Chicago P.D. (2014–…): Season 3, Episode 9 - Never Forget I Love You - full transcript

When a woman's decapitated body found in Lake Michigan is connected to Voight's social group, Lindsay worries that his relationship with the group could affect his ability to see the case objectively.

You know, we all heard about
what you were doing for that boy.

I just want to thank
you for making him happy.

That's a woman in mourning
with a psychotic ex-husband.

It's under control.

15 years ago, you were a girl
barely surviving on the street.

Chicago P.D. Put your hands up.

I'm proud of you, Erin.

You're about the best
thing ever happened to me.

And you're my family.

Voight, how's dry land treating you?

Still standing.

I bet this view never gets old.

Fourth of July, it's the best.

When it's 20-below in January,
I dream of a heated firehouse.

Where's this floater?

These yacht club guys claim they took

their boat out to fish

and were casting their nets for live bait.

- Huh.
- Nearly fell overboard

when they pulled this in.

I'm thinking unnatural causes.

That's why I called you.

We get floaters every few months,

but not like this.

Look at that.

Looks like a small-caliber entry wound.

She's still got her teeth.

We should upload them to ViCAP,

see if we can ID her
from her dental records.

If we want any real shot at ID'ing her,

we're gonna need the rest of the body.

They got GPS.

Oh, they've got a lot more than that.

Let's retrace their path.

It's been a few hours.

It's possible the current
swept the body out further.

Can we give it a few more minutes?

I'm not gonna fight overtime,

but my guys only got
15 minutes of air left.

All right, thanks, Carter.

My first year on patrol,

I responded to this call at Douglas Park.

A jogger saw a hand
sticking out of the lagoon,

so a marine unit came and drained it,

and they found two more bodies.

Mother killed her two boys.

Yeah, she tied them together
with an extension cord.

That kind of thing never leaves you.

Diver one just located
an object on the bottom.

Callie, it's Sean. Open up.

She said she was here.

Yeah, I don't hear anything.

All right, on three.

One, two...

- Sean.
- Come on.

What happened?

So my ex, Ritchie, he was loaded

and asking about Andrew
and some of his stuff,

and saying that Andrew was his boy too,

and I told him to sleep it off,

and he just went crazy.

Okay, we are gonna take you to the district

to file an order of protection.

An order of protection
didn't work the first time.

A guy like this needs to learn a lesson.

No, please, don't.

It will just make it worse.

Do you have any place you
can stay, family or friends?

She shouldn't have to leave
her own home because of him.

Sean, you know the odds
are he's coming back.

No, he's not.

Good news.

Both head and body
belong to the same person.

Was there any doubt?

The pieces they pull
from the Chicago River,

you never know.

She was early 20s.

And water decomps are tough to pinpoint.

Ballpark time of death?

Best guess, your victim died a week ago

from strangulation as
indicated by the fractured hyoid

in the victim's neck.

These holes aren't gunshot wounds.

You're right. They were
made by a power drill.

Whoever killed this girl
knew what they were doing.

They drilled holes so the body would sink.

Just get us something,

anything we can use to ID her.

M.E. was able to pull a couple
usable prints off our victim's hand.

ID came back as Victoria Wasson, 26.

She was in the system
for simple possession.

She used to be a dancer
at the strip club Deluxe.

It's up on Kingsbury.

Raided it a few times when I was in VICE.

It's an Outfit joint, totally protected.

So, Victoria saw something
she wasn't supposed to,

and the Outfit killed her for it.

Give the way the body
was drilled full of holes

so it would sink, that's
a strong possibility.

Hey, this Victoria could have
crossed paths with all kinds,

dealers, stalkers, jealous exes.

Let's put the pieces together,
start building a timeline.

Closest next of kin is
Victoria's little sister.

She's a sophomore at CCU.

She shouldn't have to see
her sister's body like this,

so me and Jay will do the notification.

I'll hit the strip club with Antonio.

Yeah, right after you hit the ATM.

Al, you go with.

- Hank.
- Hmm?

