Chicago P.D. (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Now Is Always Temporary - full transcript

More is learned about Halstead's dislike of the Rodiger family and it's family relationships all around as Olinsky shows a paternal side with his daughter Lexi in an attempt to protect her and as Voight's trying to help his son who has recently been released from jail. Meanwhile the Intelligence Unit investigates a counterfeiting operation after discovering some high end cloth-like paper. Sergeant Platt sends Atwater and Burgess to arrest a hoarder where they discover more than just clutter.

Seven years ago today, Lonnie.


Seven years!

He would have been 15!

But you murdered that boy.

I'm getting a restraining order!

I'm gonna give you a reason

to need one one day...
you and your sick-ass son!

Oh, for God's sake.
You're following us now?

You having fun, Lonnie? Huh?

Life's good, isn't it?

You're not supposed to be

- within 100 feet of my family.
- Don't touch me.

No, no, no. You need to get...

Ugh! Ohh...

You all know what he did.

You make me sick.

And so this brother comes across the yard.

He's all skeezed out
on crystal or something.

And he says, he says, "chicken pot pie."

Like I'm supposed to
know what that is, right?

So my boy looks at him,

points back at the block and he says,

"that way."

Did not matter what this cat was on.

He just doubles back to where
he came from lickety-split,

you know what I'm saying?

Hey, J, listen, I got some news.


I had to pull some strings,
but I got you in at the CTA.

That's where...

that's where city workers
send their loser relatives.

It's a job.

And it'll help you get back on your feet.

You know you sound more and
more like him every day, right?

You start Monday.


Okay, pop, sure.

[Phone buzzes]

Excuse me, I gotta take this.


Strange how things worked out, huh?

How's that?

When we took you in, you were the problem.

And now you're the golden girl,

and I'm the prodigal son.

Well, here we are, Justin.

And now you have a second chance,

so don't piss on it.

We gotta roll.

I'm sorry, kid.

House belongs to a Dean Masters.

His file was red-flagged
to notify intelligence,

but he must have been before my time.

Oh, yeah, him.

That robbery at the
art institute last year.

We liked him as the fence.

The neighbors heard a woman scream.

We knocked, he yelled out that he had a gun

and to leave him alone.

Masters, this is Sergeant
Voight with the Chicago Police.

Open up, make this easy on all of us.

- Woman: He's gonna kill me!
- Take it.

[Woman screaming]

- Drop it!
- I told 'em I would kill her!

Drop it, Masters!

- We're here to help.
- Let her go.

All we're trying to do is have a good time.

Isn't that right, huh?

Drop your weapon! Hands in the air!

Do it now!

Easy, easy. Everybody take a breath.

She set me up. She's
trying to get me killed.

Fine, you're right. We can handle that.

I got info.

I got info on a deal that's going down,

and that's why she's setting me up.

I don't know what he...
what he's talking about.

I swear to God.

All right, we will help you.

We will help you, but you've
gotta let her go first.

You don't need her.

Come on, give her to me. Come on.

Give her to me.

I'm dead anyway.

- No!
- [Gunshot]


It's okay, it's okay.

He kept on saying,

"they're coming back for me.

They're tying up loose ends."

We need to get her checked out.


I want a uniform with her at all times.

And as soon as she's medically cleared,

I want her back at the barn.

You got it.

My sister and her
partner went through this.

Guy blew his brains out in front of them

on a routine call.

Gabby was fine, but it
hit Shay pretty hard.

Don't be afraid to talk
to somebody, anybody.

Me... if it sneaks up on you.

- Thanks.
- Yeah, appreciate it.

Aunt Peg's here,

and mom and her are trying to play cards.

All right, ten more minutes.

Well, according to the
agreement you signed with her,

noise cutoff time is 4:00.

Let me see that.

I don't remember signing anything.

You know, your mother and
I got it all worked out.

There's no need for
you to place peacemaker.

If you want to get away from her so bad,

why don't you just get an apartment?

I don't live in the garage
to be away from your mother.

I live here to be close to you.

Dad, that's sweet.

Yeah. Sweet.

Father/daughter dance tomorrow.

Got my suit picked out.

You wanna go?

[Laughs] Of course!

Yeah, I'm gonna put you on hold.

