be about 5'9,
figure 150 pounds.

And how tall was Delano?

Oh, Delano was a little over six feet.

[cell phone buzzing]

Hey, guys, um, so there's gonna be

a candlelight vigil tonight
at the warehouse.

At 8:00, FYI.

So the block the warehouse is on.

Strings signify security cameras
from private companies

and what angles they access.

All right, I want footage
going back one month.

And I want access to all these cameras.

- All right.
- [phone chimes]

Hey, it's my C.I. I'll be right back.

- What's up, man?
- What you got for me?

Yeah, man, you know the dude who owned

- the warehouse, Kimball?
- Yeah.

You know, we know each other
'cause I used to supply

some folks who live in the warehouse.

Right, right, right.
I understand that, Rashad.

That's why I called you.

Well, he hit me up a couple weeks ago.

Wanted me to take care
of a situation for him.

You know, turns out,
these dudes were trying

to shake him for some money.

Wanted me to step in, intervene,

- you know, do my thing.
- Okay, wait, wait.

When did I ask you for information

- about the warehouse, Rashad?
- This morning.

Honestly, I think somewhere
down the line,

a miscommunication developed between us

and I take full responsibility for that.

I get it. But I'ma clarify
for you right now.

We in business, together.
You work for me.

You understand that?
You give me information,

I give you cash and keep your
ass out of jail.

- Yes or no?
- Yes.

Of course.

Thirty-eight people died, Rashad.

You can't slow walk this to me
six hours later, bro.

I swear on everything I love,
if that happens again,

your life is gonna change.

- Do you copy me?
- Copy.

Now, you were saying.

Look, this dude named K.D.
was trying to shake Kimball down, man.

- Mm-hmm.
- That's all he told me.

I never saw the dude.

Just told me to be ready.

He might about to put the ball
in K.D.'s court.

[alarm sounding]

She's bradying down.

Milligram of Atropine.

It's not working. Get one of Epi.

Heart rate, 20. She's a peri-arrest.

Stats are down to single digits.

[flatline sounding]

- I can't get a pulse.
- Asystole!

Get on her chest. Start CPR.

- Another dose of Epi, now.
- [machine beeping]

[speaking indistinctly]

I'll be right back.


Now, I've had to give
a lot of notifications

to family over the years,
so I know how hard it is.

So you don't have to sugar coat
anything for me.

All right?

Okay, so...

is Lexi gonna make it?

Her heart already stopped.

And, uh, we were able
to get it going again.

She's in multi-organ failure.

There's just nothing more we can do.

I'm so sorry, Al.

[flatline sounding]

Lexi died 20 minutes ago.

So we can mourn when the scumbag
who did this is in cuffs.

Till then, what do we got?

- Mm?
- Uh... yeah.

Right... yeah. Um...

The lab did an enhancement

on the suspect leaving the warehouse.

They were able to identify the logo

on the right shoulder
of the suspect's jacket.

The brand is ForeRange.

The cargo jacket looks like
the one the suspect is wearing.

There's five retail stores
in Chicago that carry the brand.

They're sending me the last six
months of security footage

and all their cash and their
credit card transactions.

All right, Kev, what's up with
the tip you got on K.D.?

Yeah, we got 85 registered gang bangers

with those initials in our database.

And I cross-referenced the initials K.D.

with everyone who's contacted
Kimball's phone.


These are all
in-service calls and any paper

generated on the warehouse.

Most of the calls came from
the same landline.

Same woman. Claire Burke.

She's made over 40 suspicious
persons calls.

The last was three nights ago
and she lives

down the block from the warehouse.

You and Jay.

This is how it always happens.

Y'all don't show up
until it hits the fan.

Uh, Detectives Lindsay and Halstead.

- Are you Claire Burke?
- Yes.

And before you leave, I wanna get

the correct spelling of your
names, your badge numbers,

and what unit you're assigned to.

Not a problem, ma'am.

We're here about the warehouse fire.

The gentleman who owned it
was named Barry...

I know who he is.

And he packed them damn kids
in there like sardines.

Treated them about as good, too.

Did you notice anything
the night of the fire?

- Anything suspicious?
- The night before, I did.

- Okay.
- Barry had been having

this heated conversation
with another man,

right down the street.

I was sitting in that window,
and I could see it all.

This man kept thumping
Barry's chest like this.

And I told that old hair bag
Officer Keating

when he finally showed up
45 minutes later.

But did Officer Keating
follow up with me?

Hell no.

Okay, any other details about the man?

White gentleman. Brown hair.

A little shorter than you,
looked like...

How much shorter?

