Chicago Justice

What can you tell us about him?

His name is Dylan Oates. He's 22 years old.

- We heard he confessed. - No comment.

Why'd he do it, Mr. Stone?

Pyromaniacs don't need a reason.

The fact is, Mr. Oates has asserted

his Fifth Amendment rights,

so I haven't spoken to him as of yet.

But he's the guy?

Yes, he is.

- Does he have an attorney? - Is he from Chicago?

Officer Stone, does he have a record?

We don't usually get to see you

at a bond hearing, Mr. Stone.

But this isn't your garden variety homicide.

Where's your attorney, son?

I don't have one.

Excuse me, judge, but this is just about

whether or not I get bail, right?

That is correct.

Then it doesn't really matter, does it?

- I waive counsel. - Hang him!

- Burn him! - You killed my boy!

No bail it is.

Next case.

See you in hell!

You don't want to know how many cases

with confessions I've seen crash and burn.

You may want to add this to the pile.

Voight says he confessed.

But you have your doubts.

Haven't heard from Dawson yet,

but Olinsky's kid died in the fire.

But a girl did ID the suspect.

- She saw him set the fire? - Yes.

And she picked him out of a lineup?

She's having trouble with her vision.

But she described his ring and his coat.

He was wearing both when he was arrested.

- Why? - Because he's a monster.

Someone kills 39 kids

and injures God knows how many more,

you're damn right he's a monster.

The problem is juries can't accept it.

It's out of their comfort zone.

But you give them a big, fat, juicy "why"

and they'll crawl into their beds, close their eyes,

and drift off, thinking they're actually safe.

I'll put Dawson and Nagel on it.

Oh, and, Peter...

Enormous tragedies make career cases.

You win this one, it could make your career.

But you lose, it could destroy mine.

Hey.

Hey, man. I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

I loved Lexi. We all did.

Domestic monitors. Can you believe this crap?

Like I'm gonna hurt my own kid.

I'm sorry for your loss, Al.

Walk with me for a second.

You know, the thing is, sometimes guys in your position

might get hit by a bout of ethics

and then there's some pain-in-the-ass defense attorney

crying coercion.

Good.

Did he confess, Al?

That son of a bitch...

he killed Lexi.

Jesus.

How bad am I, complaining about my kid issues?

I honestly don't know

how he's gonna make it through the day.

All I know is I couldn't.

So was that the sound of the vice squeezing?

You wanna ask me something, go ahead.

On a good day, a confession from your old crew

smells a little hinky.

With Olinsky's kid a victim...

I don't know, okay?

I wasn't there so I didn't hear anything.

Hey, I'm a team player, is all.

I'd just like to know which team I'm on before the game starts.

Uh-uh, back up.

No comment.

Come on.

This is all a shock. I'm sorry.

James!

I just can't get those poor children out of my head.

What you must think of us...

Dylan couldn't have done this.

- Why do you say that? - We're good people.

James, these people are investigators

from the State's Attorney's office.

You can't talk to us. We have rights.

Actually, you don't

until someone accuses you of something.

Yeah, we'll see about that.

Did Dylan go to the party with anyone?

I don't really know who his friends are.

I doubt he would even go to a rave.

When are these pricks gonna leave us alone?

Unfortunately, they have rights.

Why did you say

that Dylan wouldn't go to a rave, Mrs. Oates?

He kept to himself, mostly.

His head was always in his computer.

Eight hours a day wasn't enough for him.

He was a programmer?

Data processing. Whatever that is.

Hey.

What'd you find?

He's snooty. He's weird. He's shy.

He'd "never go dancing."

Nobody seems to know a lot about him.

But he spends a lot of time online.

Unfortunately, none of that is an element of murder.

Right.

You don't have kids, do you?

No.

I remember when I could hold Diego in the palm of my hand.

I'd look at him and think,

"There's a surgeon,

a one guard for the Bulls."

I want to grab Olinsky

and tell him it's gonna be okay...

but it's not, never will be.

The confession... I didn't actually hear it.

Who did?

Voight and Olinsky.

You know, truth be told,

I was waiting for you to come to me.

I just didn't expect it would take you 24 hours.

Olinsky's daughter died in that fire.

I figured maybe he's entitled...

- To what? Revenge? - Yeah.

One lie like this can destroy my entire case.

Your case? It's his kid.

Fine.

Albert Forest made a motion to suppress the confession.

Albert Forest is representing Dylan?

Today's just brimming with good news.

Excuse me.

Fancy seeing you here.

I knew a guy... Ate a hot dog a day,

lived to be 98.

I doubt it was the hot dog.

He swears it was. I trust him.

You should trust me.

We'll see.

Peter, let me do this.

I got a right to take the stand

and tell my story, whatever it is.

Having a right and doing what is right,

they're two completely different things.

For what it's worth, Hank,

I'm truly sorry for your loss.

It's your show, Mr. Forest.

That won't be necessary.

The People will not oppose Mr. Forest's motion

to suppress the defendant's confession to the police.

It's nice Mr. Stone recognizes the weaknesses in his case.

Perhaps he'd consider...

The People intend to proceed to trial, Your Honor.

So be it.

Peter, I found something odd.

It was in with Forest's response for discovery.

And the documents his office sent over.

Looks like a list of Internet articles

about the Kimball Factory.

It was probably sent to us by mistake.

A big one. Look closer. The one that's circled.

"Kimball Factory: A Kiddie Sex Den"?

The article was posted a few weeks ago

on "The Anders Report."

I printed it out.

The Anders website claims

the factory was a haven for pedophiles.

They threw the raves to attract underage teens.

I spoke to a shrink,

and apparently, one of the possible consequences

of child abuse is pyromania.

You wanted a motive. Now we have one.

I don't know.

Dylan Oates was a victim of sexual abuse.

He read the article, it brought back memories,

and he lost it.

This could be considered attorney work product.

What do you want me to do? I can't un-see it.

This is a good thing, Mark.

At least we know what Forest is thinking.

You'd be handing Forest a sympathy defense

on a silver platter with that.

If he was going to assert an affirmative defense,

he would have done it already

and I would get to cross-examine Dylan

about every second of that night,

about every innocent person that died because of him.