Burgess, Atwater. Hmm?

A lady over on West Vernon Park

has been letting stuff
pile up in her backyard,

and the buttinski neighbors
called the Sheriff, apparently,

gave her 30 days to clean it up.

And I guess the old lady
hasn't done anything,

so head over there,

and if she hasn't made any
progress, lock her ass up.

Lock her up for being a slob?

You know, when you're
queen for a day, Burgess,

you can keep all the happy laws

and get rid of all the mean ones,

but until then move your buns, okay?

We'll bring something back for you, Sarge.

Maybe she's got an old box of personality

- laying around there for you.
- Ho ho ho oh.


Olinsky, your daughter's
school's on line four.

Dean Masters was a
hotshot artist in his 20s.

Work dried up, picked up a drug habit.

He's suspected of not only being a fence

but also forging paintings.

What was that thing
intelligence had him on?

Stolen Klimt. Never resurfaced.

What the hell is a Klimt?

- An artist.
- Named Klimt?

- Yeah.
- That's a funny name, right?

Or am I alone on this? Klimt.

Say it out loud.

It's kinda funny, yeah.

So this whole "they're gonna kill me" thing

that Masters was going on about

was either about the stolen
painting or something else.

Or he was just tripping
and talking nonsense.

I mean, did you see his pupils?
He was gakked out of his mind.

We got a known suspect,

took his own life rather than
face something heavy-duty.

We pursue the case.

She'll take care of you.

Lindsay, will you take this?

How you feeling?

Like hell.


- Hey.
- Let's get a cup of coffee.

I gotta run to Lexi's school in a bit.

- Everything all right?
- Yeah, it's fine.

Okay, cool.

I guess I should thank you for last night.

Well, he chose his head instead of yours.

We all got lucky.


I'm sorry.

It's okay.

How well did you know Dean Masters?

I just met him last night.

It was only the third time
I've ever... done that.

I'm a licensed esthetician.

I worked at a salon up
till about a week ago.

I wasn't making rent.

Maybe this is a sign that
that life's not for you, huh?


Do you know why Dean thought

you were trying to set him up?

I don't know.

I swear to God, I got there,

and... and he was pissed

because I wasn't the
girl he asked for and...

Who was he expecting?




- Hello.
- I'm Officer Burgess.

This is Officer Atwater.


Ms. Evans, you've exceeded the 30 days...

I'm trying. I'm sorry.

I'm trying, but I just can't seem to...

get started.

We're gonna have to place
you under arrest, ma'am.

If you could turn around for me.

Oh, my God.

I just... I need to talk to my partner.

Real quick, ma'am.

Uh-uh, mm-mm. I'm not
locking this lady up.

You wanna talk about some bad karma?

Well, I'd rather piss her
off than Platt, feel me?


Ma'am, would you do me a favor?

Would you grab that coffee can behind you?

That one. There you go.

Now take that banana peel...

or whatever it is.

Yep, yep, yep.

Okay, now drop it in the coffee can.

Good enough for us.

Have a good day, ma'am,

and please do get your house cleaned up,

or indeed you will be
arrested by other officers.

Just like that.

Guy who runs this place is Adam Mazur.

I know him from vice. Right.

Called him the Whac-a-mole pimp.

We'd beat him down, and
he'd pop up somewhere else

a week later with a new stable.

- Let's go.
- All right.

Membership, guys?

Yeah. Right here.

If you press an alarm,
I will break your hand.

Get up against the wall. Now. Turn around.

Chicago PD. Everybody stay calm.

Put your hands where I can see 'em, please.

Put your hands where I can see 'em.

How you doing, Mazur?

[Grunts, yells]

Got a girl named Nadia?

Never heard of her.

[Crack] Aah!

- She's in room eight.
- Thank you, thank you.

Knock, knock.

I was getting a legitimate massage.

I'll bet you were. Get out there, come on!

Go! [Gasps]

Are you Nadia?

Please don't shoot me.

I'm not gonna shoot you.
Everything's gonna be fine.

- All right?
- Okay.

- Just come with me.
- Okay.

You'll be all right.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

- Oof!
- Oh!


- Here.
- Thanks.

It's time I take my victory
lap. I think they're swollen.

Seriously, dude.