Oh, so you interrupt people.

- Sorry, ma'am.
- I didn't have

a measuring stick,
so I can't say for sure.

But he was in his 20s, though.

And I got his license plate number.

- Wrote it down.
- Really?

Any chance you have security cameras?

What am I? Fort Knox? No, I don't have

any damn security cameras.

But I got eyeballs.

And that guy had been by here

three times to talk to Barry.

He was bringing nothing but bad news.

Next thing you know,
39 young people get called home

way before their time.

I'll go get you
that license plate number.

Appreciate it.

Boss, ran the plate.
Came back to a Kade Davis.

- Kade Davis?
- Yeah.

26 years old, 5'8, 170 pounds.

No criminal history, though.

- Get a photo array together.
- Okay.

Him. No doubt in my mind.

Thank you very much for your help.

Finally, a cop does something
in this city.

Lock him into the area,

dump his phone, run his vehicle.

I want everything on this prick
before we move on him.


We're so sorry.


Well, listen. Let's get you home.

- Be with Meredith.
- No.

Alvin, do you wanna get some coffee?

Or maybe talk to the chaplain
or... or Peer Support?

No, I just wanna know
what's going on with this case.

Well, we're, uh,
we're moving in on a suspect.

But it's nothing rock solid yet.



- Hi, how are you?
- I'm great. Thanks for asking.

Do you have a reservation?

It's all good.

I'm looking for the Davis party

and I'm wondering if they're here.

- Yes.
- Don't look.

Just tell me where they are.

By the window. He's having dinner
with a pretty Asian woman.

Thank you.

Stay right here.

- Kade Davis.
- Can I help you?


You need to stand up for me.

I'd like to know what this is about.

- What's the problem here?
- Back up.

- We can keep this civil.
- I'm not going anywhere...

The hell do you think you're doing?

Hands up.

- Huh.
- [laughs]

- [handcuffs ratcheting]
- Where you taking me?

Where do you think? Move your ass.

- [chuckles]
- Let's ride.

Al. Al!

- What?
- Hey.

Hey, you can't go in there, buddy.

I'm just gonna watch, man. Hang back.

No, but just...

Look, the observation room, that's it.

I got it.

Come on, man.


Quite the family tree you got.

[door closes]

So your Uncle Patty,
he was a Ward Superintendant

till he got swept up
in Operation Silver Shovel

for felony theft and racketeering.

The paperwork says he flipped
on a couple of aldermen

for a reduction in sentence.

Your cousin, Finn.
One time city inspector.

He got pinched for bribes,
money laundering,

threatening a witness.

What am I doing here?

Barry Kimball.

Don't know him.



you're gonna deny to my face

knowing or interacting
with Barry Kimball,

whose warehouse got torched.

That's what I said.


Here's what I think went down:

You tried to squeeze money
out of Kimball.

Told him you'd rat him out to the city

'cause you have connections.

And he refused to pay
or he stopped paying.

So you went back to your dirtbag
relatives for advice

and they told you you had to get tough.

So you went back to that
warehouse during that rave

and you torched that place.



if the next thing out of your face

is, "I don't know Barry Kimball,"

we're gonna go for a ride.

All right. I squeezed Kimball for money.

He wouldn't pay. And yeah,
I had people in my ear

telling me what the next level
should be, but it wasn't arson.

And no way did I light that place up.

I didn't start that fire.
You look all you want.


Yeah, your brother operated on Lexi.

So please tell him I said thanks.

I know he gave it everything he had.

- I will.
- Yeah.


All right, I want
a full work-up on this guy.

Search his apartment. Let's tie him

- to that brown ForeRange jacket.
- Okay.

That was patrol.
Tamra Collins just woke up

in the ICU at Med.

And she wants to talk.

All right. Kim, you go with.


Sweetheart, the police are here.

Hi, Tamra.

My name is Erin Lindsay

and Kim Burgess is here, as well.

You had something you wanted to tell us.


I was there at the rave.

And this guy stood... stood next to me.

He was wearing a dark jacket

and a... and a hat.

And he was holding a paper bag.

He walked over to the side and he...

he dropped the paper bag on the floor.

And then stepped on it.

Then he kicked it behind the couch.

He... he started to walk away

and then the bag burst into flames.

Do you remember anything else about him?

Uh, he was a little bit taller than me.

So, 5'8, maybe.

And a white guy.

In his 20s.

He had a... a silver skull ring
on his right hand.

I... I noticed it
when he wiped his eyebrow.

That's really good.

Is there anything else, or...

Yeah, he... he had blue eyes.

Blue? Are you sure?


