Chicago P.D. (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 10 - Shouldn't Have Been Alone - full transcript

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- 15 years ago, you're a girl
barely surviving on the street.

Now you're being courted
by the feds.

I'm proud of you, erin.

- Imagine how heartbroken
you'd be

Not seeing my smiling face
every day.

- It's her.
- Her who?

- My ex-partner, jenn cassidy.

- Heard a lot about you.

- How did we break up
and just two weeks later

You're engaged?
- Just shut up!



- I put just as much of myself
into this job--

[doorbell rings]
[gunshot]

- Here, put pressure on this.
- Okay.

- Press, press!
- I got it. I got it.

- 10-1, 10-1! Shots fired
at 3316 west 21st street.

My partner's been shot!

- She's losing a lot of blood.
I can't tell where she's hit.

- Put pressure!

- Go!
- You got no cover.

- Go!

How long on that ambulance?

I got an officer
in bad shape here.

- [over radio]
bus is 3 minutes out.

- No, that's understood.
Yeah, copy.



Halstead, get back upstairs,

Get voight.
- What's going on?

- Burgess was shot,
condition unknown.

Go get your sergeant
down here now!

[gate beeps, buzzes]

[wood creaks]

- [coughs]

[thrash metal music]

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[siren blares]

- Kim!
- She's nonresponsive.

Struck her head on the fall.

Offender shot through
the front door.

- Where's roman?
- Inside.

He went after the shooter.
Patrolmen are locking down

The street.
[gunshot]

- Hold here.
Stand down!

[music continues blasting]

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- Sarge!

- Roman!

- The whole damn house
is rigged!

- Where's the shooter?

- Huh?!
- Shooter?!

- No, there's no shooter!

I don't know what happened.

[music stops]

I entered the room and stepped
through that tripwire,

Which is rigged to that thing.

I got low
and triggered the device.

There's a body in the tub.

It's--it's dissolved.

- You need medical attention?

- Stay out of the house!
Get everyone across the street!

- Copy that, sarge.

- Hold on.

This is sergeant voight.

Advise patrol
to evacuate the block.

Dispatch bomb squad
and forensics.

I'm initiating a plan one.

Roman.
- Copy that, sarge.

- Yeah?

- Are you all right?

- I'm good. Let's go.

[police radio chatter]

- Hey, i want two cars escorting
that ambulance to chicago med.

- On it.

Ruzek, stay here.
You're inside.

- Hey, adam, listen--

- I'll get the particulars
later, just--

House is owned by
luther markov.

- Yeah.
- We gotta roll.

[siren blares]

- No, we don't know yet.

Just get all available officers
over to ogden and shut it down.

- Can you hear me?

[siren blares]

- 4-inch laceration
to the back of the head.

Possible broken humerus.

Gunshot wounds to the left side.
Can't find an exit wound.

Could have a pierced lung.

- Get her to trauma bay one.

Prep her for ct.
Call x-ray.

- You were at the scene?
- Yeah. She's my partner.

- You know what i'm gonna find?
- I dunno--looked like birdshot.

I don't know what the hell
that was,

But i gotta find out
who did this.

District will send people.

- Then i'll wait
till they get here.

We shouldn't have been
scrapping.

We should have been
at that door.

- I want you not to be here
when i come back.

We're bad luck, jenn.

My partner doesn't need you
here,

And i sure as hell don't wanna
see you again, not tonight.

- Hey, sean.

- Yeah, bomb unit did a sweep
of the place.

Back door was linked to
an improvised napalm grenade.

- I thought you were officially
detailed to task force.

- I pushed it a day.

Shooter was waiting
for her here.

- There was no shooter.

- No shooter?
Who pulled the trigger?

- The buzzer was rigged
to the trigger of the gun.

Burgess depresses the button...

- So our killer is what, some
kind of brilliant tech whiz?

- Don't give him
too much credit.

It'll only disappoint you
when we catch him.

- How do you let this psycho
get the jump on you twice, huh?

- Freak had a tripwire.
- Yeah, we saw.

