21 District: Intelligence office
Erin Lindsay: Thanks for coming in. We gotta follow up on this when there's still a chance to find Keeler alive so...
Severide: You warned me not to do anything to Keeler. I took your advice.
Erin Lindsay: I've warned people before.
Severide: Fine, great. Where are we doin' this?
Erin Lindsay: I won't be doing the interview.
Hank Voigt: Hey, Kelly.
21 District: kitchen
Hank Voigt: So... Wednesday night.
Severide: I was home.
Hank Voigt: The whole time?
Severide: That's right.
Hank Voigt: What about your roommate, Leslie Shay?
Severide: Out with friends.
Hank Voigt: She your girlfriend?
Severide: Probably would be if she wasn't a lesbian.
Hank Voigt: Anyone come over to visit?
Severide: No, no one came over to visit 'cause the scumbag who hurt my sister was out on the streets free as a bird. I wasn't in a very social mood.
Hank Voigt: I gotta ask the questions.
Severide: Why don't you talk to the cop who sprang Keeler from jail? Or maybe it was you.
Hank Voigt: It's unforgivable what Keeler did... But unless you come up with a better alibi, you're a suspect.
Firehouse: common room
Herrmann: Okay, the suggestion box on what I should get Cindy for our 20th anniversary is now closed, 'cause I figured out the perfect gift all on my own… A vasectomy.
Jeff Clarke: Has she been after you to get one?
Herrmann: Nah, it never came up. It's gonna be a surprise.
Boden: Mazel tov.
Herrmann: Thanks, Chief.
Mouch: You're seriously going to surprise her with the fact that you got snipped without her knowing about it first?
Herrmann: Yeah, 'cause we're soul mates, jackass, and that's what soul mates do.
Cruz: Have you met your wife? She's that very Catholic lady that sleeps next to you.
Herrmann: She was in labour for 18 hours with kid number 5. She'd be doin' backflips over this if she, you know, hadn't put on a little extra baby weight.
Mouch: Bad idea.
Herrmann: Shut it, Mouch.
Firehouse: locker room
Casey: What do you think of Jefferson Park?
Dawson: Um, I don't really get out there much. Why?
Casey: I got a great lead on a townhouse. 2 bedrooms, 1 1/2 baths, hardwood floors, parking in back, killer pub on the corner. On the nights we don't support Molly's, of course.
Dawson: Baby.
Casey: Yeah?
Dawson: There were two things I said I didn't want: To be more than 30 minutes from work and live in a townhouse. We talked about this.
Casey: Right, right, right. Yeah, of course. I'll come up with some more options. We're gonna find a great place.
Dawson: Okay. Uh... Well, I'm pretty free tomorrow. I just have to stop by the academy and register for the next physical.
Casey: You'll have to wait till they announce the next academy class. It could be a while.
Dawson: You know I'm still planning on being a firefighter.
Casey: I know that you are, and I totally support it.
Firehouse: garage
Severide: Clarke… You too.
Firehouse: closet
Severide: Anyone from C.P.D. talk to you?
Capp: No.
Jeff Clarke: No.
Severide: The whole Keeler thing... We never had that conversation. We don't talk about it again.
Jeff Clarke: Okay.
Firehouse: hallway
Otis: Hey, were you just over at the district?
Severide: Yeah.
Otis: Something happening with the Keeler case? Did he turn up?
Severide: Not that I heard.
Otis: Well, what'd they say? Do they have any theories?
Severide: Otis, I don't know. They don't CC me on the memos.
Otis: Let me know if you hear anything.
Main: Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambo 61, car accident, 19th and Ashland Avenue.
Street
Boden: No sign of the driver. Truck 81, put that fire out and get a chain on the other car. Squad 3, make sure no one's in the basement then evacuate that building.
Casey: All right, Cruz and Jones, help me stabilize the car. Herrmann and Mouch, get CO2 on that fire.
Severide: Mills, you're in the basement with me.
Mills: Right.
House
Severide: Fire department! Anybody here, call out!
Street
Help! In here!
Casey: Severide, there's a female victim and a baby in the basement.
House
Man: In here!
Casey: I hear a man, but I don't see anybody else.
Man: Help! Quick!
Severide: Hey, we got him. We got... Get them out of here!
Mills: I got the baby.
Severide: She's stuck under debris. Casey! Unh!