When he looked at me, it was like

he was looking right through me.

Thank you.

All right, we're looking for
a male, white, 20-25,

owns a brown ForeRange cargo jacket.

He wears a silver skull ring
on his right hand,

he's about 5'8, and he has blue eyes.

We'll run everyone in the city
with that description.

All DMV, city,
county, and state employees,

anyone with a public record.

Kick Kade Davis?

Charge him with the gun first.

So we're nowhere.

You got that vigil in an hour, Sarge.

All right, everybody get ready.

I've got someone.
Male, white, dark beanie,

moving to my right.

- That one, there.
- Right there.

Halstead, coming to you, brother.

Headed north.

I got eyes. He's going
westbound down the alley.

Yeah, you can stop right there.

[gun cocks]

Put him in the cage.

Dylan Oates, 22.
He's got an apartment on 8th.

Call Felony Review, get a warrant.

Chicago PD!

It's clear.


Jay. In here.

Metal wedges.


I work with a detective...

I mean, he's a...

he's a really good friend of mine.

You killed his daughter in that fire.

I mean, I knew her her whole life.
She was...

just one of those people,
made the world a better place.

I mean, she just...

she had a glow.

A chief at CFD,

he told me arsonists like to return

to the scene of the crime,
but I had a real strong hunch

you would anyway.

Because I know this crime was personal.

You wanted to hurt someone
'cause someone hurt you.

Tell me if I'm wrong.

[grunts] Tell me if I'm wrong!

So who was it? Hmm?

Who pissed you off, huh?

Who broke your little heart?

I have the right to remain silent.

I understand that right and
I do not wish to speak with you.

You're gonna tell me
why you lit that fire.

Believe me.

Or you're gonna feel pain

like you never imagined was possible.

- I have the right to remain...
- Which you have!

- Al, Al, Al! Al, come on, Al.
- Get off me!

- Come on, let me...
- Come on, Al!

- Get off me! Get off me!
- Al. Al! Come on, man!

- Get off me. Come on.
- Al, come on, man.

- Get off me!
- Hey, it's okay, we're good.

- Door's locked, we're good.
- Hank, take a walk, man.

- Give me the keys.
- Al.

- Give me the keys!
- Al, listen to me.

I'm gonna turn him over
to the state's attorney...

- No, we're not!
- Yes, we are!

- No, we're not.
- Look, it's killing me.

- But it's the only way, Al.
- Hey, when Justin was killed,

what did you do?


Would you have let anybody
stop you if they tried?

We got 39 families looking for
justice, not just one.

Oh, so you don't think
that they'd be happy to hear

that this animal was dredged
out of the river?

I don't know that!

I don't know that, and neither do you.

And that's why it's gotta
go down this way.

- Give me the keys.
- I can't do that, Al,

- I'm sorry.
- I'm warning you, man.

Well, then you're gonna have
to go through me to get him out.

- Go ahead.
- [door opens]


Heard you had a suspect.
Wanted to check in.

- There he is.
- He confessed.

- Okay. To who?
- Me.

[indistinct chatter, jeering]

What can you tell us about him?

His name is Dylan Oates.
He's 22 years old.

- We heard he confessed.
- No comment.

Why'd he do it, Mr. Stone?

Pyromaniacs don't need a reason.

The fact is, Mr. Oates has asserted

his Fifth Amendment rights,

so I haven't spoken to him as of yet.

But he's the guy?

Yes, he is.

- Does he have an attorney?
- Is he from Chicago?

Officer Stone, does he have a record?

[camera shutters clicking]

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

We don't usually get to see you

at a bond hearing, Mr. Stone.

But this isn't
your garden variety homicide.

Where's your attorney, son?

I don't have one.

Excuse me, judge, but this is just about

whether or not I get bail, right?

That is correct.

Then it doesn't really matter, does it?

- I waive counsel.
- Hang him!

- Burn him!
- You killed my boy!

[indistinct shouting]

[gavel pounds]

No bail it is.

Next case.

See you in hell!

[indistinct shouting]

You don't want to know how many cases

with confessions
I've seen crash and burn.

You may want to add this to the pile.

Voight says he confessed.

But you have your doubts.

Haven't heard from Dawson yet,

but Olinsky's kid died in the fire.

But a girl did ID the suspect.

- She saw him set the fire?
- Yes.

And she picked him out of a lineup?

She's having trouble with her vision.

But she described his ring and his coat.

He was wearing both
when he was arrested.

- Why?
- Because he's a monster.

Someone kills 39 kids

and injures God knows how many more,

you're damn right he's a monster.

The problem is juries can't accept it.