I've got to be honest.

Every time a case involves the
Outfit, I get a little worried.

Don't be.

You remember they're a social club,

and your father was a member there.

Nobody's getting special treatment.

The Outfit's involved, we hit
them with everything we go.

Until then, I need more than speculation.


We didn't see each other a lot.

Vickie worked nights,
and I had class most days.

When was the last time you saw your sister?

Last Friday.

She came home, and she said
a friend was flying her down

to Cabo for the week.

Did your sister mention his name?

Vickie had a lot of friends,

guys she met at work.

I never knew their names.

Our parents died in a
car wreck six years ago,

and... and Vickie stepped up and decided

she was gonna take care of us both.

She worked all kinds of jobs.

She... she even started
dancing at that club

to help me pay for school.


We don't care how your
sister lived her life.

We just care about finding
out who did this to her.

We know Victoria was seeing
customers outside the club.

We just want the names of her regulars.

What, you think I take names at the door?

That's not a bad idea.

Maybe I'll park a couple squads out front,

see what that does for business.

You know who owns this place?

Yeah, you go ahead, make your calls.

We'll make ours.

Ladies, come on.

Help us out here.

The quicker we get through with this,

the quicker you get back to work.

I've got to think one of you was
at least friendly with Victoria,

so one more time, did she ever mention

having a problem with one of her customers?

Now this is what your coworker looked like

when they pulled her out of the river.


Ah, somebody's got a heart.

We worked Tuesdays together.


I just... I can't believe someone

would want to do that to her.


Do you know anybody who'd want to hurt her?

Which one of those is Victoria's?

The one with the stickers.

Oh, okay, thanks.

That's club property.

You got a warrant?

Well... it kind of looks open to me.


Oh, I bet you these weren't
used for buying beer.

Sean, all I'm saying, it's a domestic.

You should maintain a
professional distance.

Let's see what Platt says.

Sarge, you got a sec?

I got a lifetime.

It is a beautiful autumn day,

and I have the best job in the world,

and last night, I found
this in Randy's truck.

Engagement rings.

I think the old dog is gonna bend a knee.

Wow, that's amazing.

We got a problem.

Do you remember Andrew's mom?

Her ex is causing trouble,
and I want to use his shift

to track him down before things go south.

Look at that.

It's like a ray of
sunshine around your finger.

Sarge, so you good with that?

Yeah, yeah, whatever you think is best.

I'm gonna put together a
photo, I'll be right up.

- See you in the car.
- Hey.

Hey. Yeah.

Hey, Burgess.


I'll bet you 20 bucks I
get hitched before you do.

Okay, we'll see.


Hey, so I just spoke to Financial Crimes

about the IDs we found
in Victoria's locker.

Apparently, they've been
looking for the pretty face

behind these check-kiting
schemes for months now.

They just didn't know her real name.

As Jen Turner, she bilks
35 grand from Citibank.

As Beth Hampton, 44,000 at Bank of America.

And as Lana Del Rio, a cool,
clean 56 grand from Chase.

Bottom line is, she's cashed
over half a million dollars

worth of counterfeit treasury checks.

That's an old-school Outfit scam,

using young, attractive
women to rip off bankers

with that fugazi paper instead of guns.

Yep, the girls keep 10%,

kick the rest back to their handler.

That's how the Outfit
keeps their hands clean.

So, do we loop in organized crime?

I'll do the digging.


I got to run my schedule by you now?

Look, whatever this girl was into,

she didn't deserve to end up dead

in the bottom of the river.

We know this was Outfit, so...

So now you're gonna tell me what she did

and did not deserve, like I don't know?

I'm just asking what the game plan is here.

Keeping looking into
Victoria's known associates.


I heard that once.

Hey, jag-off. Someone call 911?

Yeah, I heard you need help
getting out of that chair.

I love you too.

Hey, Carlo.


Hank, pull up a seat.

Actually, I was hoping we could talk
someplace a little more discreet.

This is a social club.

Be social.