Man: This is my fault. I swerved to avoid a dog, and I hit this car. Ahh!
Severide: You need to get out now, okay? Take him.
Man: All right.
Severide: You got it?
Mills: Yeah.
Street / house: basement
Casey: Whoa!
Severide: You got it, guys?
Casey: Got it, yeah.
Mouch: Whoa, watch out!
Cruz: Look out!
Severide: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey!
Casey: The wall's giving! Cruz, go get the chain.
Severide: Ahh!
Cruz: Comin' in!
Casey: You guys, go! Hook it up!
Severide: Hurry! Unh! I got ya. All right.
Street
Casey: That's okay. A little bit harder.
Severide: Coming out, all clear.
Casey: Watch your step.
Severide: She's gonna make it.
Firehouse: common room
Mills: Best Denver omelet I have ever had.
Jones: It's your recipe.
Mills: Like I said, best Denver omelet I've ever had. Hey, you're doing a good job, and I don't just mean the cooking.
Jones: Thanks… You know, I know I didn't make a great first impression around here.
Mills: Trust me, I know how these guys are. I was in your shoes not too long ago, and there's, like, this circle of trust, and you are way on the outside of it.
Jones: So how do I get on the inside?
Mills: Don't wait to be invited. Make the first move, break the ice.
Jones: I gotta do a grocery run. Thanks for the advice.
Casey: Spit it out, Cruz.
Cruz: Okay. Herrmann, look. All due respect, a lot of your big ideas go south. The discount phone cards, the energy water, the limo service.
Herrmann: Yeah, your point?
Cruz: Well, we just...
Herrmann: We? Who's we?
Casey: Not me. Not me.
Cruz: Me and Mouch. Maybe the whole surprise vasectomy thing is a little... Not good.
Herrmann: Are we laying everybody's bad ideas on the table? Is that what we're doing? Oh, okay. All right, hang on. Mouch, you do anything stupid like, I don't know, wear some red panties that your Internet Japanese girlfriend sent you?
Casey: Oh. All right, all right. Keep it clean, Herrmann.
Mouch: You can do what you want.
Herrmann: You're damn right I will, and you know what? I got the whole extended family coming to Molly's Saturday night for the anniversary party.
Dawson: I already have Saturday reserved.
Herrmann: What? You are... You didn't tell me.
Dawson: I posted it on the Molly's website. I have this whole tapas party I'm gonna throw for my extended family.
Cruz: Nice.
Herrmann: Molly's has a website?
Otis: Hello?
Firehouse: garage
Otis: Hey, you got a second? Hey, so Detective Lindsay just called. She wants me to come in for questioning.
Severide: Okay.
Otis: She's cool, right? She's a friend of yours?
Severide: Otis, is there something you want to tell me? 'Cause if so, don't tell me.
Otis: Look, I... I just...
Severide: Hey, Chief.
Boden: Hey. Detective Lindsay get a hold of you? She called the office line earlier.
Otis: Yeah, yeah, she got through. Thanks, Chief.
Boden: This regarding Vince Keeler?
Otis: Uh, yeah.
Main: Ambulance 61, person down from unknown cause.
Boden: That's ambo… Something going on here I need to know about?
Severide: They're interviewing everybody who had any contact with Keeler before he went missing.
Boden: Okay.
Otis: I just, uh...
Street
Dawson: Excuse us. Paramedics coming through.
Woman: Move out of the way, people. Let 'em through. I came out to throw out my trash, and I found him stumbling around, all shot up like that. Then he just fell down.
Shay: Agonal breathing. Pulse is weak and thready.
Dawson: Let's get him in the ambo.
Ambulance 61
Dawson: 61 to main.
Ramsey: Go ahead, 61.
Dawson: Our patient's a gunshot victim. We're gonna need a beat car assigned A.S.A.P.
Ramsey: Copy that, 61.
Dawson: Looks like they grazed his ear.
Shay: Yeah, he's lucky it wasn't worse.
Ramsey: Main to 61, do you copy?
Dawson: What's up, main? We're busy here.
Ramsey: You need to leave the scene immediately.
Dawson: We're still stabilizing the victim, but you can let Chicago Med know that we're on our way.
Ramsey: Now, Dawson. I've got you on the street cam. You guys have company.
Dawson: Main, where's our backup?
Man 1: Open the door.