It's out of their comfort zone.

But you give them
a big, fat, juicy "why"

and they'll crawl into
their beds, close their eyes,

and drift off,
thinking they're actually safe.

I'll put Dawson and Nagel on it.

Oh, and, Peter...

Enormous tragedies make career cases.

You win this one,
it could make your career.

But you lose, it could destroy mine.


Hey, man. I'm so sorry.


I loved Lexi. We all did.

Domestic monitors.
Can you believe this crap?

Like I'm gonna hurt my own kid.

I'm sorry for your loss, Al.

Walk with me for a second.

You know, the thing is,
sometimes guys in your position

might get hit by a bout of ethics

and then there's some
pain-in-the-ass defense attorney

crying coercion.


Did he confess, Al?

That son of a bitch...

he killed Lexi.

[melancholy music]

♪ ♪


How bad am I, complaining
about my kid issues?

I honestly don't know

how he's gonna make it through the day.

All I know is I couldn't.

So was that the sound
of the vice squeezing?

You wanna ask me something, go ahead.

On a good day,
a confession from your old crew

smells a little hinky.

With Olinsky's kid a victim...

I don't know, okay?

I wasn't there
so I didn't hear anything.

Hey, I'm a team player, is all.

I'd just like to know which team
I'm on before the game starts.

[indistinct shouting]

Uh-uh, back up.

No comment.

Come on.

This is all a shock. I'm sorry.


I just can't get those
poor children out of my head.

What you must think of us...

Dylan couldn't have done this.

- Why do you say that?
- We're good people.

James, these people are investigators

from the State's Attorney's office.

You can't talk to us. We have rights.

Actually, you don't

until someone accuses you of something.

Yeah, we'll see about that.

Did Dylan go to the party with anyone?

I don't really know who his friends are.

I doubt he would even go to a rave.

When are these pricks
gonna leave us alone?

Unfortunately, they have rights.

Why did you say

that Dylan wouldn't
go to a rave, Mrs. Oates?

He kept to himself, mostly.

His head was always in his computer.

Eight hours a day wasn't enough for him.

He was a programmer?

Data processing. Whatever that is.

[knock at door]


What'd you find?

He's snooty. He's weird. He's shy.

He'd "never go dancing."

Nobody seems to know a lot about him.

But he spends a lot of time online.

Unfortunately, none of that
is an element of murder.


You don't have kids, do you?


I remember when I could hold
Diego in the palm of my hand.

I'd look at him and think,

"There's a surgeon,

a one guard for the Bulls."

I want to grab Olinsky

and tell him it's gonna be okay...

but it's not, never will be.


The confession...
I didn't actually hear it.

Who did?

Voight and Olinsky.


You know, truth be told,

I was waiting for you to come to me.

I just didn't expect
it would take you 24 hours.

Olinsky's daughter died in that fire.

I figured maybe he's entitled...

- To what? Revenge?
- Yeah.

One lie like this
can destroy my entire case.

Your case? It's his kid.


Albert Forest made a motion
to suppress the confession.

Albert Forest is representing Dylan?

Today's just brimming with good news.

Excuse me.

Fancy seeing you here.

I knew a guy... ate a hot dog a day,

lived to be 98.

I doubt it was the hot dog.

He swears it was. I trust him.

You should trust me.

We'll see.

Peter, let me do this.

I got a right to take the stand

and tell my story, whatever it is.

Having a right and doing what is right,

they're two completely different things.

For what it's worth, Hank,

I'm truly sorry for your loss.

It's your show, Mr. Forest.

That won't be necessary.

The People will not oppose
Mr. Forest's motion

to suppress the defendant's
confession to the police.

It's nice Mr. Stone recognizes
the weaknesses in his case.

Perhaps he'd consider...

The People intend to proceed
to trial, Your Honor.

So be it.

[gavel bangs]

Peter, I found something odd.

It was in with Forest's response
for discovery call us today.

and the documents his office sent over.

Looks like a list of Internet articles

about the Kimball Factory.

It was probably sent to us by mistake.

A big one. Look closer.
The one that's circled.

"Kimball Factory: A Kiddie Sex Den"?

The article was posted a few weeks ago

on "The Anders Report."

I printed it out.

The Anders website claims

the factory was a haven for pedophiles.

They threw the raves
to attract underage teens.

I spoke to a shrink,

and apparently,
one of the possible consequences

of child abuse is pyromania.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

You wanted a motive. Now we have one.

I don't know.

Dylan Oates was a victim
of sexual abuse.

He read the article,
it brought back memories,

and he lost it.


This could be considered
attorney work product.