- You found the sensor
in the bathroom?

- No, let's see it.

- There are some unique
compounds in the acid.

This wasn't store-bought.

- If it's something exotic,
we can trace the purchase.

How long to i.D. The body?

- We assumed it was the owner
of the house.

- It's this tile right here.

Are his teeth intact?
- Gone-zo.

- It's a weight sensor.

- So the way this goes is
i enter, i step on that thing,

The music starts blasting
in the bedroom.

I go to turn the music off,

And that's when i trip
the shotgun rig.

- And the homeowner's on
a person of interest list.

We got mr. Unidentified
taking a bath.

This nut knew we were coming.

He wanted to hurt cops.

- Hey, guys.
- Hey.

- Hey.

[monitor beeping]

- Agent lang,
did you get my text?

- I was expecting you
at task force today.

- A patrolman in our district
was shot.

- I heard.

- I need to see this through.

I don't expect you guys
to wait for me.

- This guy you're going after--

You need help on the federal
side, just reach out.

I want him caught
for what he did

And then i want you
on my team.

- Thank you.

- You wanted to see me.

- Yeah.

You know why you're up here,
roman?

- Because i screwed up.

- You're up here
because you're the real police.

Look, i wasn't at the scene,

But i know that you did all
you coulda done.

Look, this is how
you make it up to her--

You take down the guy
who hurt her.

- Thank you, sergeant.

- You can leave the door open.

- They took three pellets
out of her chest.

No internal damage, so that's--
that's good.

They left two in her arm.
I guess it's in a safe position,

Whatever the hell that means.
- Well, she's tough, that one.

But she'd want you focused
right here, okay,

So let's--
let's get to work.

- Positive i.D. On our victim
in the tub--

Luther markov, 73 years old.

Retired dean of psychology
at central chicago university.

He's divorced.
Family isn't local.

Nothing in his background.
He was a model citizen.

- Well, what about
the political connection,

The bulgarian embassy?

That's how we ended up at
his door in the first place.

- I sent his blog to a contact
at the fbi

To do a threat assessment.

Yeah, i know.
I'm all fancy now.

For what it's worth, i don't
think the politics is related.

- This murder was vicious.

It's not a robbery.
It's something personal.

- Oh, sarge, i ran the plate
on the victim's vehicle.

Nothing matched--make, model,
vin number. Nothing.

- Someone swapped
his license plate.

- That's what i'm saying.
- Whose tags are they?

- Registered to a travis webber.

A meth-head
with multiple drug cases,

Typical burglary arrests.

- Maybe he broke in, killed
the old man, rigged the house.

- I don't know, man.
He doesn't sound that clever.

I mean, why bother going through
all that trouble in the house

And then leaving your plates
behind?

- Let's ask him.

- Well, he lives
in portage park,

Works at a bike shop nearby.
- All right, we'll split up.

Lindsay, halstead, ruzek--
we'll check his work.

Whoa. Whoa.

We're knocking his door down,

We're doing it
with the bomb unit.

Halstead, go around the back.

How you doin', ray?

- Hank.

- So are we crazy here?
- I don't know yet.

We ran an rf scan
with the spectrum analyzer--

Picking up some radio activity
in the shop.

We need a visual.

- Well, let me take a look.

- Yeah, just--

- My hands are steady.

- Yeah, he's good.

- Everybody get low.

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- It looks like the same setup
from the house.

- There's no doorbell.

- All right, hold up.

Uh, okay, nobody move.
- What is it?

- It's a vibration sensor
on the back of the door.

Just, you know, don't move.

- Back door's clear.

- Stand down.
Nobody goes till i say so.

- Copy that, sarge.

- Hey.

What do ya got?
Back door's covered.

- Another shotgun rig, same kind
that took burgess down.

- It's gonna take a while
to disable.

- Get your shields.

- Should do it.

- All right, here we go.

[gunshot]

- Police!
Search warrant!

- All right, let's go.

Body!

- Travis webber?
- Yeah, looks like.

- Spoke to our victim's wife?
- Yeah, shauna webber.

