Chicago P.D. (2014–…): Season 5, Episode 17 - Breaking Point - full transcript

A prominent Alderman known for his urban revitalization efforts is murdered; Olinsky receives an ultimatum from Woods.


- The violence in Chicago has
now touched elected officials.

Outspoken Alderman James Burton
of the 24th ward

was gunned down this morning

in the financial district.
- Streets and Sanitation worker

found him an hour ago.

GSW to the head,
T.O.D. between 2:00 a.m.,

3:00 a.m. based on lividity.

- No one's come forward.

- Yeah, this place is
really dead after hours, Sarge.

I doubt anybody was here.

- Pockets turned
inside and out.

Wallet, watch,
and cell phone are gone.

- Nope, looks like
a robbery gone wrong.

- Know what Alderman Burton
was doing down here?

- Drinking at the Crown Pub.

Bartender said
he was with a banker,

Rudy Finnegan,
till closing.

- We'll go talk to him.

- I heard this alderman said

cops only care
about white victims.

I'd love to tell this jackass

I'm working double overtime

to help find the guy
who killed him.

- Hank.

- Hey, that's great news
about your daughter.

I hear she's going to be okay.

- Yeah, doctors did
a great job.

Burton, huh?
- Yeah.

- You know he and the mayor
were very close friends.

Yeah, the mayor would like
your team to work this quick.

- Understood.

- Detective Olinsky.

We'd like a word.

- Not here.
Down at headquarters.

It's important, Al.

We wouldn't be here
if it wasn't.

- Get off me, man.

- Thanks for coming in,
Detective Olinsky.

- We need to ask you
some questions.

- Kevin Bingham.

- He murdered
Hank Voight's son.

- They dug his body up
about six weeks ago

at a Super Mart
construction site.

- Okay, look.

Third party DNA was found
on Bingham's body.


- Al.

Can you explain how your hair

ended up on the victim?

- Lawyer.

- I was with Alderman Burton
for about two hours.

He wanted me to invest in some
urban revitalization project

in his ward.

- Oh, yeah, he insisted
that we meet after dinner.

He seemed desperate for cash.

- Well, he offered to pay
15% interest.

That's double the market rate.

We're friends,
but that made me nervous.

So I, uh, passed.


Then I got in my Uber

at 2:01

at the bar, and Burton
went down the street.

- No. There was a guy
at the bar earlier.

African-American, came in,

looked around
for a few minutes,

left without ordering.

Age, height?

- Eh, late twenties,
average height and build.

- You think of anything else,
give us a call, okay?

- Yeah. Hey, listen,
thanks for calling.

- Hey, by the way,
why do you think

that IAD picked up Olinsky?

- I don't know.

With Olinsky,
you may never know.

- So anything you need,
anything at all,

you have my private number.

I know you and James had doubts
about our police,

but we're changing things.

You'll be in good hands
with Sergeant Voight here.

- Thank you, Denny.

- All right.
- Thank you.

- Commander.

We're so sorry for your loss.
- Thank you.

It's a loss for everyone,
the entire city.

- It is.
- Um.

Sorry to do this now,

but your husband's
personal items were stolen.

And if you tell me what they
are, if you describe them,

we may be able to track down
the offender who stole them.

- You think this was
a stupid robbery?

- Mom, she's just trying
to do her job--

- My husband was a leader.

A visionary, he was
transforming this ward

into a vibrant,
bustling community.

He didn't die
over some damn Rolex.

- My father passed
an ordinance last year.

Uh, developers
of blighted areas

don't have to pay
property taxes for five years.

- Guess some of the locals
weren't too happy about that.

- Yes, they protested
on our front lawn,

slashed our tires,
made death threats.

- The ward secretary kept track

of all the angry calls
and emails.

- Thank you, ma'am, sir.
- Mm-hmm.

- Hey, we got a list
of pissed-off locals

from the alderman's secretary.
There's at least 50 names.

- We weren't able to get video
of the male black

Finnegan saw
at the Crown Pub.

- What about the alderman's
personal belongings?

- His phone has no signal,
no hits on his credit cards,

and his Rolex hasn't popped
up in any pawn shops yet.

- I thought you should know
the alderman's wife is on TV

expressing concern
about Chicago PD's dedication

to black politicians.