What do you want me to do?
I can't un-see it.

This is a good thing, Mark.

At least we know
what Forest is thinking.

You'd be handing Forest
a sympathy defense

on a silver platter with that.

If he was going to assert
an affirmative defense,

he would have done it already

and I would get to cross-examine Dylan

about every second of that night,

about every innocent person
that died because of him.

The last thing Forest wants
is for the sympathy pendulum

to swing back to me.

No. No, no, no, no.

We've got 39
grieving families out there.

This case is too damned important

to risk playing lawyer games.

Now you've got real facts on your side.

Use them.

We found the remains
of the incendiary device

inside the warehouse.

What kind of incendiary device?

It was a light bulb filled with gasoline

and a mixture of quartz
and diatomaceous silica.

It's kitty litter.

- Sounds simple.
- It is.

You can learn
everything you need to know

just by going online.

What else did you find in the warehouse?

We found metal wedges

that had been jammed into
the doorways of the warehouse.

What did that tell you?

Somebody didn't want
the people inside to get out.

Tell me about Barry Kimball.

He was the owner
of the factory that burned.

Was Mr. Kimball's factory
in violation of the Fire Code?

There weren't fire doors.

And four years ago, he was ordered

to retrofit the wiring,

and he ignored the order.

Did you speak to him
about these violations?

He came to the Firehouse
the day after the fire.

I wasn't there,
but my crew spoke with him.

Right after Mr. Kimball
spoke with your crew,

he went into the men's room
and he shot himself,

isn't that right?


Is that because he felt guilty?

- Objection.
- Sustained.

Mr. Forest.

I-I saw a guy drop a paper bag
on the floor.

What did he do
after he dropped the paper bag?

He stepped on it hard,

and then he kicked it under the couch.

And then he just left.
I thought it was weird.

What's the next thing you remember?

I looked to go see what it was.

And then there was this...
this flash of light.

And then I went down.

Can you describe him?

He was 5'8". Blonde, blue eyes.

Could you describe what he was wearing?

He was wearing a...

a brown cargo jacket
with a ForeRange logo on it.

- Was there anything else?
- Yeah, he was...

He was wearing a ring.

Can you describe the ring?

It was silver.

It was like a skull made of silver.

Thank you.

Tamra, were you drinking that night?

I had... I had two beers.

Did you consume any drugs?

[somber music]

♪ ♪

You have to answer the question, Tamra.

- Yes.
- What kind of drugs?

I had a half tab of Molly.

But I saw what I saw.

Was there music playing?

- Yes.
- Any kind of light show?

They had... they had strobe lights.

And how long did you see this person,

the one who stepped on the paper bag?

Maybe three seconds.

So in a crowded room,
after you'd been drinking

and popping pills with music pumping

and lights pulsating,
you were really able

to see and identify a ring
on the finger of a stranger?

I saw it.

And his face.

I'll never forget it.

But, unfortunately, you're not
able to identify my client

as the man you saw that night, are you?

No, I can't.

I can't see anything because of him.

♪ ♪

We found metal wedges
in the defendant's apartment.

Were they manufactured
by Elliston Industries?

Yes. Stainless steel.
1 5/8 inch slot width.

Like this?


Can you describe the wedges
shoved under the door

at the factory
where the rave took place?

Stainless steel. 1 5/8 inch slot width.

Manufactured by Elliston Industries.

- Like this?
- Yes, sir.

People use these wedges
to hold doors open,

isn't that right?

Or closed, as the case may be.

Say you wanted to keep
your terrace door open

so you could enjoy the summer
breeze while you ate dinner.

You'd use one?

Well, I don't have a terrace,
so I wouldn't know.

One of the victims in this case

is the daughter
of one of your colleagues,

- isn't that right?
- Alvin Olinsky.

His daughter Lexi was
killed by the fire.

And getting someone, anyone, convicted

for what happened
to Detective Olinsky's daughter

would bring him some sort
of closure, wouldn't it?

- Objection.
- Withdrawn.

I show you what is marked
Defense Exhibit 12.

Do you recognize that?

It's my arrest report.

Would you read the highlighted part?

"After advising suspect
of his Miranda rights,

"he stated of his own free will,

'It was me, okay.
I started the damn fire.'"

It's curious, don't you think,
that the People haven't

entered that statement into evidence?

- Objection!
- I'm curious too, Mr. Stone.


Why haven't the People entered
Mr. Oates' statement

- into evidence, Detective?
- You'd have to ask the People.

Could it be that they didn't trust you?

And if the Assistant State's
Attorney doesn't trust you

with something as simple
as a confession,

why should we trust
anything you say now?


