04x16 - Emotional Proximity

[bunniefuu]

Excuse me.

You know where Lexi Olinsky's room is?

It's right here.

- Sergeant.

- Chief.

- OFI has a conclusion.

- And?

That fire was intentionally set.

This was mass m*rder.

Dr.

Halstead!

Chief.

Sarge.

Lexi.

What's going on?

Do something.

Hey, watch out.

O2 sats are tanking.

She's unable to oxygenate.

- Lexi!

Hey, Lexi!

Lexi?

- Al, come here.

Come here.

- Do something.

- Al?

Al.

Hey!

Step out.

Do something, man.

Lexi!

- Come on.

- Lexi!

- Al.

- Please!

Get another blood gas, drop her tidal volume to 300, and increase her rate to 25, and up the PEEP to 10.

- Start paralytics.

50 of Atricurium.

- Lexi.

Lexi...

It's okay.

- Doc, Doc, please...

- Close that curtain.

- Scissors.

- [machine beeping]

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

- We need to release the skin.

- Chest escharotomy?

Yeah.

Scalpel.

[beeping]

Air pressures are coming down.

Sats are coming up.

All right.

Al.

How's Lexi?

Is...

is she okay?

What?

Tell me.

Tell me.

She's in critical condition.

- What?

- She's in critical condition.

[crying]

- Where is she?

- Okay, it's okay.

Can I see her?

I need to see her.

- Hey, hey.

- I need to see her.

This is Meredith, Lexi's mom.

This is Dr.

Halstead, Jay's brother.

So Lexi has burns over 60% of her body.

Ohh, what?

We had to make incisions in the b*rned area of Lexi's chest to improve her ability to breathe.

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

And you're going to save her.

Please?

We're gonna do our best.

- Oh.

- Let the man do his job.

Come on.

Take a seat.

Hey, take care of her.

You take good care of her.

Hey.

Now you find whoever set that fire, and I want him alone.

Detectives and arson investigators from across the city will not rest until the individual or individuals responsible are brought to justice.

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

I'm being told that the structure was a home to many young and talented artists.

If those responsible are watching this, they're about to feel the full strength and scope of the Chicago Police Department.

Any questions?

- Stone.

- Hey.

Antonio.

The entire State's Attorney's office and investigators are at your disposal.

- Good.

- What do you need?

Just have your people in Felony Review - ready to sign some warrants.

- Done.

Hey.

I know Detective Olinsky's daughter - is among the injured.

- Mm-hmm.

But when I get this case file, it's got to be legit, by the numbers and tight.

Hey, Sarge!

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

so we thought...

so we just pried the door open.

- And you see these scratches?

- Yeah.

Whoever did this when they exited...

they jammed these metal wedges underneath the door.

- Excuse me a sec.

- Yeah.

Sergeant.

- Chief Lugo.

- We have a task force assembled but I want you and Intelligence to run your investigation.

- Understood.

- Right.

Find the son of a bitch who did this.

[footsteps approaching]

I got a relief sergeant to cover the front desk - so I'm here to help.

- Great.

Uh, these are our 36 DOAs.

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

All right, thank you.

All right, hey, that was a parole officer in East Garfield Park.

She has an ex-con named Nathan Delano who did 18 years for arson and attempted homicide in Stateville because he lit his family on fire back in 1998.

Including three of his own children.

So this guy failed to report in yesterday.

She marked him down for the violation, but his last known address was 4133 South Wells.

That's six blocks from the Kimball Factory.

There's a active warrant out for his arrest.

Yeah.

Let's go.

Nathan Delano?

Chicago PD!

Open up!

[shotgun cocks]

5021, Ida emergency.

sh*ts fired at the police.

4133 South Ida.

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

Ready, boys?

Hey!

All right.

Many of the victims had only recently moved to Chicago.

Family members are still arriving from around the country, heartbroken, searching for answers.

[g*nshots]

Son of a bitch.

[footsteps fleeing]

Stop!

[grunts]

- Stay down!

- [panting]

Get off of me.

- Pigs!

Get off me!

- Get up.

