Chicago P.D.

You put a good man in jail.

You put a good man in jail.

Alvin Olinsky has dedicated his life

to the people of this city.

He dedicated his life to you.

That's why he's in jail.

You say what you want, but you did him dirty.

I did him the way I had to. Take a seat.

Let's get this done.

I'm with Sergeant Hank Voight to discuss...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

No recordings, not until we have a deal.

Okay.

Tell me what you have to say.

What kind of deal you looking for, off the record?

We'll go from there.

Let's say, hypothetically...

I confess to killing the son of a bitch who murdered my son.

I tell you I hunted Kevin Bingham like a dog,

made him dig his own grave,

and then shot him in the face.

I say that on the record.

Would that be enough to drop all charges against Olinsky?

I think it would.

Let me call Osha,

and we will work out all the details in person tonight.

I'll listen to your proffer, Hank.

If everything you have to say is consistent with what Denny

told me over the phone, I'll drop any and all charges

against Detective Olinsky, all right?

And Alvin gets released from Cook County

- first thing in the morning? - Absolutely.

- - Deal.

Okay.

This is Assistant State's Attorney James Osha.

I'm here with Lieutenant Denny Woods,

independent auditor,

and Sergeant Hank Voight, head of intelligence.

We're here to discuss the events surrounding

- the murder of Kevin Bingham. -

Just tell us what happened, Sergeant Voight.

More details, the better.

Ready when you are, Hank.

Hank.

Hey, man, listen, I'm looking for Detective Alvin Olinsky...

Hey, Al!

Chicago PD. Al.

Al, it's me.

You be strong, you hear me?

You hang in there, Al.

- I got this, man. - I know.

- I got this. - I know.

They're gonna fix you up.

You're gonna be... you're gonna be okay.

Oh, hey, Doc. I'm Sergeant Voight.

- How can I help you? - This patient in there,

Detective Olinksy, how is he?

He didn't make it. I'm very sorry.

You okay?

All right.

All right.

I know.

I mean, we're all in pain. I get it.

But the best way to honor Al

is to find the son of a bitch responsible for this.

So, for now,

let's pull all our energy,

all our passion... our love for Al...

into finding the person who did this.

I know that's what Al would want.

I guarantee it.

Then,

when this is over,

when we got this prick,

then we'll mourn Al.

So...

take the time you need.

But just know...

right now we got some business to do.

Hey! Hey!

Oh, man, you got some balls showing up here.

How's he doing?

He's dead, Jimmy.

Dead.

I've known Al for 20 years.

Well, you buried him, and I was there.

- I was in the courtroom. - No, no, no.

That's not how it went down.

- Oh, yeah? - My hands were tied.

Too many people involved... Denny, the State's Attorney,

- the mayor. - That doesn't mean you just...

just roll over and bury the guy.

- I was doing my job. - You screwed him, Jimmy!

Hank, listen to me.

Stop, Hank. I didn't have a choice.

I understand the press is all over you,

but I'm not gonna give a quote or a statement

until I know the damn facts.

Until then, just... just refer all calls.

Refer... what the hell you doing?

I want every piece of surveillance footage.

- Hank, maybe we could... - I wanna talk to every guard...

- Hank, slow down. - And inmate in the vicinity.

I am the warden of this place.

Who the hell do you think you're talking to?

The son of a bitch who let some punk

kill my good friend, Alvin Olinsky.

We will find out who did this...

I will find out who did this!

This is my case.

You understand?

- You're unbelievable. - One,

I need an office here, in the jail.

Two, I want every piece of evidence you have

in the next ten minutes,

or, you and me, we're gonna have a problem.

- All right, where we at? - The jail is on lockdown.

Good, keep me in the loop.

Guards are going through cells, hallways,

laundry rooms, looking for blood.

- Any eyewitnesses? - Not yet.

We talked to inmates that were in proximity to the stabbing.

Well, inmates being blind, I get.

- What about guards? - No luck so far.

The weapon's at the lab.

They're checking it for prints and DNA.

It was a plastic comb before they turned it into a shank.

Boss, I found a guard who actually saw the attack.

His name is Dietz. He's waiting in the hallway.

Kim, Hailey... track down every frame

of surveillance video you can get your hands on.

- Got it. - Copy.

We were escorting the inmates to the cells after dinner

and someone attacked him.

Someone? You didn't see his face?

No, it happened real fast.

Were there no inmates standing nearby?

No, I brought him back early to protect him.

Then my cell phone rang. I got distracted.

When I turned around, I saw Olinsky on the floor over here.

All right, finish up later.

I ran over to him, called for help.

- Right. - I tried to stop the bleeding.

- You got no idea who did this? - Like I said, I didn't see it.

If I were a betting man, I'd say it had something

to do with what happened two days ago.

What are you talking about?

Olinsky tuned up some Aryan Nation idiot real good.

Slammed his head into a cell three, four times.

All right, what's this Aryan prick's name?

- So how'd it go down, Ross? - How'd what go down?

The stabbing.

'Cause we know he smacked you around like a little bitch.

You and your boys decided to get a little payback.

Wasn't me. Wish it was, though.

Taking out a cop has a lot of cachet in a place like this.

It's like taking out a pedophile or a rapist.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Too bad someone got to him first.

Well, if it wasn't you, who was it?

Go to hell.

- I want a name. - Don't got a name.

Just a race...

Dude that stabbed your boy...

Was a taco-head.

We get that surveillance video yet?

Ruzek's pulling it up right now.

All right, four cameras, all of cell block G.

Here comes Al walking right there.

Walks up to these two guys. They start jawing.

Guard comes, breaks it up, two guys keep moving.

Now it's a different angle, different camera.

You're gonna see the guard still with him at this point.

Now, the guard's gonna get a phone call right here and break away.

Al keeps walking towards his cell.

- - This is where it happens.

Okay, run it.

Wait, freeze it.

All right, blow it up.

Still can't see the bastard's face.

All right, so we got any other angles?

Other cameras?

Pull it up right now.

The hell is he doing?

- He's just standing there. - He's a coward.

The son of a bitch is in on it.

All right, his name is Dan Dietz.