♪ ♪

In person, Forest is
a lot better than his book.

We read it in law school.

- The Third Edition?
- Thank you.

No, the Fifth.

Could you do it?

Defend someone like Dylan Oates.

I won't ever have to make that decision.

So you are a lifer?

I was thrilled when I was
drafted by the Cubs, Anna.

Back when they were
the "lovable losers."

An underdog always needs
someone on his side.

Representing the State doesn't
exactly make you the underdog.

When I'm in that courtroom,

I'm not thinking
about the State of Illinois.

I'm thinking about the victims.

And right now,
I'm letting 39 of them down.

Forest is well on his way to
establishing reasonable doubt.

I don't have a choice.

I can't win this
without offering a motive.

If you put Anders on the stand
to testify

about the raves being used
for underage sex,

Forest will go ballistic.

Let him.

Ah, Mr. Anders, thank you
for coming in on a Saturday.

This won't take long.

I'm sure you don't need much prep.

I don't think I'll need any.

Mainly 'cause I'm not gonna testify.

You have a subpoena in your hand.

And the First Amendment
and the shield law at my back.

I am a journalist, after all.

I don't know what it is you do exactly,

but I wouldn't call it journalism.

Be that as it may,
I'm not getting on the stand.

We could have you arrested for contempt.

Speaking of which,
I was just thinking recently

of a weekend you spent at the
Huntington Hotel in Grand Beach.

When was that, four years ago?

Why are you doing this?

What are you so scared of?

Do you have any idea
what it would cost me

to defend the lawsuits
brought by the 39 families

who lost their kids?

They'd have to prove
your story wasn't true.

Then I'd be forced to name my sources.

Give my best to Joan.


Damn it, Peter. We had a deal.

No calls, no texts.
And definitely no lunches.

Like I said, this is important.

How bad is it?

You heard of Todd Anders?

- The sleazy website guy?
- Yeah.

He threatened to publish
something about our weekend

at Grand Beach
if I put him on the stand.

Well, then don't put him on the stand.

This is on the rave trial, Joan.

His testimony will help me
establish motive.

I said no.

- Thirty-nine kids died.
- And I'm married.

You were separated at the time.

I doubt that Sam or the girls
will split those hairs.

You're not asking my permission,
are you?

I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

You only care about your damn case.

Joan, please.

You're gonna ruin my life, Peter.

Pardon me if I don't want to
break bread with you.

♪ ♪

Mr. Anders.

I direct your attention
to what is being offered

as People's Exhibit 53.

Do you recognize this document,
Mr. Anders?

It is an article that was
published on my website.

Please read the headline.

"Kimball Factory: A Kiddie Sex Den."

And the essence of the story is what?

That people threw parties
at the abandoned factory

to lure underage teens
to engage in sexual acts.

They'd get them drunk and high?

That's right.

If someone read this,

might they do
something drastic about it?

- I'm not gonna answer that.
- Nor should you have to.

I have nothing more, Your Honor.

- Mr. Forest?
- No questions.

No questions, Your Honor.

Mr. Stone?

The People rest.

Fine, gentlemen.

The defense can present in the morning.

Are you okay?

[sighs] I've been better.

Forest didn't object to the document

or my question to Anders.

He didn't cross Anders
about his sources.


Maybe Anders has something on him.

It's a little late for Forest's book.

Read the title of chapter three.

"Trials: It's All A Con."

And I think I'm his mark.

I never thought Dylan could do
something like this.

But you do now?

No. Of course not.

He was always such a sweet boy.

That's what I called him, my Sweet Boy.

[voice breaking] I know it's silly.

Was there a time
when he stopped being sweet?

Dylan was five.

My brother Frank was taking him fishing.

He was so excited,
you know, like little boys get.

When he got home... he was different.

- You're lying.
- Watch it, young man.

I know what he did to you.

From the time he was five
until Frank died.

She's lying! She knows nothing about me!

Mr. Oates, one more outburst
and I will have you removed.

Did Dylan say anything about it to you?


Then how can you be so sure
it happened, Mrs. Oates?

I'm his mother.

Are you aware that you just confessed

to endangering the welfare of a child?

That fire, all those kids...

If Dylan did it, it is my fault.

Not his.

Let's break for lunch, shall we?

[melancholy music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

I assume this isn't a coincidence.

It's all a con.


Well, at least somebody
pays attention to what I write.

"In the courtroom,
reality is irrelevant.

The appearance of reality
is all that matters."

I do have a way with words.

That wasn't a mistake,

you sending me that list of articles.

Why would I do that intentionally?