Get up!

That's not Delano.

- Uh!

- What's your name?

Oh, no, no, no.

[grunting]

What is your problem?

Lane Cromwell.

He and Nathan Delano were cellmates - at Stateville for four years.

- Mm.

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

Louis.

He b*at a cab driver half to death.

Priors for unlawful restraint, aggravated battery, assaulting a police...

you get the idea.

Mm.

Yeah, I'm gonna head back upstairs.

- That's probably a good idea.

- Uh-huh.

You spit on that floor again, you're gonna be licking it back up, trust me.

[door closes]

Nathan Delano.

Where is he?

I know you know who I am.

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

- So save it.

- Hmm.

You got nothing to offer me.

That's a fair point.

Fair point.

But your little brother...

what's his name again?

Aaron.

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

Yeah, it says here he's in, uh, administrative segregation.

Apparently he's having some problems in gen pop.

I don't know, but, uh, judging by his intake photo, I'm guessing he's just...

just a little too fetching.

You can't touch him.

- Oh, no?

- No.

You wanna hear something really funny?

The warden at Menard used to be my Deputy Chief.

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

See, his wife, she wanted to move out to the country, so he took the warden gig and she finally got her garden.

So I'd say inside of 30 minutes, I could have your baby brother tossed in that yard like a little dog treat.

[kisses]

I don't know where Nathan is.

He packed a bag real quick and drove off two minutes before your cop buddies rolled up.

Did he torch that warehouse?

Did he torch that warehouse?

- I have no idea.

- I wasn't there and I didn't ask.

So why'd he blow off his check-in with his parole officer yesterday?

He'd been using.

He knew he wouldn't pass the piss test, so we were gonna skip town.

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

Okay, what's he driving?

What's he driving?

Suit yourself.

A '94 green Toyota.

Stolen out of Wisconsin.

Copy that.

Thanks.

Okay, Sarge, we got a statewide BOLO out there on Delano and the stolen Toyota.

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

The warehouse was without any residential permits, so there's no records, no lease agreements, no video cameras and the person who knew the most was the owner, Barry Kimball, who sh*t himself in the face yesterday at Firehouse 51.

Right, Delano's previous arson, he tried to k*ll his own family members.

So it's a good bet if he's behind this one, he has some personal connection to someone inside.

Hey, this is interesting.

Barry Kimball took out additional commercial property insurance on the warehouse six months ago.

He doubled his policy.

Insurance scam?

Somehow crosses paths with Delano and then gets him to torch the place.

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

- We can check his apartment.

- Do it.

She almost came home.

We had lunch last week.

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

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

And so I went back that next day and she had her bag packed.

So I opened the car door but, uh, she just shook her head.

She was crying.

You know, she couldn't leave him.

"He needs me, Dad." [sighs]

This is a nightmare.

Yeah, for a lot of people.

Barry was just trying to help.

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

You know, they made a community there.

Do either of these men look familiar to you?

No.

Why did Barry take out extra insurance on the warehouse - six months ago?

- I don't know.

He kept me out of that stuff.

When he k*lled himself at the firehouse, he had an unregistered g*n.

Why would he be walking around with that?

He was being threatened.

- By who?

- He didn't say, but he started to get really paranoid.

Threatened about what?

Money.

I don't know.

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

Okay, Stacia, I'm gonna ask you something and I'm only gonna ask once.

Do you know who was after your boyfriend or who could have started that fire?

No.

Okay.

Keep your phone on.

Don't leave town.

We'll be in touch.

Yeah.

[computer beeping]

I got a hit.

I ran the Wisconsin plate on Delano's stolen Toyota through NVLS plate reader and got two consecutive hits, both indicating the 3400 block of Pulaski.

All right, Lindsay and Halstead should be right there.

- Have them respond.

- Yeah.

Here.

- [g*nshots]

- [grunting, shouting]

Get out of the way!

[grunts]

- [grunts]

- [horn blaring]

Stop, police!

[tires screeching]

5021 George.

Armed offender fleeing westbound on 29th Street.

Get me some cars!