Ramsey: Beat car hasn't been assigned yet, Dawson. I'm activating a 10-1 response to all available C.P.D. in your area.
Man 2: Get that punk up out of there! Now!
Man 1: Open the door, bitch! Open the damn door!
Shay: Pulse is fading fast.
Dawson: How long till the cops get here?
Ramsey: Dawson, listen to me. You can't wait for the cops. You need to get out of there.
Man 2: Open the door, bitch!
Dawson: Negative, we need two minutes to keep our patient from going into cardiac arrest.
Ramsey: You don't have two minutes. 50 yards west of you, the street dead ends into Karlov Avenue. Dawson, take the rig and make a left. Go now.
Man 1: Open up!
Shay: Hey, listen, okay? Listen, this guy's in really bad shape, okay? Just let us get him bandaged to stop the bleeding, and we'll let him go. Then we'll be on our way, no questions asked.
Man 1: Let him out the ambulance first!
Shay: Okay, whatever you say! Just relax.
Man 1: Open the door!
Man 2: Open up!
Man 1: Up! Open the damn door!
Man 2: Come on!
Man 1: Open up! Unh! Get in the car!
Chase
Shay: Dawson!
Dawson: Yeah, I see 'em.
Ramsey: Okay, you're approaching an alley. Take the first left before you get there.
Dawson: Wait, wait, wait. No, no, no. That's not a street. That leads into a warehouse. There's nowhere to go.
Ramsey: Trust me. Go to the loading dock.
Dawson: Main, are you sure about this?
Ramsey: Thugs'll be there in five seconds. Move!
Ambulance 61
Dawson: You take the head. I'll grab an I.V.
Shay: Got it… Now I know why this guy's so popular… Lung sounds diminished. He's circling.
Dawson: Okay, I'm gonna use an I.O. drill. That's the only way we're gonna buy enough time to get him to the E.R. alive.
Ramsey: Dawson, they're coming back.
Shay: They're coming.
Dawson: Okay, line's in! Let's get out of here!
Street
Man 1: Yo!
Officer 1: Drop the weapon! Drop the weapon! Do it now!
Officer 2: Hands out the car! Out the car! Don't move!
Officer 1: Turn around! Turn around!
Officer 2: Get 'em out, both of 'em!
Officer 1: Turn around!
Detective: Face down on the hood! Spread 'em!
Ramsey: Gabriela Dawson, ninja paramedic.
Dawson: We owe you a beer.
Firehouse: garage
Herrmann: Hey, we heard. You guys okay?
Shay: Just when I thought I'd seen it all.
Herrmann: Oh, hey. I'm so glad you're all right.
Dawson: Thanks.
Herrmann: Yeah. Hey, so listen, on Saturday night, it's not like I can switch my anniversary date, so could you move the sangria night or, you know, whatever you call it?
Dawson: Tapas, and no, man, I can't.
Herrmann: Okay.
Dawson: I've got family coming in from New York specifically for this tasting.
Herrmann: All right, then you know what? We'll make it a combo party.
Dawson: This is a joke, right?
Herrmann: No. I'm getting a surprise vasectomy for my 20th anniversary.
Dawson: And you want to announce this at Molly's on Saturday when my friends and family are there?
Herrmann: Correct.
Dawson: Not in a million years.
Jones: Everybody, I need you in the kitchen.
Firehouse: common room
Boden: Uh, what's going on here?
Severide: Jones has an announcement to make.
Jones: Yes, could I have the guest of honour right here, please? To commemorate Herrmann's last day producing sperm...
Herrmann: It'll keep producing sperm, it's just not gonna make it to my... Oh, boy.
Capp: Wow… Is that a rocket blasting off?
Herrmann: Nnnn-ope!
Casey: So I guess the 20th anniversary gift is wood?
Boden: Uh, you know, I think we're good here, and everybody should just get back to work.
Firehouse: entrance
Otis: Chief, I'm heading down to the 21st district. I notified Casey.
Boden: Well, as Shakespeare reminds us, "brevity is the soul of wit."
Otis: Thank you, Chief. I'm a unclear on that one.
Boden: Don't get too chatty, Otis.
21 District: interview room
Erin Lindsay: The night that Katie that was abducted, her phone records show that her last call was to you.
Otis: That's right, yeah.
Erin Lindsay: What was the call about?
Otis: We were gonna meet up later.