- It's been like what,
five hours?

Why is she going
so hard at this?

- She's smart. She wants
to keep the pressure on.

All right, so run the names
of the angry locals.

But don't give up
on this robbery angle either.

Listen, Adam.

I want you to reach out
to Woods.

See if he knows
what's going on with Al.

- Still out of touch.

- Well, that's not a good sign.

All right.

- Hey.

- I pulled foreign hair
and fibers from the body

doing the DNA analysis.

Cause of death,
single gunshot to the head.

This is the recovered bullet.

- It's a hollow point .223
caliber from assault rifle.

Probably AR-15.

- Entry wound is clean.

No soot, powder tattooing,
internal cavitation.

- So it was fired
from a distance.

- That's right.
- So someone

sniped the alderman
from far away

and then they get close
to rob him.

That doesn't make any sense.

- Yeah, you're right.
It doesn't.

Unless it was a hit.

And a robbery was just to throw
us off the scent, right?

- Thanks.
- Mm.

- Commander.


I sent a few texts.

I don't know
if they went through.

- No, I got them.
Why are you here?

- I, uh, heard that IA
picked up Olinsky.

Does this got something
to do with Bingham?

Look, sir, I'm just
trying to help.

Just trying to work
off my case,

and Voight,
he seems real nervous.

I think this could
be a good opportunity.

So if there's
something you want me to do,

I'm ready for you.

- Don't contact me again, ever.

- Sir.

- If I need you,
I will find you.

- Yes, sir.

- He shut you down.
- He was ice cold.

- 'Cause he doesn't
need you anymore.

Which means whatever
he's got on Olinsky is real.

- We ran the foreign DNA
on the alderman's body.

It's a match to Darius Brown

who also lives
in Burton's ward.

- One for assault.

Beat the hell out
of his landlord six months ago

'cause he tried
to double the rent.

- Tell me you got
a current address.

- We do.

- Chicago PD!

All right,
it's open.

- On your right.

- Darius Brown!

- They found your DNA
on Bingham's body?

- Yeah.

- I said I wanted a lawyer,
and the meeting was over.

- Yeah, Peter Manetti.

- He's good.

- Expensive, too.

100 grand, up front.

Listen, man, I...

I hate to ask, but...

I might need to borrow some
money from your Rainy Day fund.

- Al, I put all that money in
a trust fund for my grandson.

When they dug up
Bingham's body,

I figured I could get arrested
at any minute, so.

- Man.

- When I found him,
he was already dead.

I didn't know
he was an alderman.

- All right, so you just
happened to walk up to a body

in the middle of the night
in the financial district?

- I was walking home.

And I heard a gunshot,
so I went to look.

I saw this dude
in the alley, bleeding,

but he was dead.

- I just knew.
- Okay.

Did you rob him?

Now, that would be

- Sorry to interrupt.

Look what I found
in your apartment.

- Well, that was
excellent timing right there

because Darius
was just telling us

how he didn't rob the alderman.

- No, I never said
I didn't rob him.

- Ah.
- I said robbing him

would be disrespectful.

There's a difference.
- Oh, my God.

Did you steal his phone?
His Rolex?

- Of course I did.

What? The man was dead.

Ain't like he needed to know
what time it was.

But that don't mean
I killed the man.

- No, but it looks pretty good.

And unless you tell me
something helpful

I'm gonna charge your ass
right now

with murder.

- Okay, when I was walking up
to the body,

I saw a blue sedan.

A Chrysler, I think.

It was driving away too fast.

- I couldn't see.

It was dark.

Look, I swear to God
I did not kill that man.

- Mm-kay.

Well, just to be sure,
we're going to keep you here

for a little while,
so get comfortable.

- C'mon.

- Yeah, really.

- So, boss, this is
the good news.

There's only 5,260
blue Chrysler sedans

in the city of Chicago.
- All right, run the ones

registered to people
living in the 54th.

- Did that.
It narrowed it down to 832.

- Huh. It is what it is.

Run the names,
see what you find.

- Hey, guys, check this out.

This is a voicemail
from Alderman Burton's phone.

- You are a greedy,
opportunistic hypocrite

and deserve to die.

- That was left last night
just before 11:00 p.m.,

and the call came
from a pay phone

at a Douglas Park diner.