Out of the way!

[grunts]

Do not move!

Let go of the g*n.

Let go of the g*n.

Let it go!

5021 George.

sh*ts fired by the police.

Offender is down.

4000 block of West 29th Street.

- Roll an ambulance.

- Copy that.

Ambulance on the way.

5021 George's other half...

can you tell that ambulance to kick it in the ass, please?

Hey, partner, are you all right?

Jay, are you there?

Yeah, I'm fine.

- 5021, squad be advised...

- You're gonna be okay.

Offender didn't make it.

Copy that, 5021 George.

We'll notify coroner.

- Hey.

- Oh, I got something.

We were able to pull some video off one of the phones recovered from the warehouse.

[indistinct chatter]

[expl*si*n booming]

[screaming]

Okay, back it up.

That guy was leaving fast.

Stop.

Zoom in.

That's our k*ller.

Yep.

We're up to 38.

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

which we measured at the warehouse...

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

And how tall was Delano?

Oh, Delano was a little over six feet.

[cell phone buzzing]

Hey, guys, um, so there's gonna be a candlelight vigil tonight at the warehouse.

At 8:00, FYI.

So the block the warehouse is on.

Strings signify security cameras from private companies and what angles they access.

All right, I want footage going back one month.

And I want access to all these cameras.

- All right.

- [phone chimes]

Hey, it's my C.I.

I'll be right back.

- What's up, man?

- What you got for me?

Yeah, man, you know the dude who owned - the warehouse, Kimball?

- Yeah.

You know, we know each other 'cause I used to supply some folks who live in the warehouse.

Right, right, right.

I understand that, Rashad.

That's why I called you.

Well, he hit me up a couple weeks ago.

Wanted me to take care of a situation for him.

You know, turns out, these dudes were trying to shake him for some money.

Wanted me to step in, intervene, - you know, do my thing.

- Okay, wait, wait.

When did I ask you for information - about the warehouse, Rashad?

- This morning.

Honestly, I think somewhere down the line, a miscommunication developed between us and I take full responsibility for that.

I get it.

But I'ma clarify for you right now.

We in business, together.

You work for me.

You understand that?

You give me information, I give you cash and keep your ass out of jail.

- Yes or no?

- Yes.

Of course.

Thirty-eight people d*ed, Rashad.

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

I swear on everything I love, if that happens again, your life is gonna change.

- Do you copy me?

- Copy.

Now, you were saying.

Look, this dude named K.D.

was trying to shake Kimball down, man.

- Mm-hmm.

- That's all he told me.

I never saw the dude.

Just told me to be ready.

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

[alarm sounding]

She's bradying down.

Milligram of Atropine.

It's not working.

Get one of Epi.

Heart rate, 20.

She's a peri-arrest.

Stats are down to single digits.

[flatline sounding]

- I can't get a pulse.

- Asystole!

Get on her chest.

Start CPR.

- Another dose of Epi, now.

- [machine beeping]

[speaking indistinctly]

I'll be right back.

Will.

Now, I've had to give a lot of notifications to family over the years, so I know how hard it is.

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

All right?

Okay, so...

is Lexi gonna make it?

Her heart already stopped.

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

She's in multi-organ failure.

There's just nothing more we can do.

I'm so sorry, Al.

[flatline sounding]

Lexi d*ed 20 minutes ago.

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

Till then, what do we got?

- Mm?

- Uh...

yeah.

Right...

yeah.

Um...

The lab did an enhancement on the suspect leaving the warehouse.

They were able to identify the logo on the right shoulder of the suspect's jacket.

The brand is ForeRange.

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

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

They're sending me the last six months of security footage and all their cash and their credit card transactions.

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

Yeah, we got 85 registered g*ng bangers with those initials in our database.

And I cross-referenced the initials K.D.

with everyone who's contacted Kimball's phone.

Nothing.

These are all in-service calls and any paper generated on the warehouse.

Most of the calls came from the same landline.

Same woman.

Claire Burke.

She's made over 40 suspicious persons calls.

The last was three nights ago and she lives down the block from the warehouse.