She's in there right now.
Says her husband's a saint.

How he can't change
a light bulb.

- She doesn't think
he was our mastermind.

- No, she does not.

- Why don't i believe you,
shauna?

- What are you asking?

Did travis kill someone?
No way.

- Why was his license plate
on a car we found

At a murder scene last night?
- I have no idea.

- All right,
where was he last night?

- We went bowling.
I rolled a 168.

- Help us connect the dots.

The first murder
led us right to travis's door.

- He ever mention
the other victim?

Luther markov, older guy,
psych professor.

- We had dinner with luther
two weeks ago.

Luther works with travis's dad.
They're friends.

He--he's--

- He was killed.

Who's travis's father?

- You shouldn't have.
- Yeah.

You know,
it's to remember us by.

You know,

There was a time
when this thing

Was my closest friend.

Used to take her out
on stakeouts.

- Different rules back then.

- Well, same rules,
just different coppers.

Sterilized it for you.

- Dr. Isaac webber,

Professor of psychology
at central chicago university.

- The first victim we found
was webber's mentor,

Lifelong friends.

- Can't be a coincidence that
his mentor and his son

Both wind up dead
inside 24 hours.

- It's not a coincidence.
The son's license plate

Was found at the murder scene.
- Right, but his prints weren't.

- We recovered two shotguns.
Both had defaced serial numbers

And no ballistic matches.

- The liquid in the tub was
homemade nitric acid,

And victim had been in there
for two days.

Then all of a sudden
outta the blue,

We get called to the house
to do a spot check?

Come on.
There were no mistakes.

Someone wanted to link
travis webber to that murder.

That license plate was planted.
- Hold on. Hold on.

I got something.
- This is a restraining order

Webber took out against
one of his students.

Kid named spencer york.

- Let's get him down here.

I wanna know where he's been
the last two days.

- Excuse me, we're looking for
dr. Webber's class.

- Found it. I'm abby.
I'm his teaching assistant.

He was late,
so i canceled class.

- Did he call in today?
Did he e-mail you?

- Uh, no.
Is something wrong?

- Do you know
a spencer york?

- We're both getting
our doctorate degrees

Or, he was,
until he cracked up.

- Cracked up?
- Yeah. He--

Here, i have a video.

Three weeks ago, spencer was
defending his thesis.

He'd been spiraling
for months--

Untreated bipolar disorder,
he wasn't sleeping.

I heard dr. Webber took out
a restraining order

After the...Meltdown.

- Your inabilities
to follow my notes

Have everything to do with
your mental capacity

And nothing to do with
my research or my notes

Or anything like--
don't interrupt me!

Isaac, i need you
to understand

Because you somehow can't get it
through your head that this--

- Sir, calm down.
- Don't touch me!

Don't touch--

Isaac. Isaac! This isn't--
i wasn't finished, isaac!

- Spencer's thesis was titled
spheres of influence,

How one person can transfer
psychic trauma onto another.

- So now he's trying to finish
his thesis in the real world?

- Yeah, sure.
York gets booted outta school,

Decides to take it out
on his old professor.

- Only he doesn't attack him.

- He attacks the people
in his sphere.

First webber's mentor.
- Then, his son.

- Dr. Webber was
a father figure,

Or spencer wanted him to be.

- [sighs]
so who's next in his sphere?

- I mean, his wife's
the logical answer,

If logic is applicable here.
Thank you.

We gotta get to york's.

I'm gonna have voight track down
dr. Webber.

- "mayor emanuel"?

Pfft!
Jeez, moving up in the world.

- Hey, sarge.

[sighs]
they took her back to the o.R.

She was developing compartment
syndrome or something.

So they had to release
some pressure.

- Two surgeries in one day?

- Yeah.

- Third one gets you
free toppings.

Sorry.

It's really good
you're here.

- [sighs]

- You know i got shot
in the ass, right?

Sure, you tell people
it's the hip,

The lower, lower back side
of the hip,

But i got shot in the ass.

- Jeez,
i'm sorry to hear that.