- I'll take your word for it.
- [Breathing heavily]

Uniforms picked up Nadia

trying to score over on Roosevelt.

They're bringing her in.

- You all right?
- No.

Just checking.

Yeah, I'm glad we're
all having fun with this.

Antonio, Wendy and I wanna have kids.

If I'm sterile...

I'm gonna have that chick's neck.

Uh-uh. This is all on you, Ruzek.

You can't let your guard
down like that, ever.

Good talk.

We found these in Lexi's locker.

I know what you do for a living,

so I'm going to let you handle it.

But... we have a zero tolerance policy.

It's an automatic suspension. One week.

What am I going to say to your mother?

I'll hide in the garage. Works for you.

When did you start smoking pot?

- They weren't mine, dad.
- Then whose were they?

No one's. I found them.

Oh? Is it that senior with the stupid name

that you've been seeing?


All right, see you at home.

Dad, they're just joints.
Please don't go crazy.

It's okay.

So what can you tell me about Dean Masters?

Didn't really know him. I
went on one date with the guy.

You sure about that? I
heard you were his favorite.

Yeah, I get that a lot.

I bet. [Laughs]

All right, so where'd you grow up?

What neighborhood?

Lake Forest. I was homecoming queen,

and Michael Jordan was our neighbor.

Really? You know,

I grew up there too. I
was the valedictorian.


Seriously, how old are you?

You know I can find out in two minutes.

18 in a month.

But I used a fake I.D.,
so don't hassle 'em.

I need the work.

So Dean mention having
any problems with anybody?

Nope. [Clears throat]

What were you trying to score, heroin?

Look... I can get you a fix.

You have my word on that.

But I need some information first.

Why would Dean eat a
bullet? He had enemies?

No. The opposite.

Dean was the sharing type.

Give me a name.


Guy named Santa?

No, no.

That's how I remembered it.


Noel. Noel Harris.

Yeah, he brought the skag.

He owns some sort of card
shop or some deal over on polk.

I don't know. He was rambling.

Okay. Let's go.

Hey, what're you doing?

Just for a little while.

You better come back here, bitch!

I mean it!

Multiple pain-in-the-ass
neighbors have complained

that you two dolts didn't do a damn thing.

Ms. Evans was making a
good-faith effort to...

What are you, on the stand now, Burgess?

A good-faith effort?

Does she keep your balls
in the glove box, Atwater?

Not that I know of.

Then why is she calling
the shots all the time?

You go back there,

and if that nutcase hasn't made
a serious dent in the clean-up,

you slap some bracelets on
her and you bring her in...

Or I will park you both
on crossing guard duty,

which is maybe where you belong,

'cause I got no patience for soft cops.

Now get outta here.

- Sorry.
- I'll deal with this lady now.

Of course. I understand.

I'll take care of it.

That was Commander Perry.

You gotta end this.

- End what?
- The Rodiger family.

First a restraining order.

Now they've filed a formal
complaint against you with the city.

- You don't know the whole story.
- I do, actually.

This unit does not need your
name and face in the papers

as some "vendetta cop."

Just let homicide do their job.

They're not, though.

And what, the family's
just gonna have to eat it

every time they walk by
Lonnie Rodiger's house?

The world isn't fair.
You just learning this?

You got potential to be
great police, Halstead.

So drop it.


Mr. Harris? Chicago Police.

[Dings bell]


Noel Harris!

Look at this.

This guy selling cards or Daisy Dukes?

We're too late.

Found a bunch of this in the trash.

What's that?

You know how you can run money

through the washer and it doesn't rip up?

That's 'cause it's not made out of paper.

It's made out of fabric.
Same stuff in blue jeans.

See? Perfect texture. This guy was good.

I want you to get everybody
over to Masters' house.

I want that place searched inside out.

Yeah, you got it.

Bedrooms are clear.

We're missing 20 square feet.

Right there.

You got it?


See, I mean, that is
some serious talent, man.

- This guy's a failed artist?
- Yep.

It's funny the things people end up doing

when they can't do what
they really want, huh?

This is Agent Joe Hill.

Secret Service, Chicago field office.

We go back a ways.

Where's your earpiece and your sunglasses?

That's only when Obama's in town.

Does this mean we're handing over the case?