It's about a girl that works
at one of your clubs, Deluxe.

Well, you could say that
I'm a silent partner.

I heard that your guys
were already out there.

They didn't find what they needed?

Got a few more questions.


Well, Frank here knows more
about the day-to-day than I do,

and he can answer any questions you got.


- Yeah.
- Great.

The girl who cashed these,

we fished her out of the river.

Shame, beautiful girl like this.

Not anymore.

Look, Frank...

I'm here as a courtesy.

I know she was hooked into a check scam

that possibly tracks back here.

Now, I'm counting on you
being straight with me.

I need a name...

or Financial Crimes is
gonna start looking into

how you pay your rent.

So any cash that this girl
may or may not have kicked up

to certain people, you're not interested?

As far as I'm concerned,
that's the FDIC's problem.




Door on the right, go.



Augh! Aah!

Hands up. Let me see your hands.


Make one more move.

Turn around!

On your face.

Hands behind your back.

You good?


Good job, buddy.

Charlie Koslow, Polish kid,
grew up on Taylor Street.

He was an up-and-coming
enforcer for the Outfit.

Then he shattered some guy's
jaw over a parking spot,

and the judge gave him five years.

Six months into his sentence,

he pissed off some GDs,
who dropped a 45-pound plate

on his head, putting him
in a coma for two months.

His prison psych profile says after that,

he never fully recovered mentally.

Who gave us Koslow?

Concerned citizen.

I went back to Deluxe and
flashed Koslow's picture.

Now, Victoria's dancer friend
Sage said that she saw Koslow

arguing with Victoria
the night she disappeared.

So an up-and-coming mob enforcer

gets his bell rung in a prison weight pile.

Next thing he knows, people
stop being afraid of him,

so the Outfit puts X enforcer

out to pasture with a
counterfeit check scheme.

That you?

Come on, Charlie, what happened to you?

You and Victoria have a falling out?


Vickie was...

I would never hurt her.


whatever amount she was holding
back from your phony checks,

I mean, it wasn't enough to kill her.

Look, if I'm you, I'd
come clean, make a deal.

Why don't you tell us about the fight

you and Victoria had outside Deluxe?

Friends sometimes tell
each other the truth.

I didn't like who she was seeing.

That's it?

You didn't like her boyfriend,
or you wanted her for yourself?

You wanted her to be more
than just a check girl?

Boss, this is Koslow's lawyer, Jim Shelte.

You, stop talking.

I'm gonna need a few
minutes with my client alone.

Hey, Denny, where's your brother Ritchie?

And don't say you don't know,
because I know he stays with you

whenever he's in town.

Yeah, thanks for making me
look like some sort of snitch.

What, you got a rep to uphold?

We can make it look like
a lot worse if you don't

tell me where Ritchie is.

I haven't seen him in months.

Hey, your brother's got his
ex-wife Callie pretty shook up.

We're trying to talk to him
before he does something stupid.

Yeah, Ritchie mentioned you.

You're that cop making a move on Callie?

What kind of man takes
advantage of a grieving woman?

- Ask me that again.
- Roman, take a walk.

Roman, you take a walk.


And, you, you see
Ritchie, call that number.

- Counselor.
- Yeah.

Well, I think we can all agree
no matter how we look at this,

it's tragic, and no one,

least of all Mr. Koslow here,

wants to cause Victoria
Wasson's family any more grief

or waste any more of CPD's time.

With that in mind, Charlie's
prepared to confess.

But we will need some assurances.

What are we talking?

Manslaughter instead of first-degree

and protective custody in prison.

As you know, Charlie has a history

of being targeted by
rival gangs on the inside.

I want to hear it from you.



She was holding out

30,000 from the checks.

If she didn't pay, it
was me who was gonna...

My client panicked.

They fought.

Wasn't premeditated.


Why the sudden change of heart?

He's sick with remorse,

and while a confession
won't bring forgiveness,

perhaps it will bring some closure.

A search of this address
will turn up the boat

and the tools he used
to dispose of the body.