You and Jay.

This is how it always happens.

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

Uh, Detectives Lindsay and Halstead.

- Are you Claire Burke?

- Yes.

And before you leave, I wanna get the correct spelling of your names, your badge numbers, and what unit you're assigned to.

Not a problem, ma'am.

We're here about the warehouse fire.

The gentleman who owned it was named Barry...

I know who he is.

And he packed them damn kids in there like sardines.

Treated them about as good, too.

Did you notice anything the night of the fire?

- Anything suspicious?

- The night before, I did.

- Okay.

- Barry had been having this heated conversation with another man, right down the street.

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

This man kept thumping Barry's chest like this.

And I told that old hair bag Officer Keating when he finally showed up 45 minutes later.

But did Officer Keating follow up with me?

Hell no.

Okay, any other details about the man?

White gentleman.

Brown hair.

A little shorter than you, looked like...

How much shorter?

Oh, so you interrupt people.

- Sorry, ma'am.

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

But he was in his 20s, though.

And I got his license plate number.

- Wrote it down.

- Really?

Any chance you have security cameras?

What am I?

Fort Knox?

No, I don't have any damn security cameras.

But I got eyeballs.

And that guy had been by here three times to talk to Barry.

He was bringing nothing but bad news.

Next thing you know, 39 young people get called home way before their time.

I'll go get you that license plate number.

Appreciate it.

Boss, ran the plate.

Came back to a Kade Davis.

- Kade Davis?

- Yeah.

26 years old, 5'8, 170 pounds.

No criminal history, though.

- Get a photo array together.

- Okay.

Him.

No doubt in my mind.

Thank you very much for your help.

Finally, a cop does something in this city.

Lock him into the area, dump his phone, run his vehicle.

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

Al.

We're so sorry.

Thanks.

Well, listen.

Let's get you home.

- Be with Meredith.

- No.

Alvin, do you wanna get some coffee?

Or maybe talk to the chaplain or...

or Peer Support?

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

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

But it's nothing rock solid yet.

Okay.

Yeah.

- Hi, how are you?

- I'm great.

Thanks for asking.

Do you have a reservation?

It's all good.

I'm looking for the Davis party and I'm wondering if they're here.

- Yes.

- Don't look.

Just tell me where they are.

By the window.

He's having dinner with a pretty Asian woman.

Thank you.

Stay right here.

- Kade Davis.

- Can I help you?

Yeah.

You need to stand up for me.

I'd like to know what this is about.

- What's the problem here?

- Back up.

- We can keep this civil.

- I'm not going anywhere...

The hell do you think you're doing?

Hands up.

- Huh.

- [laughs]

- [handcuffs ratcheting]

- Where you taking me?

Where do you think?

Move your ass.

- [chuckles]

- Let's ride.

Al.

Al!

- What?

- Hey.

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

I'm just gonna watch, man.

Hang back.

No, but just...

Look, the observation room, that's it.

I got it.

Come on, man.

Huh.

Quite the family tree you got.

[door closes]

So your Uncle Patty, he was a Ward Superintendant till he got swept up in Operation Silver Shovel for felony theft and racketeering.

The paperwork says he flipped on a couple of aldermen for a reduction in sentence.

Your cousin, Finn.

One time city inspector.

He got pinched for bribes, money laundering, threatening a witness.

What am I doing here?

Barry Kimball.

Don't know him.

Hmm.

So...

you're gonna deny to my face knowing or interacting with Barry Kimball, whose warehouse got torched.

That's what I said.

[grunts]

Here's what I think went down: You tried to squeeze money out of Kimball.

Told him you'd rat him out to the city 'cause you have connections.

And he refused to pay or he stopped paying.

So you went back to your dirtbag relatives for advice and they told you you had to get tough.

So you went back to that warehouse during that rave and you torched that place.

I...

Kid...

if the next thing out of your face is, "I don't know Barry Kimball," we're gonna go for a ride.

All right.

I squeezed Kimball for money.

He wouldn't pay.

And yeah, I had people in my ear telling me what the next level should be, but it wasn't arson.