So I would introduce
your defense for you.

And you'd never have to put
your client on the stand

to be cross-examined.

Wow. That would be very clever.

And dishonest.

Or the appearance thereof.

Was Dylan really abused?

His mother certainly thinks so.

No. I read the transcript
of her testimony.

She never actually said it.

So you never actually suborned perjury.

Jeez, I'm getting smarter by the minute.

Is the Anders story true?

I have no idea.
For me it was merely fortuitous.

This isn't a game.
Thirty-nine kids are dead.

And my concern is the one
who's still living.

You got a little of your dad
in you, you know that?

You think a criminal trial is all about

some sort of ineffable morality.

There's something out there
that's permanent and infinite.

I've got news for you, son:
ain't no such thing.

What happens in that courtroom
is a zero sum game.

There's winners and losers, period.

So why concern yourself
with using a fake news story

as long as it puts a W in your column?

Or at least an M for mistrial.

Odds are, out of the 12 ordinary
citizens in the jury box,

child sexual abuse will hit home
for one of them.

And that, my friend, spells hung jury.

I'll retry him.

And I'll find another reality.

Maybe even one that's
more acceptable to my client.

The People have no questions
for Mrs. Oates.

You may go. Thank you.

In that case,
the defense rests, Your Honor.

I think counsel is jumping the gun.

The People certainly have
the right to examine Mr. Oates.


This is still America.

We still have a constitution
and a Fifth Amendment...

Your Honor, let me remind you
how the defendant reacted

when his mother was on the stand.

Your Honor, may we approach?

Yes. Come.

Your Honor, my client was upset.

He spoke. The jury heard him.
That's testimony.

He waived his rights
against self-incrimination.

- Your Honor...
- Clever, Mr. Stone.

Very clever.

I'll probably be reversed on appeal,

but I'm gonna let you cross-examine him,

but only as to the matters
that he testified to on direct.

I assume you're gonna need time

to prepare your client, Mr. Forest.

I'll give you 24 hours.

All you can cross Dylan on
is whether his mom was lying

or whether she actually
knew anything about his life.

So, we need to find out
something she didn't know.

Somebody at the rave
must have known him.

CPD spoke to everybody who came forward.

Have Dawson and Nagel
find someone who didn't.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Did you tell Stone about the confession?

I didn't have to.

You know, I should have
whacked that little bastard

when I had the chance.

Hey, Dawson.

Look what I found on this teddy.

"Dear Arnie, I'm so sorry.
It's all my fault.

Love always, Chloe."

There's no Chloe on the survivors list.

Who's Arnie?

There was an Arnold Phillips.

He died in the fire.


Hey, Chloe.

- Who are you?
- I'm Laura.

I'm investigating the fire.

Your mom said I could come up.
She's talking to my partner.

It's important, Chloe.

This could help us convict
the guy responsible.

I wasn't there. I don't know anything.

I have a daughter. She's eight.

And I know in a few years,
she's gonna start

keeping secrets from me.

Can you leave me alone?


I know you were there.

And I know how difficult
it must be to lose a brother.

Arnie didn't want to go.

I was a jerk. I kept begging him.

And then when I saw the guy
they arrested on the news,

I didn't know what to do.

You recognized him?


When I went outside to have a cigarette,

he was out there, pacing back and forth.

And then when I went in,

he was arguing with some girl.

I want you to tell me
if you recognize her.


Yeah. That's her.


Thank you.

I don't know a Dylan Oates.

He seems to know you.

Our tech people found that Dylan
had a Facebook account

under the fake name Kurt Holden.

I have over a thousand "friends."

I don't know all of them.

Dylan only friended
one person, Tamra... you.

We know you saw him do more
than just step on the paper bag.

Oh, God...


He came up to me at the rave.

He said he knew me,

that we'd met on the L,
like, three months ago.

But I had no idea.

He said that he asked me to have
a cup of coffee back then.

- Did you go out with him?
- No.

I had to study.

That's what he said I told him.

But I swear,
I don't remember this at all.

What else did he tell you, Tamra?

He said that I went to a party
instead of going out with him.

But how could he possibly know that?

You posted it on Facebook.

[voice breaking] Oh, God...

[sobbing] All those people are
dead because of me, aren't they?

I'm sorry, Tamra,
but you'll have to testify...

Only if we need you.

We'll show ourselves out.

Why did you call your mother a liar?

- Part of what we do*
- That story about my uncle,

it's a total lie.

He never did anything weird to me.

So why would your mom say it under oath?

'Cause she's stupid.


Did you think boys were being molested

- at the Kimball Warehouse?
- Objection.