Got a confession from Koslow.

Fantastic, we'll take it.

What do you mean?

Half an hour ago, he was
saying he didn't do it.

Changed his mind.

Based on what?

A public defender could get him
off on what we have right now.

Guess we're lucky he came clean.

Did he come clean, or
did his mobbed-up lawyer

get him to take one for the team?

I'll tell you what,

you want to volunteer
for the Innocence Project?

I'll get you that number.

Right now, we got a case to close.

Roll with crime lab to that address.

You get anything off the drill?

Not even a partial.

Gotta assume your guy was wearing gloves.

All right, let's bag
everything, get it to the lab.


Hey, that was the DMV.

The last person the boat was registered to

died two years ago.

Then the title never gets transferred,

and all the storage fees
have been paid in cash.

- Great.
- And I'm not so sure

it was used to dispose of the body.

What do you mean?

My techs sprayed the whole
cabin and deck with luminol.

Not a single trace of blood.

If your killer used this
boat to transport the body,

a body that was drilled full of holes,

no way it'd be this spotless.

Thank you.

Searched the boat.

Crime techs found zero physical evidence

tying Koslow to the boat
or to Victoria's body.

They had a week to clean it up.

Forensic says the way
the body was desecrated,

then that'd be impossible,
so if this was Koslow, he...


He confessed.

Will give us a minute?

You remember the summer
I moved in with you?

The cartage warehouse over
on Cermak got knocked off,

and the guard on duty got killed.

Half the neighborhood saw Tommy Posato

at the Italian Day
Festival when it happened,

and he still went to Joliet for murder.


And it wouldn't be the
first time the Outfit

sent somebody up the river for
something that they didn't do.

Careful what you're implying.

I'm not implying anything.

Whoever gave you Koslow,
you're getting played.

- I can come back.
- What do you got?

I ran Koslow's telephonics,

and there are a bunch of
calls to Victoria Wasson,

but the odd thing is,

there's even more calls to Lauren Wasson.

That's Victoria's younger sister.

I mean, it looks like Charlie...

He was in a relationship with both girls.

Which Lauren neglected to mention.

Lauren, why weren't you straight
with us from the beginning?

I already told you everything I know.

You left out the part
where you're dating the guy

who's scammed treasury
checks with your sister,

who also just confessed to killing her.

Wait, Charlie confessed?

No, no, no way.

So how about you tell us the truth then?

Unless you want your
boyfriend going to prison

for a murder he didn't commit.

Okay, I wanted to tell you,

I swear, but you saw
what they did to Vickie.

Who's they?

Did someone threaten you?

I don't know their names.


Okay, look, all you need to know

is that Charlie was with me
the night Vickie disappeared.

I swear.

And you can prove that?

We... we went to the silent
movie theater on Clark,

and then he stayed the night at my dorm.

Did he sign the guestbook
at the front desk?

Guys aren't allowed past 10:00,

so Charlie always sneaks
in through the garage.

I helped myself to coffee.

Want some zeppoles with that?

I don't really have an appetite.

Have a seat.

What do you want to know?

Who really killed Victoria Wasson?

It's not there.

This isn't that kind of
meeting, Frank, come on.

I mean, you and me...

You and me got a lot of history.

I've always held up my end
of the bargain till now.

Give me a name.

I won't go after the money,

but tell me the truth.

You feed me a patsy?

Do us all a favor, would you, huh?

You got a confession from Koslow.

Just take the kid at his word.

I've done... plenty of things

that I'm not proud of.

Sending an innocent man to prison

is never gonna be one of them.

Boss, hey.

Platt's on my ass about
getting Koslow out of lockup,

in front of a judge for arraignment.

Final autopsy results came
in for Victoria Wasson.

Turns out at the time of her death,

she was 16 weeks pregnant.

And Victoria's little sister Lauren

was with Charlie Koslow...

Who she was banging.

The night that he
supposedly killed Victoria.

Two of Lauren's dorm mates will
confirm that they saw him there.