And no way did I light that place up.

I didn't start that fire.

You look all you want.

[clattering]

Yeah, your brother operated on Lexi.

So please tell him I said thanks.

I know he gave it everything he had.

- I will.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

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

Search his apartment.

Let's tie him - to that brown ForeRange jacket.

- Okay.

That was patrol.

Tamra Collins just woke up in the ICU at Med.

And she wants to talk.

All right.

Kim, you go with.

Oh.

Sweetheart, the police are here.

Hi, Tamra.

My name is Erin Lindsay and Kim Burgess is here, as well.

You had something you wanted to tell us.

Yes.

I was there at the rave.

And this guy stood...

stood next to me.

He was wearing a dark jacket and a...

and a hat.

And he was holding a paper bag.

He walked over to the side and he...

he dropped the paper bag on the floor.

And then stepped on it.

Then he kicked it behind the couch.

He...

he started to walk away and then the bag burst into flames.

Do you remember anything else about him?

Uh, he was a little bit taller than me.

So, 5'8, maybe.

And a white guy.

In his 20s.

He had a...

a silver skull ring on his right hand.

I...

I noticed it when he wiped his eyebrow.

That's really good.

Is there anything else, or...

Yeah, he...

he had blue eyes.

Blue?

Are you sure?

[crying]

When he looked at me, it was like he was looking right through me.

Thank you.

All right, we're looking for a male, white, 20-25, owns a brown ForeRange cargo jacket.

He wears a silver skull ring on his right hand, he's about 5'8, and he has blue eyes.

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

All DMV, city, county, and state employees, anyone with a public record.

Kick Kade Davis?

Charge him with the g*n first.

So we're nowhere.

You got that vigil in an hour, Sarge.

All right, everybody get ready.

I've got someone.

Male, white, dark beanie, moving to my right.

- That one, there.

- Right there.

Halstead, coming to you, brother.

Headed north.

I got eyes.

He's going westbound down the alley.

Yeah, you can stop right there.

[g*n cocks]

Put him in the cage.

Dylan Oates, 22.

He's got an apartment on 8th.

Call Felony Review, get a warrant.

Chicago PD!

It's clear.

Clear.

Jay.

In here.

Metal wedges.

[sighs]

I work with a detective...

I mean, he's a...

he's a really good friend of mine.

You k*lled his daughter in that fire.

I mean, I knew her her whole life.

She was...

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

I mean, she just...

she had a glow.

A chief at CFD, he told me arsonists like to return to the scene of the crime, but I had a real strong hunch you would anyway.

Because I know this crime was personal.

You wanted to hurt someone 'cause someone hurt you.

Tell me if I'm wrong.

[grunts]

Tell me if I'm wrong!

So who was it?

Hmm?

Who pissed you off, huh?

Who broke your little heart?

I have the right to remain silent.

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

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

Believe me.

Or you're gonna feel pain like you never imagined was possible.

- I have the right to remain...

- Which you have!

- Al, Al, Al!

Al, come on, Al.

- Get off me!

- Come on, let me...

- Come on, Al!

- Get off me!

Get off me!

- Al.

Al!

Come on, man!

- Get off me.

Come on.

- Al, come on, man.

- Get off me!

- Hey, it's okay, we're good.

- Door's locked, we're good.

- Hank, take a walk, man.

- Give me the keys.

- Al.

- Give me the keys!

- Al, listen to me.

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

- No, we're not!

- Yes, we are!

- No, we're not.

- Look, it's k*lling me.

- But it's the only way, Al.

- Hey, when Justin was k*lled, what did you do?

Huh?

Would you have let anybody stop you if they tried?

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

Oh, so you don't think that they'd be happy to hear that this animal was dredged out of the river?

I don't know that!

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

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

- Give me the keys.

- I can't do that, Al, - I'm sorry.

- I'm warning you, man.

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

- Go ahead.

- [door opens]

Al.

Heard you had a suspect.

Wanted to check in.

- There he is.

- He confessed.

- Okay.

To who?

- Me.

[indistinct chatter, jeering]