- Beyond the scope.
- Sustained.

Did you ever read an article
about it in "The Anders Report"?

- Same objection.
- Sustained.

Mr. Stone, you're limited to questions

relating to the defendant's
prior outburst.

Tell me, Dylan, why did you say that

your mom doesn't know anything
about your life?

Because she doesn't.

Did she know you were on Facebook?

[laughs] I'm not. I mean, it's lame.

So why did you start an account

under the fake name "Kurt Holden"?

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Did your mom know you were obsessed

with a girl on social media?

Even if I were, I wouldn't tell her.

Do you know who this girl is?


How about this one?


Who is that, Dylan?

She's the blind one
who said she knows me.

Her name is Tamra Collins.

And her face was all over the
newsfeed on your phony account.

These were photos that you liked.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

Looks like she's having a great time.

♪ ♪


Did this make you a little jealous?

- Objection.
- Withdrawn.

Did your mom know that you asked
Tamra out three months ago?

No. Because I didn't.

Did she know that
Tamra made up some lame excuse

to dump you while she went to a rave?

No. Because that never happened.

Did you ever tell your mom
how humiliated you felt?

Why would I care if some bimbo preferred

to be with garbage instead of me?

So you'd just as soon sit at home

alone on your computer?

As a matter of fact, I would.

To hell with Tamra
and her friends, right?

That's right.
They're all irrelevant to me.

So it's no big deal
that they're all dead?

- Objection.
- Withdrawn.

I have nothing further, Your Honor.

Why did he do it?

I don't know either.

Mr. Stone told you a hell of story

about light bulbs and kitty litter,

door wedges, brown cargo jackets,

but, unless I missed it,
he never quite told you

why Dylan Oates started a fire

at a party filled with people
he didn't know.

But the truth is,

is that a lot of people have light bulbs

and kitty litter, door wedges,
brown cargo jackets.

But only one had the motive

to cause such unutterable devastation.

Was it Dylan Oates?

Or did Mr. Stone merely
pull a patsy out of a hat?

A patsy who happened to have
a brown cargo jacket?

A patsy whose childhood was tormented

by such unspeakable indignities

he would risk going to prison

rather than admit what really happened.

Now if it was Dylan Oates
who started that fire,

surely Mr. Stone would have answered

that one simple, crucial question.


Thirty-nine children dead.

Mr. Forest is correct.

I didn't tell you
why Dylan Oates set that fire

and killed these 39 innocents.

I didn't have to
because Dylan told you himself.

He said it here.

And here.

And here.

He said it the way people say
most things today...

digitally, by text or Twitter
or Tumblr or Facebook.

He told you he was obsessed
with Tamra Collins,

a woman he met only briefly

but still wanted nothing to do with him.

He stalked her,

not by following her home or to work,

but on social media. Why?

Because that's the world
Dylan Oates inhabits.

The rectangular bordered
landscape of his desktop,

laptop, iPad, smartphone.

A world where someone,
with a couple of keystrokes,

can express anger, love, hate

to anyone anywhere
without risk of reprisal.

It's a world where deceit flourishes

and voyeurism thrives.

Where real human contact and discourse

is replaced by bits and bytes
and logarithms.

Where Tamra Collins is always smiling,

always at a party,
and always having a great time.

Mr. Oates, that's enough.

♪ ♪

Continue, counselor.

See, in Dylan's head, Tamra had...

a perfect life.

And Dylan wasn't invited.

How dare she exclude you
from her perfect world?

How dare she embarrass you
by announcing to the world

on Facebook that you weren't part of it?

See, Dylan couldn't let her
get away with that,

so he set fire to the world
that didn't want him.

And then he watched it burn.

Now I wonder, are those tears
for the 39 dead?

Or are they for your own
sad and lonely life?

- [shouts]
- Officers!

- Dylan! Dylan!
- Restrain him.

- Dylan!
- [gavel pounds]

Order in this court.

- Mr. Oates.
- [gavel pounds]

Mr. Oates, that's enough.

Officers, remove him
from this courtroom.

[crowd murmuring]

In the matter of
the People versus Dylan Oates,

on the First Count, Aggravated Arson,

the jury finds the defendant guilty.

On the Second Count,

First Degree Murder
of Isabel Acuna, guilty.

On the Third Count,

First Degree Murder
of Dana Altamore, guilty.

On the Fourth Count,

First Degree Murder
of Lexi Olinksy, guilty.

On the fifth count,

First Degree murder
of Alexis Atkinson, guilty.

On the sixth count, First Degree
murder of Sam Avilo, guilty.

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