All right, get Koslow back up here,

and tell Platt we haven't
officially charged him yet.

Still an open investigation.

I know why you confessed
to Victoria's murder,

'cause you were protecting Lauren.

You eat the charges, and she
doesn't get hurt, am I right?

You talked to Lauren?

She okay?

Yeah, she's in police custody.

I'd say right now you need to
think about helping yourself.

Charlie, we know you were with Lauren

the night Victoria was murdered.

You listening?


We need to know who put you up to this.

I tell you, they kill me.

Better off going back to Stateville.

Did you know Victoria was pregnant?

We think that's the motive here.

You said you didn't like
the guy she was seeing.

So, who is he, Charlie?

Who could be the father here?



I know how manipulative these guys can be.




And they're... they're all fine words

until it's their neck on the block.

No matter what promises were made...

This isn't right.

And I got to tell you, Lauren...

If you're in prison,

they'll just see her as a loose end.

She'll never be safe.


Carlo Tafani?

Victoria was sleeping with him.

I told her never get
into bed with the boss.

You sure about this?

Yes, sir.

Carlo Tafani.

He's a boss for the
Outfit's Bridgeport crew.

Tied to money laundering,

racketeering, and suspected
in the disappearance

of several witnesses in
the family secrets case.

Financial Crimes just sent over a report

detailing recent transactions
by Tafani's front company,

Vesta Inc.

Now, one of the names that
showed up on the report

is none other than Miss Lana Del Rio.

Well, that's one of those
aliases that Victoria used.


Now, the check scam paid out in cash,

so I'm thinking, you know, hush money.

I'll pick him up.

- I'll come with.
- No, you won't.

You said we'd hit this
guy with everything we got.

Tafani is not the kind of
guy you punch in the mouth.

Right now, he is suspect number one.

Which is why I'm going to talk to him.




if you don't drag Tafani
back here in a set of cuffs,

I will.

That right there is your problem.

You keep talking to me

like I'm the guy who raised
you instead of your boss.

Go back to your desk until I need you.

How's it going, Ritchie?

Listen, man, I don't
know what Callie told you.

Shut up and listen to me.

I'm taking you to lockup,

and when you get out, I'm gonna
find a reason to put your ass

right back in there until you
realize that any connection

you had to Callie is buried with Andrew.

You understand me?


Wait, I know I screwed up.

But do you have any idea
how hard this was for me,

watching my kid die?

I just couldn't handle it.

Yeah, yet you left it all on Callie.

- What do you want me to say?
- You were there for my family

and I wasn't.

You were a better father than me.

Lock up me, knock me around, I don't care.

There's nothing you can do to make me feel

any worse than I already do.

I want you on the next bus to Indianapolis,

and you never come back.

You hear me?

You got it.

Good, and since you obviously
lost the first one, you...

Hey, you come within 1,000 feet of Callie,

we'll make sure you never
see the light of day.


It's okay, Cheech.

What's going on?

I need you to come with me.

It's about that thing at Deluxe?

I thought Frank gave you what you wanted.

What Frank gave me was the runaround.

I'm hoping you'll be smarter.

Taylor, come here, sweetheart.

Come here, baby.

Come here.

This is my granddaughter, Taylor.

This is my friend Hank. Say hi.

- Hi, honey.
- Hi.

Cheech, make sure she gets home okay.

I'll see you in a little
bit, okay, sweetheart?

- Okay.
- All right, love you.

Love you too.

All right, always wanted
to see where you work.

Come on.

If I remember correctly,

your old man also worked the 21st.

He died here too, remember?

Yeah. Hmm.

It's got to be tough.

I mean, here you are,

everywhere you look,
something to remind you

of what happened to him.


no question he'd be proud.


Victoria Wasson.

I come here on good faith,

put on a show for your fellow officers

so they don't think that you're
compromised by our friendship,

and that's what you want to ask me about?

You were screwing her.

Hank, I own clubs.

I've got a lot of friends.

Except this one was carrying your child.