- Well, it was different,
being a lady police.

They didn't want you,
a lot of guys.

So when i woke up,
no one was there.

Dawson was interrogating
the jagoff that shot me.

Interrogating.
Broke his jaw.

I understood this,

But when you're waking up...

I shouldn't have been alone.

[cell phone buzzes]

- They're closing in
on a suspect.

- Hey, if you can help find
this guy, go.

- You'd stay?

- They'd have to drag me away.

Plus, you know, they got,
like, five hbos here.

- Thank you, sarge.
- Yeah.

- Hey, how's burgess?

- She's great. Great.
Just a little follow-up thing.

- Okay. York's got the second
floor unit.

Everybody look sharp.

[step creaks, car alarm blares]

- I'll check it out.

- What is it?

- This step is loose.

- Oh.
- That's it.

We need to call the bomb unit.

This whole place
could be rigged.

- There could be hostages
inside.

- Are we going
or are we waiting?

- I'm gonna call the bomb unit.

- Ruzek!

No!

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- [groaning]

- You okay?
- Yeah. You?

- Yeah.

- You okay?
- Yeah, we're okay.

- The car was rigged.

- I know, that's why i yelled,
"ruzek, no."

- So now you're
johnny on the spot.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- What do you think it means?

What happened last night?
- Hey, man, what's your problem?

- I'm not gonna hit you.
- Hey, i might hit one of you!

Same team, guys.
Come on.

- Ruzek, take a walk.
- Come on.

- Take a walk!

Hey, we gotta check
the building for victims.

- We gotta get the bomb unit
out here first

And crowd control.

- Halstead. Thank god.

Hey, isaac webber turned up.

York had him tied up,
but he's fine.

Antonio and olinsky
are headed over there now.

Thanks.

- Hey, jay.
- Yeah.

- Don't look now...Behind us,
there's a guy watching.

- Shaved head, tan jacket?
- Yeah.

- I knew spencer was unwell.

I should have done more,
but he was lost in his work.

He was fixated on it.

- He indicate
where he was headed?

- No, he came here,
he tied me up. He had a gun.

He was nonverbal.
He was muttering.

He's in a schizophrenic state.
He's paranoid.

- Isaac, where's your wife
right now?

- Susannah? Why?
- Is she at work?

- I-i don't know.
She went to meet a client.

She left and--i don't remember--
you think york when after her?

- Hey, slow down.
Where was she headed?

- I don't know!

- Where you going, spencer?

You've been busy.

Two bodies we found so far.

How many more
are we gonna find?

- We also found
your fingerprints

At both crime scenes.

We have you on video
at radioshack buying wiring

And transmitting devices.

- You can't put the house
back together.

- Uh-huh.
Where is susannah webber?

You didn't run,

So you wanted to be caught?

Tell us where she is.

- Your father died
when you were a kid.

That right, spencer?

Dr. Webber, he was like
a father figure.

Only he let you twist
when your mind went.

That's cruel.

That musta hurt.

But, spencer,
if you think that hurt,

If you think
that's real pain,

You keep ignoring us.

'cause either you're gonna tell
us or we're gonna find her,

And i hope for your sake
that when we do, she's alive!

So where is she?

Where's susannah webber?

- You can't put the house
back together.

- Still no leads on
susannah webber's location.

- No, we pinged her phone,
got no response.

I checked with her client--
she missed their meeting.

- All right, so he makes it
in the big city

On a professor's salary.

She looks expensive to maintain.
How does that work?

- Makes her own money.
She flips high-end houses.

Sold this one for 4.2 million
last year.

- York isn't finished, okay?
He planned all this.

If we caught him that easy,

It's 'cause there's something
else he wants us to find.

- Well, he wants to break
his old mentor.

So where'd he stash
this guy's wife?

Where's he leading us next?
- And what's with the number?

- The sole contents
of the wallet

We pulled off spencer york.
Hazard a guess.

[telephone rings]

- Untraceable, unlisted,
unhelpful.

It's a weird one.

- All right,
i'll be right there.