- Grab Upton.
Check it out.

- This is the place.

- No security cameras.

- Yeah.

- Excuse me, sir.

Are you the owner
of this place?

- I am.
- I'm Detective Upton.

This is Detective Halstead.

We're investigating a homicide.

Did you see somebody use
that pay phone last night

just before closing time?

- Uh, can't say that I did.

- Will you take a listen
to something for us?

- You are a greedy,

opportunistic hypocrite

and deserve to die.

- Can't say that I do.

- Right.

Well, thank you for your time.
- Mm-hmm.

- Uh-oh.

- I just saw a rat.

Looks like it ran right
into the kitchen.

You know what they say,
when there's one rat,

there's always more.

- Yeah, and then
we got to call it in

to the Health Department.

- Uh, let me listen
to that message again.

Maybe something
will click this time.

- I like where your head's at.

- You are a greedy,
opportunistic hypocrite

and deserve to die.

- Kind of sounds
like Coleman Lewis.

He's a regular.

Very passionate
about the neighborhood.

Wants to keep things
the way they are.

- Hm.

Thank you.

Make sure you call
that exterminator.

- Yeah, you better believe
that was me.

- Okay, sounds like you admit

to threatening to kill
Alderman Burton to me.

- I said he deserved to die.

And I stand by that.

But I didn't kill him.
- Okay, well,

Professor, we just want
to hear the rest of the story.

- So you are a music professor
with a gun permit?

You got pinched
for vandalizing a car?

- Some developer parks
his brand new Lexus

in my driveway.

Blocks me in for two hours.

He has no regard
whatsoever for me

or any of the residents
in my apartment building.

Now, you guys tell me,
do you really believe

that I'm the one
that killed Burton?

I wasn't even
in town last night.

- I was driving to Pittsburgh.

What's in Pittsburgh?

- The rare books library
at Carnegie Mellon.

There was a gospel manuscript
I wanted to see.

- Hm.
- Burton was gonna demolish

the Low Note Blues Club,
if you can believe that.

All right? It is one
of the most iconic venues

in this country, and the
greatest people played there.

- Okay, so you didn't do it.

Who did?

Burton and his son play dirty.

Plenty of people
that are angry with them.

What does
he have to do with anything?

- He's the developer
on the Low Note project.

- Hmm.That I didn't know.
- Oh, yeah, well.

Daddy gave junior
a plum prize.

Even re-zoned things to make it
nice and easy for him.

- You said they were dirty.
I mean, you got any proof?

- I've seen Arthur go
into the Roadside Bar,

two, maybe three times.

- It's a gang hangout.


I've stopped in there
for a drink.

It's near a project of mine.

- That's the one.

- Which your father
had re-zoned for you.

- You think I got
special favors?

Let me tell you, nobody
wanted the Low Note.

Junkies shoot up
in the lobby over there.

What are you getting at anyway?

- Did you and your father
have any side deals

related to that project?

Listen, Arthur, if you're
involved with a local gang--

Involved with a local gang?

Are you suggesting that my son,

my Ivy League-educated son,
is a gangbanger?

- No, ma'am, I'm just trying
to figure out

who killed your husband.

And right now we don't have

a whole lot of leads,
so the more I know

about your family's
business dealings the better.

- I'm quickly losing faith
in you, Sergeant Voight.

Maybe I should let
Denny Woods know

that you're more focused
on tearing my family down

than finding
my husband's killer.

We're done here.

- Platt, do you know what's
going on with Al?

- Does it have to do
with Bingham's body?

- I am not the guy to ask.
- Hey, Antonio.

Coleman Lewis' alibi check out?
- Yeah, sure does.

He was at Carnegie Mellon
checking out

rare books early that morning.

Timeline isn't perfect,
but it's pretty tight.

- And we have
a forensic accountant looking

into Burton family finances.

- All right, good.
Let me know what you find.

- Okay.
- Voight.

Hold on.


We'll be right there.

- Arthur Burton was supposed to
meet a contractor here at 3:00.

Contractor was late.

Found him dead
when he arrived.

- None so far.

- Single shot to the head,
just like his father.

- Thanks, Novick.

- Man, this isn't
about yoga studios or condos

or destroying black culture.

We're standing in the middle
of the heroin highway.

This is about drugs.