Medical examiner determined
she was 16 weeks pregnant

when she was strangled.

I'm thinking she wanted to keep it,

and I know there is no way

that you would risk ruining your home life,

embarrassing your wife and kids.

Also explains the 20 grand
you gave her from your S-Corp.

Hey, I gave her gifts.

I gave her some jewelry.
I never gave her 20 grand.

Yeah, well...

The bank records tell a different story.


So you paid her off to get an abortion.

- Hmm.
- She wouldn't bite.

girl's got to go.

I couldn't be that child's father.

Carlo, we can get your DNA
and match to her unborn child.

Well, save yourself the trouble.

Call my doctor.

I got a vasectomy five years ago,

and I can prove it.

Now, are we done?

'Cause I'd really like to
go back to my granddaughter,

spend the evening with her.

I only get to see her once a week.

Excuse me.

There's something you need to see.

So it turns out the only other
person authorized to wire money

out of Tafani's account
is the lawyer, Jim Shelte.

They need someone to
send the bribe, make bail.

That's what those guys do.

There's more to it than that.

I had Mouse run Shelte's financials.

Get this, if Shelte bills out 600 an hour,

he's still living beyond his means.

The guy's going through a nasty divorce.

He's got debt up to his eyeballs,

a condo, car...

Boat, a 55-foot Bertram

he keeps registered in
New Buffalo, Michigan.

Yeah, It seems he also likes to live it up

room-service style.

He keeps a standing
reservation at the W Hotel.

Well, he's been crashing
there ever since his wife

kicked him out, so I
accessed security footage

at the hotel.

And look who's been
visiting him the last month.

Our D.O.A.

Where's my client?

Which one?

You've had a busy day.

Maybe we should assign you a parking space.

We've been over this

from every angle,

and we just can't figure out

why Charlie Koslow would
want to murder Victoria.

What the hell is this about?

You're in a lot of trouble, Counselor.

It looks like you panicked a little bit

when you found Victoria was pregnant.

This one's my favorite.

So, you paid her 20
grand of the boss's money

just to make the problem go away.

You didn't want to keep that baby,

but Victoria wanted to keep it,

so you brought her out
to a remote location,

told her you were going to Cabo.

That's a nice touch.

And then you strangled her,
drilled her full of holes,

little trick you learned
from your mob clients,

and you go out on your
Bertram to dump the body.

Everything you've got is
circumstantial at best.

Way I see it, you got two options:

one, you cop to the murder right now,

no deal, no assurances,

or two, walk out that door...

And you know what's gonna happen.

- Wait a minute.
- What's it gonna be?

I think I'll be going now.

No way.


Good luck with the investigation.

We had him.


This isn't over.

I'm gonna make sure you go
down for Victoria's murder.

I already told you.

You got your guy in custody for that.

His name is Charlie Koslow.

Jimmy, why don't you hop in?


Come on, I'll walk you out.

Excuse me.

Can I get a Manhattan?


You know, you mentioned
the summer you moved in...

The thing you didn't
know about Tommy Posato,

the thing nobody knew is,

Tommy liked underage girls

and tender-aged girls.

Here you go, Hank.


The Outfit found out about
it, and they gave him a choice.

.22 to the back of the head

or take the rap for one of their robberies

and go away to Joliet.


I'm not always going to explain what I do,

and you're not always
gonna like me for that,

but... just...


Never forget I love you.



Oh, no, are you okay?

- Yeah.
- Callie, what happened?

Ritchie, Ritchie.

- Ritchie... where is he?
- He went that way.

Roll an ambulance, request for backup.

Hey, Roman, where are you going?

Just do it.

21-13, squad, roll an ambulance

to 1932 South Wells.

Here, press.

Chicago Police, stop!

Let me see your hands!

Let me see your hands!


Over here.

I heard shots.

I told him to stop.

Oh, Sean, he's dead.

He aimed a gun at me.

No, I see a phone. I don't see a gun.

Sean, I don't see a gun.

I swear it was in his hand.


Sergeant, we have a problem.