Boss.
- Go.

- You have reached
a nonworking number.

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- Sleeping beauty still awaits
true love's kiss.

- How'd you know about us
anyway?

- I passed the detective exam
twice

In my storied career
at the police, you know.

- You didn't, like,
tell anyone?

- I detest gossip of any kind.
Abhor it.

This was bought
out of desperation.

I plan on billing
the department.

- [moans]

- Hey.

- Hey, i'm here, too.

- I'll come back.

Burgess, next time,
little tip from a superior.

Duck.

- That's great advice, sergeant.

- Oh, no, i think--
- take this off.

- Let me help you.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- How ya feeling?

- I feel like a--like--
like a puppet

Who someone else
is making talk.

How long was i out?

- Well, the doctor
had to take you back

And get those pellets
outta your arm.

You remember you were shot?

- What?
I was shot?

What year is this?

Who is the president?
What is the internet?

- You are very funny.

I'm not strong enough
to be messed with right now.

- Hey.

You were worried about me.

- You have no idea.

- It's okay.

- I love you, you know?

- I love you, too.

- Well, we have that in common.

- [laughs]
yes.

- Yes.

- We tried communicating
with york.

We're not getting anything.

- He kept repeating
the same thing.

Maybe it means something
to you.

"you can't put the house
back together."

- Look, he killed my son.
My wife is missing.

I have no idea what
that phrase means.

Is it a clue?
I don't know.

That falls under your purview.

- A guy comes to me, wants me
to help him find his wife,

Usually he can't stop talking.

Every little detail
he thinks might help.

You're saying very little,
professor.

- We need to know everything.

Even if it's something
you don't want to talk about.

- 25 years of marriage,
things--

She was having an affair.
With a client.

I don't know his name.
I didn't want to know.

- A client.

She was building a house
for him.

- Ha.
- [sighs]

We've been trying to figure out
where york would take your wife.

If he knows about the affair,
he could be trying to expose it

To shame you.

- We need the address of every
project your wife is working on.

Thanks, bro.

Hey, should i expect ruzek
at some point?

- Well, i talked to him.

Uh, burgess is, uh...

I told him to stay with her.

- Come on.
You're not gonna miss this.

- I'm moving to the task force.

- There's, like, a silent
"up" there.

It's like moving up
to a task force.

- No, i'm saying,
they see action.

It's not like it's the last time
i'm gonna put on a vest.

- No, it's just the last time

I'm gonna help you
get it on right.

- Chicago police!

Woman: Help me, please!
- How long till the bomb unit?

- They're five minutes out.
- Help!

- It's open.

- He knew we were coming.

- We gonna wait
for the bomb squad?

- Help! Help!

- Wait here
until they roll up.

If we're all still here.

- Chicago police!
- Up here!

- It's clear.

[crying]
oh, god. Oh, god.

Oh, god.

[woman continues crying]

- It's okay.

It's okay.

It's susannah, right?
- Yes.

He taped a bomb to my chest.

- Susannah, we have
the bomb squad on their way.

Take a couple deep breaths,
okay?

- Please hurry!
There's a timer!

I don't know how much time
is left! Please.

- All right, now listen to me.
- Please hurry.

- You saw the timer or he
told you there was a timer?

[opera music]
- [screams]

♪ ♪

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[opera music continues]

♪ ♪

[walkie-talkie chirps]
- what the hell was that?

- I don't want anyone else
coming up here.

- The bomb squad just rolled up.

- Keep 'em there.

- Dwyer, it's rigged.

- [sighs]

- Now what?!

[music stops]

- [cries]
oh, god. Oh, god.

- He's messing with us.

- It was another trick.

Is dwyer there?

- I'm here, hank.
Tell me what you see.

- I got c-4 taped to her body.

He set up this whole--
this whole perimeter around her.

- Okay. I need you
to find the trigger.

I'm showing no receivers
or transmitters checking in,

So it's either on the bomb
or it's wired to it.

Now, can you get past
the perimeter?

- We can only get so far.

- He put something
on my back.

He--he taped something
to my back.