This old blues club
gets torn down,

condos put up,

it would screw up
their whole business model.

- Thank you, ma'am.

- I never changed his room.

Not since the day he left
for college.

- I'm so sorry.

- We named him
after King Arthur.

- I apologize, but I need to
ask you about some things.

Have you ever heard
of the heroin highway?

That's where folks from
the suburbs buys drugs.

Pay on one end, pick up
the product on the other.

Back home in no time.

- My husband and I grew up
with gangs, with drugs.

I've seen the violence and
the pain up close and personal.

I lost my sister to all that
nonsense when I was just a kid.

Yeah, I know how it works.

I know the rules.

- Do you think Arthur
knew the rules?

- He knew the gang wasn't
in favor of the project.

But James and Arthur told me
they worked it out.

Came to some sort
of an arrangement.

- No, they didn't go
into details.

They just said they took care
of the problem.

- Look, the LLC your husband
and son formed

made several cash payments to
a guy named Lincoln Avanzano.

But he doesn't seem to exist.

You think that's how
they handled the problem?

Paid off the gang?

- It's possible.

- And what gang do you think
it would be?

- The Westside Disciples.

- Don't know Alderman Burton
or his kid.

- Well, they're both dead now.

- Mm.

That's too bad.
- Mm-hmm.

Word is, they tried
to work a deal

with the Westside Disciples.

That's your gang.

- Gave you cash

so you wouldn't interfere with
their construction project.

- Don't know nothing
about that.

- That's hard to believe.

I mean, you control
the heroin highway.

- Not all of it.

- The part where
the Low Note Club is?

- There's a lot of gangs
involved in there.

- Yeah, that may be.

But you're the one
calling the shots.

I'll tell you what I think,

See, I think the Burtons
came to you with a deal.

You liked it.
You accepted it.

But they couldn't come up
with all the cash,

and, well,
you didn't like that.

So you popped them.

And in the process

you killed that
whole construction deal.

'Cause no one's gonna
want to build there.

Not now.

'Cause I'm done talking.

- That's fine.

'Cause you already told me
everything I need to know.

- Have you thought
about your future?

You are damn close
to a fat pension.

Spending time with your family,
lazy days on a boat in Florida.

I'd hate to see
you lose all that

after years
of dedicated service.

- IAD filled me in
on the Bingham investigation.

Besides the DNA match,

they have a witness
who saw you and a young woman

at the Super Mart
construction site,

same place we recovered
Bingham's body.

And the only reason you were
involved in any of this

is because of Voight.

You had no ax to grind
with that man Bingham.

But you cooperate...

You get full immunity.

You stay on the job.

Keep your full pension.

- I got nothing to say.

See, you're protecting Voight
because that's your code.

But you're the last of a breed.

Loyalty above all else.

Let me ask you something.

You think Voight would fall
on his sword to protect you?

Nah. He wouldn't.

- I know Voight.

- I do, too.

- We pulled video surveillance
from Arthur Burton's shooting.

Blue Chrysler sedan.

Just like the Rolex thief said
sped away from the crime scene.

- We ran the plates,
and we put out a BOLO.

The car is registered
to a Keon Walters.

We're trying to find
his home address.

- Car was just spotted behind
Landon's Market on Archer.

- All right,
get over there now.

Nice work.

Let's talk.

You hear anything else?

- No, nothing.

You talk to him?

- I did.

I'm guessing you
already know that.

- Well, he claims
he's got a witness

that saw me and a woman

near Bingham's burial site

18 months ago.

- He say anything more
about this woman?

- Twenties.

Dark hair.

It's only a matter of time
before he figures out

who it is.

- Might be a bluff.

You know, wants us to panic,
make mistakes.

I'll do some digging.

- Driver's getting in the car.

- Yep, we got eyes.
No passenger visible.

You ready?
- Yeah.

- Keon Walters!
Get out of the car!

- Out of the car!

- Hey!

Turn off the car!

Turn the car off
and get out of the car!

- 5021 George emergency.

We're in pursuit
of a blue Chrysler

fleeing northbound on Levy,
just past 13th street.

Illinois tag
65 George Ida 8 Charlie.

Police! Show me your hands.

Let me see your hands!

Put your hands on the glass.
Do it now!

Get out of the car.
Put your hands on the roof.