No. Technically I can't get involved

unless there's actual
counterfeit currency found,

but Hank just thought I could help.


I thought counterfeiters

were using high-end printers nowadays.

There's digital tech that'll
print a pretty good 5 or 10,

then you pass it off at
Walgreens buying dollar items.

That's what we call "baby laundering."

Using plates... this is old-school.

Takes some real work.

There's three steps.

The plates, the paper, and the printer.

Guess who we're looking for now.

The hooker that kicked Ruzek in the nuts.

How'd she characterize her
interaction with Dean Masters?

Went to his place once.

45 text messages between him and her

over the last two weeks.

- You said you'd hook me up.
- And I will.

[Crying] You gotta help me. You gotta.

Okay, come on.

Come on.

Nadia. Hey. Focus.

Why'd you lie to me?

I gave you Noel! Isn't that enough?

I'll tell you when it's enough.

Do you want to get well? Huh?

I can get you the fix that you need,

but I need you to tell me what's going on.

They said they'd kill me.


I was at Dean's a few nights ago.

It was the last time I saw him.

He went out to score for us.

I went out front to have a smoke

'cause he didn't like it in the house.

A group of guys with guns walked up.

One of 'em took out his cell
phone and took a picture of me,

said if I said anything
he'd find me and kill me.

Okay. What did he look like?

Young. Black.

Jeans, hoodies.

I was so scared I just... left.

But I saw them get into
this delivery van...

with a Jesus fish painted on it.



Is this you tripping?

No. I swear to God.

There was a big Jesus fish

painted on the back of the truck.


Come on.

You cold? You did good.

Here. Now can we go score?

- Soon.
- I swear to God,

if you're lying to me,

- I'm gonna...
- You're gonna what?


Do you have any idea how many charges

I could drop on you right now?

I told you I would take
care of you and I will.

So I need you to take
it down a notch and wait.

Come on.

Okay, pods found a match

to the delivery van with
the Jesus fish on the back.

You know, the symbol's
actually called an ichthys...

- Jin?
- Fine.

You wanna keep calling it a "Jesus fish,"

knock yourself out.

Also found something else.

- Tabernacle?
- Yeah.

This van's registered to
the Tabernacle of Divinity.

It's a storefront church on 63rd and Cal.

They use it to deliver
meals to the elderly.

That's Pastor Mike's place. An ex-GD.

Supposedly underwent a jailhouse
conversion a few years back.

- Guess it didn't take.
- All right.

I'll show Nadia a lineup of
this guy and his associates.

If she picks anybody
out, I'll get a warrant.

- Thanks, gents.
- No problem.

- Brayden.
- Yeah.


Alvin Olinsky. Lexi's dad.

Yeah. Hey... Sir.

We never actually met...

because every time you come
over to pick up my daughter

you've only stayed out in the car.

Yeah, that's my bad.

What the hell are you looking at?

Hey, don't mind her.

Do you know anything about the joints

that were found in Lexi's locker?

No, sir.

Let me have your phone.

So, uh... no texts from her today?

Or did you just erase them all?

Uh, we haven't...

talked, you know, or texted, so...

Come here. Come on.

Yo, am I under arrest?

Well, should you be?

- No, I was just asking.
- Sit.

[Blowtorch hissing]

Police! Everybody get on the ground!

- Get on the ground!
- [Overlapping shouting]

Put your hands behind your head!

On the wall!

Down on your knees! Gun!

Gun! [Overlapping shouting]

What? Shut up! Get down!

Don't look at me, man. Keep your hands up!

Put 'em up higher! Turn around!

Put your hands back! Think I'm kidding you?

Gimme this one. Palm to the sky.

God's soldier, huh, Mike?

He bless you with all this cash?

Man, those are just donations
for our meals on wheels.

Hey, keep y'all mouths
shut! Don't say nothing!

No plates. No paper.

No sign of any printing operation.

We really think Pastor Mike has
the skills for counterfeiting?

I got a text from Lexi
asking where you are.

Text her back. "I'm busy, what's up?"

[Phone buzzes]

Read it.

"I think my dad knows
I was holding for you."

Look, I'm sorry, okay?

My applications went out for college,

and I couldn't have those
joints on my record, you know?