- Could be the trigger.

- Yeah, just...

Watch your step.

- No.

- Susannah, right here.

It's okay.

Right here, attagirl.

Right here.

- [sobs]
oh, god, no. No!

- Susannah.
- No!

- Susannah, look at me.

Susannah, i need you
to stay still.

You gotta try to relax.
Just breathe.

- No, no, no, no.
God, no, no, no, no.

He said--he said--
oh, god.

- Attagirl, right here.

Look at me.

- Oh, no, no, no.
- Shh.

- Oh, god.

- Sergeant dwyer,
it's detective halstead.

I don't think
it's on a trigger.

It's on a timer.

The phone number we took off
spencer york--

We triggered the thing.

Or i did.
I-i called that number.

- Yeah, that's possible.

- So how do we turn it off?

- You turn it off.

- That's it?

- No, first i want you to pull
the detonators out of the c-4.

[susannah whimpers]

- So these things are here
just to scare us.

- No, that's not
what he said.

- Halstead.
- Yeah.

- You got this?

- Yeah, i got this.

Susannah, i need you
to stay really still.

- Don't! No.
We're all gonna die! Oh, no!

- Hey, look at me.
No one's gonna die.

Just sit tight. Hey, look at me.
- Oh, my god.

- Look at me.
No one's gonna die.

You just sit tight, okay?
- [sobs]

- [whispers]
on three.

One...

- No.
- Two.

Three.

- [screams]

No!
- Susannah, please.

Please, see, it's okay.
- No, no, no, no.

- Just stay still.
- No. No, he said--he said--

He said no!
No, no, don't.

- Just stay still.
- He said--

He said
there was a trigger.

- Okay, shh.

- Right here.
- Oh, my god...

- Look at me. Hey, hey.
You're with me.

We're gonna be okay.
- Oh, god.

- Just look at me.

- Just don't move, okay?

All right, you got it?
- Yeah. Just sit tight.

- All right. Okay, okay.
Okay, okay.

All right, don't move.

- [sobbing]

- You got it?
- It's over.

All right, it's okay.

It's okay.
- [sighs]

- [sobbing]
- shh.

Shh, okay.

Okay, it's all right.

Here, cut these.
- Yeah.

- Hey.

- Oh.

- Ugh.

Two glazed
and a maple bar.

I'd get rid of one of those
before that animal comes to.

- I would have gotten dressed.
I would have...

- Oh, please.
- Gotten dressed.

- You look great.
Really.

Healthy.

- Mm-hmm.

Both: [laugh]

- Gotta tell me what
it feels like sometime,

You know,
catching all that lead.

Never had the pleasure.

- Feels lucky.

- Yeah, maybe.
- Mm-hmm.

- Cpd is a funny place.

Don't always get it right,

But when you get shot...

Your next position
is up to you.

Ordinarily, i don't allow
for relationships in my unit,

But in this case,

I'm willing
to make an exception.

Lindsay's spot's open.

You two think
you can handle it...

It's yours.

- I don't even--
- [laughs]

- Thank you, sir.
Sergeant, i--

- Burgess, just rest.

Think about it.

- Okay.

- Are you talking to somebody?

- To--

Yeah, just, um,
one of the nurses.

- Is everything all right?

- Yeah, everything's--
go back to sleep.

- You sure?
- Yes. Go back to sleep.

- All right.

- You got company at your 9.

She a friendly?

- I gotta take slayer
to the park to run him around.

You can join
if you're free.

- Think he understands
where he's going?

- Mental health department
can explain it to him.

He's all theirs
till the trial.

- I just hope
he does his time.

- He'll do it.

If he knows where he's at
while he's doing it,

He's got better doctors
than i do.

You can't stay away,
can you?

- What?

I forgot something.

You did run outta here
pretty quick

When i told everybody
i was taking the new gig.

- You wanted a good-bye hug.

- That is not
what i'm saying.

- Hey, it's okay to admit
that you're losing sleep

Without a good-bye hug.

Come here.

I'm gonna miss you.

- [winces]