Don't move.

- AR-15 assault rifle.


- Let's go.

- Keon Walters, age 21,
he lives at 907 Fillmore.

- No priors.
- He's not in our system.

He's not
in the gang database either.

- It's a match.

The rifle in Keon's trunk
was used in both murders.

- No, and this is where
it gets weird.

We reached out
to the banker, Finnegan.

He said he's certain
Keon's not the guy

he saw scoping out the bar
the night of the murder.

- Yeah, we searched his car,
belongings. No phone.

Only things we found
other than the rifle

were a pair of size 12 boots

and an extra-large
winter jacket.

- All right, me and you.

Those kicks can't be Keon's.
Kid's barely 5'6".

- Sounds like the kid
might have a partner.

All right, run him
through facial rec online.

See if you can find
who he hangs with.

One potato.

Two potato.

Rifle we found in your trunk.

It's the same weapon
used to kill

Alderman Burton and his son.

- I didn't kill no one.

- Okay.

So tell me.

How'd the rifle end up
in your trunk?


Can you tell me that?

We know you got a partner.

- C'mon. You seem like
a pretty good kid.

No arrests,
no gang affiliations.

- That's why we're guessing

you're not the one
doing the shooting.

- Which means you have a chance
to cut yourself a deal.

- Hm. All you got to do...

Give us who
you're working with.

- I got nothing to say.

Look, bro,
I know it feels good.

Keep your mouth shut.
Be loyal.

But it's stupid.

It's stupid.


You're the one who's gonna
end up doing the time.

Not your buddy.


You understand?

And life in prison
is no joke, bro.

It's forever.

Every day.

Every night.

For the rest
of your existence.

Hoping some dude you made
eye contact with at breakfast

doesn't stick a shiv
in your neck.

Be smart.

This is your life, Keon.

There's nobody
worth sacrificing

that for, believe me.



- I got nothing to say.

- Online. Facial recognition.

- Yeah.

We think he's involved
in the murder

of an alderman and his son.

- No way.
Couldn't be Keon.

Know him pretty well?

- We met in high school.

I see him every few months
when he comes to the hospital.

He's got sickle cell anemia.
- Oh, uh, yeah.

Do you know if he's in a gang?

- No, he's a nice guy.

We went on a couple of dates.

I'm telling you
he's not killer.

- Okay, well, if you want to
help him and I think you do,

just tell us everything
you know.

- I am. I swear.

Any of them in gangs
that you know of?

- No.

But I'm pretty sure
his cousin is.

He comes to Keon's
appointments sometimes.

- Okay, what's
his cousin's name?

- Keon calls him LJ.
I don't know his real name.

It's probably in
the visitors' log somewhere.

- Noted.
- Thank you.

- Why don't you tell us
about your cousin...

Lamar Jenkins.


- Yeah, you know big cuz.

Runs the Westside Disciples.

And everything
on the heroin highway.

That much we do know.

- Lamar is the one who actually

did the murders, right?

It's either him or you, Keon.

- Don't know what
you're talking about.

- This kid's not gonna crack
no matter how hard we push.

- Nah, we'll break him.

Just got to find his weakness.

Everybody's got
a breaking point, Al.

No matter how strong you are.

- Well, not everyone.

- We can't find
a home address for Lamar.

- You check out that bar
I told you about?

- Yeah, he's not there.
Patrol stopped by an hour ago.

The place looks shut down.

- You know, he's
probably been on the run

ever since we pinched
his cousin.

- You're probably right.

Guess we have to come up
with a different approach.

- I assume we still
got his coat.

- Mm-hmm.

- You keep playing
tough guy, Keon,

the clock is gonna run out.

- Hey.

Just talked to the ASA.
Told me to kick him free.

You serious?

- He ain't talking and we don't

have enough to charge him.
Come on.

You can grab
your stuff downstairs.

But stay in town.
This ain't over.

You all set?

- Yeah, I put a tracker
and mic in his coat.

- He's coming out, Jay.

- Copy that, Sarge.
We're in position.

- This kid might be on to us.

He's been walking
for 20 minutes.

- Yeah, maybe he just wanted

some distance from the station.
- Maybe.

- He just went in
to a mini-mart.

- He's dialing.
He must have bought a burner.

- Yo, it's Keon.
Come get me.