Stand up.

I don't ever want to see you again.


You won't, sir.

Yeah. Starting now.


- Ma'am?
- I've been cleaning.

In my bedroom, in the back.

We'll need to see it.

I promise you.

Ma'am, we need to see progress,

or we're going to have
to place you under arrest.


Look, see? It's all here.

I've been working on it.

Now please... leave.

[Faint sound]

- Did you hear that?
- No. What?

It's back there.

Do not go down there! You're not allowed!

No. Get out! What's in there?

Nothing. You need to leave.

You have no right to be in here.

Yeah, we do. Open it.


No, get away from there! Ma'am!

- [Screaming] No!
- Ma'am!

Get away! No! No!

[Woman continues screaming in background]


Chicago PD!

[Whimpering continues]

Oh, my God.



Hey, it's okay.

Mama said no strangers.

Okay, but it's all right now. You're safe.

Come here.

It's okay. Yeah.

It's okay, it's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

We owe you an apology, Pastor Mike.

That's a start.

I mean, here we were
thinking you're the brains

behind a counterfeit ring.

But really you're a small-time charlie

who's too dumb to know you've been played.

Naw. "The sufferings of this present time

are not worth comparing
to the glories of God."

That's romans.




That's some kind of trick.

Your crew took out Noel Harris.

Dean Masters knew he was on your list.

He freaks out, kills himself first.

And the problem is... you
got paid in funny money.

Why don't you tell us who hired you

for the hit on Harris.

I'll talk to the state's attorney,

see about you getting
20 years instead of life.

All right.

Pastor Mike was contracted by this man...

Glen Ward.

Now, Ward has done
federal time in Leavenworth

for counterfeiting.

But how Ward and his printing crew

hooked up with Dean Masters and Noel Harris

is anybody's guess, and why the two of them

are both dead now, who knows?

Pastor Mike didn't say
why Ward wanted them dead?

- He didn't ask.
- It could be any reason.

Somebody wanted a bigger cut,

threatened to snitch,
banged somebody's girlfriend.

Any one of those scenarios.

One of Ward's aliases is Denis Diderot.

A counterfeiter and a
fan of French literature.

Can't wait to meet him.

Hey, Sarge.

Jin just did a name check against new
leases on commercial property rentals.

He got a hit.

Foreclosed chemical building on Cicero.

All right, unless anyone's
opposed to overtime,

let's go find our printer.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

This is the part where
I'm supposed to tell you

Secret Service is taking over the case.

No, no, no. We had a deal.

I get the bad guys. You
get the counterfeit money.

That's why I'm waiting
until morning to do it.


Why did you do that?


He's a dirtbag.

Now all my friends know
that you threatened him

over a couple of joints?

That's not what this is about, Lexi,

about a couple of
joints. It doesn't matter.

This guy was perfectly happy
to let you take the ride.

He's not a man. He never will be.

And he doesn't deserve you.


Look who I found loitering
at the top of the stairs.

Is everything all right?

Yeah. Yeah, it's all good, pop.

What's up?

So this is where you hand down
commands to your crew, huh?

This is it. 'Bout to roll out, actually.

Cool. Hey, uh, actually wanna talk to you

about something real quick, pop.

- Uh-huh.
- So I got a chance...

I got a chance to get
in on the ground floor

of a business that my
buddy's putting together.

- Mm-hmm.
- I mean, there is no ceiling

on how profitable this could get.

- What is it?
- Recycling and refurbishing cell phones.

My buddy's got a whole
new business model, though.

He's coming at it from a whole new angle.

I feel like this could
really set me up, pop.

- I feel it could be a good thing.
- How much?

10 grand. But I can get
it back to you in a month.

- Two months, max.
- What makes you think

I got 10 grand laying around?

I know you got side income.

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm not a kid anymore, dad.
I know you do things your way.

I even heard things when I was inside

about you charging street taxes?

You heard wrong.

All right. Then what
about mom's life insurance?

I know you still got
some of that in the bank.

Aren't I entitled to a piece of that?

Justin, most of that was
used for your legal fees.

Look, I'll tell you what.

You put six months
under your vest at CTA...

I need the money now,
not six months from now.

In six months, the deal is dead.

Andy Morrissey at CTA.