I'm on Roosevelt
near Saint Ignatius.


And tell Lamar
to stay in Riverdale.

The police are looking
for him.

All right.

- Sarge, Lamar's in Riverdale.

There's a Disciples house
at 290 Pine Street.

- You and Upton scoop up Keon.

We'll take down Lamar.

- Copy.
- All right.

- Mm-hmm.

- Chicago PD!

- Put your hands in the air.

- Got the stairs.
- Okay.

- Put your hands up.

I want you to take a step back

from that knife, ma'am.
- Upstairs clear.

- There's no sign
of Lamar in here.

- Run.

I got this side.
- All right, go ahead.

- Check it out.

- Go, go.

Are you kidding me?

Take the helmet off.

- Must be a stash house.

- There's got to be
at least 200 Gs here.

- Yeah, it looks that way.

- Atwater and Ruzek
are transporting

Lamar back to the District.

- All right, good.

All right, clear it out.
Log it into evidence.

This is your one
and only shot, Lamar.

- You got the wrong man.

- We have the weapon.

- And we got your cousin, Keon.

He's on audio referring
to you as the shooter.

- That's my nickname.
From when I played basketball.

- All we had to do
was offer Keon a deal, bro.

- Offer all you want.

Keon? He's old school.
He won't talk.

So y'all can kiss my ass.

- Thanks.

All right, just talked
to the lab.

Lamar's prints weren't
on the car.

- All right,
what about Finnegan?

He able to make a positive ID?

- All Finnegan said that

he can't tell
if it was the guy or not.

Honestly to me it sounds like
he didn't want

to get involve
with the gang stuff.

- We still have enough
to arrest.

- Maybe. We sure as hell don't
have enough to convict.

Our only real shot
is to flip Keon.

- Who refuses to flip.

- Well, we arrested Lamar
for both murders.

- I'll tell you this.

Cuz ain't excited
about doing no time.

- That means that he talkin'.

He is talkin'.
Man, that boy gave you up.

He said you
the real trigger man.


Yeah, it was me.

I did it on my own.

- Don't do that.

Don't eat this for him.

C'mon, bro, you...

He's supposed
to be your family.

He working your girl.

Ah, you didn't know
about Rochelle?

- She ain't my girl.
- C'mon, man.

You don't got to do that, man.
We know you like her.

I mean, we could tell
by your social media.

You like her a lot.

- Look what we found
on her Facebook page.

Looks like they've been
hanging out.

- We didn't even want
to show you those.

What happens when you
go to jail, man?

And your cousin, Rochelle, they

start doing more
than hanging out.

- Man, Lamar can have
this bitch.

I ain't talking.

- This guy's loyal.

- We just haven't found
his breaking point.

- I had a partner way back.
His kid had sickle cell.

Terrible chronic pain.

- Hm.

All right, Keon, listen.

Before we officially charge you

just want to go over
a few things.

You're gonna be in Cook County
so medical care is limited.

- But I have sickle cell.
- Yeah, I know.

That's why I'm here.

This form outlines
the medical care.

Here, just sign here
at the bottom.

All it says is that you
received a copy.

- Man, I freak out
every few months.

I mean, they're gonna take me
to the hospital, right?

- No. You're in lockup.
- Yeah.

- Yes!

- Well, you can get
some aspirin or ibuprofen.

- Yeah.
- No, I need IV Demerol.

- Right.
- Oh, man.

- Like, aspirin
don't do nothing.

Demerol's the only thing
that stops the pain.

Like, I need it.
- Okay.

Look, listen.

You're not gonna get a
Schedule II narcotic in prison.

There's no way.

- Oh, man.

- I'm sure I can figure out
a way to skirt the rules.

But you got to play ball.

- I drove the car.

All right? I drove the car.

But it's all I did.
I swear.

Look, man, I ain't never
shoot nobody.

That was all Lamar.

I swear to God.

- Talked to some sources.

The witness is real.

- How did Internal Affairs
find this guy?

- They called that tip line
Woods set up.

$5,000 reward.

- You know, it's probably
a good idea

to get Erin
on the same page.

You know...get
our stories straight.

- No. Not so sure about that.

We'll get through this.

- But like you said, everyone's
got a breaking point.

Keon's was Demerol.

Yours is Erin.