He's expecting your call.

Copy that.

He was listed as a missing person
in South Dakota four years ago.

They moved here right after that.

Dad's out of the picture.
Fell through the cracks.

You okay?


It's quiet out front.

Looks like Ward's ready to roll.

We got eyes in there yet?

No. Almost there. Stand by.

All right, we're up. Counterfeit central.

- All right, give 'er a spin.
- All right.

There's two.

Three, and... four.

- Any artillery?
- I can't tell.

We're going in.

- Chicago PD!
- Watch out... the police!


- I got Ward!
- I got this one!

Don't move! Don't move! Drop it!

Stay down!


Gun on the dash. Hands on your head! Now!

George 5021 emergency.

Shots fired by the
police and at the police.

Roll an ambo to 1356 South 13th Street.

Notify the dicks and crime lab.

Plainclothes officers at the scene.

Can I get you a T-shirt, big fella?

- You good?
- Too bad it ain't real.

Lindsay, get a picture
of me for my album cover.

You're an idiot.

Call Agent hill, tell him
we found the mother lode.

Yeah, we do all the work,

Secret Service comes in, takes the credit.

You want your face

- [Phone buzzing]
- on the front page of the paper?


[Sirens approaching]

Burgess, Atwater!

Nice police work on that hoarder deal.

We kinda just stumbled into that.

The egghead who discovered penicillin

just stumbled into it too.

A win's a win.

Thanks, Sarge.

Hey, you cheer up.

It's no small thing getting
a compliment from Platt.

I was in such a hurry
to leave that first time.

What if we never found him?

It worked out. And the kid's gonna be okay.

Sometimes... I think
I'm too nice to be a cop.

You got a big heart, all right?

Don't apologize for that.

You knew the family?

He's the younger brother of
a girl I dated in high school.

And his parents, Danny and Gail,

they came to my graduation from academy.

I still see 'em on what
would be Ben's birthday.

Me and my partner were first on the scene.

And... I see a shoe,

and then I push the reeds back...

and there he is.

I can still see his face.

I remember his dad alibied him out.

But they never had
anything on Lonnie, nothing?


They caught him jerking it
outside an elementary school

a week prior to finding Ben.

They found kiddie porn on his computer...

and secret pictures that he'd taken of Ben.

- You gotta be kidding me.
- Uh-uh.

We all knew Lonnie did it.

But, you know, his dad lied,
and they got a good lawyer.

Hey... be careful.

Hear me?

[Door rattling]

Father/daughter dance is tonight, but...

I'm suspended.

Are you wearing that?

[Bluesy "How can you mend
a broken heart plays"]

♪ ♪

♪ when living for my life ♪

♪ was everything ♪

♪ a man could want to do ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I could never see tomorrow ♪

I don't want you to get an apartment.

♪ I was never told ♪

♪ about the sorrow ♪

♪ a broken heart, yeah ♪

Don't worry about it.

Him and his buddy got a little rowdy

over at Miller's pub.

- Pop, liste...
- Shut up.

Appreciate you not booking him, Steve.

Saves us the paperwork.

- How's the kid he fought?
- Mm, 'bout the same.

Not looking to press charges down the line?


Listen, you need anything, you let me know.

Be safe.


Who's this buddy you were with?

You don't know him.

Bunch of wannabe cholos were talking smack,

acting like they run the place.

They were disrespecting us, pop.

Do you have any idea what
I went through in there?

- The son of a cop?
- You finished?

I want you to listen to
me for once, dad, okay?

I'm not the same kid that I
was when I walked in there.

Maybe if you would've done your job

and kept me out in the first place...

You wanna blame me for what you do?

- You know what?
- Hmm.

Screw you.


It's time.

You telling the truth?

Yeah, come on.


All right.

You really just gonna let me go score?

I'm letting you make a choice.

That's why I wanted you to do it sober.

'Cause there is another way.

That clinic across the street

has everything you need to get started.

So... you're gonna get out,

I'm gonna drive away,

and then the choice is yours.

Walk over to the clinic, or
walk across the street and buy.

This is a decision that you
have to make for yourself,

otherwise we're just wasting our time here.

Take my card.

If you want a life better
than what you got...

I will help you get to the other side.

That is a promise.