Erin Lindsay: So you were dating?
Otis: Yeah. Yes.
Erin Lindsay: Have you seen Vince Keeler since the blackout?
Otis: Yes.
Erin Lindsay: Where did you see him?
Otis: It was in front of his house. Uh, I drove by.
Erin Lindsay: Did you talk to him?
Otis: No. I just drove by.
Erin Lindsay: He went missing later that night.
Otis: I know. I know.
Erin Lindsay: Where were you later that night?
Otis: I grabbed a beer, and I, um, I went and I sat on a bench overlooking the lake.
Erin Lindsay: In March?
Otis: I was upset.
Erin Lindsay: Give me a minute.
21 District: observation room
Erin Lindsay: What do you want to do?
Hank Voigt: I want to know what happened.
Erin Lindsay: All right, I'll kick him for now, and then I'll do a full work-up on him.
Firehouse: Boden’s office
Jones: You wanted to see me, Chief?
Boden: Yes, Jones, shut the door. A formal complaint has been lodged against you.
Jones: What'd I do?
Boden: Three guesses.
Jones: The cake?
Boden: There you go.
Jones: That was a joke. A joke that I paid for with my own money, by the way, and Herrmann loved it.
Casey: We love a good prank, believe me. That's not the issue.
Jones: So what's the issue?
Casey: It's about what's appropriate in the workplace.
Jones: You thought it was funny, Lieutenant. You're the one who made the wood comment.
Casey: Good point. All yours, Chief.
Boden: Technically, you've been accused of creating a hostile work environment.
Jones: A hostile... Where is this coming from?
Boden: It's an anonymous complaint. Unfortunately, I have to write up an incident report and put it in your Union file… That'll be all.
Casey: Does her dad know?
Boden: Yeah, and he wants to see us after shift.
Firehouse: bullpen
Connie: Have a nice day, Rebecca.
Firehouse: locker room
Cruz: Got any big plans today?
Otis: Nope.
Cruz: You need anything, brother? 'Cause if you do, just let me know.
Otis: Actually, uh, I... I... I do need something.
Cruz: Yeah, name it.
Otis: I need you to tell the cops we were hanging out last Wednesday night.
Cruz: What?
Otis: Look, I had nothing to do with Keeler disappearing, okay? Nothing, but there's just... There's no one to vouch for where I was. Would you, uh, would you do that for me, Joe?
Cruz: Whatever you need.
CFD
Dawson: Uh, hello, hi. I'm looking to talk to somebody about the firefighter test.
P.A.: Gabriela Dawson, right?
Dawson: Yeah.
P.A.: I thought you quit.
Dawson: No, didn't quit. Just didn't finish the physical test.
P.A.: No, I heard you quit.
Dawson: Okay, look, I just need to retake the test. I heard there was gonna be one next month.
P.A.: Yeah, that class is closed. You're gonna have to wait till they announce a new class and apply with them. But that could... That could take a year.
Dawson: Dennis Fackler.
Pardon?
Dawson: Three years ago, Dennis Fackler was allowed to recover from a bronchial infection, and he took the test again six weeks later.
P.A.: I don't know anything about that.
Dawson: But Chief Tiberg does, because it was under his watch… These are all my certifications. I've completed all the required firefighter practicals, which means that I completed my academy training, except for the physical, so according to the precedent set by Dennis Fackler, I should be allowed to retake the challenge test with the current class, and believe me, I will not fail.
P.A.: Fill this out.
Mouch’s car
Herrmann: So no pain?
Mouch: It's kind of a tingle. But it's permanent. It's the nuclear option… No sane person could blame you for not wantin' another kid.
Herrmann: I'd love to have another kid, but I love the five we got so much that I can't imagine takin' any more time away from them to give to someone else… My heart is full, Mouch.
Mouch: You're a lucky guy, Herrmann.
Herrmann: Yeah. There's nothin' like being a dad… Nothin' like it, Mouch.
CFD: Chief Jones’s office
Chief Jones: I heard about Rebecca's stunt yesterday. I wish I could say I was surprised.
Boden: She's new, just trying to fit in with the guys. We get where this is coming from.
Chief Jones: That's very charitable.
Casey: If this is about the I.R. against her, we didn't have a choice. When the complaint's filed...
Chief Jones: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, our P.R. director is leaving. When he's gone, Rebecca'll have a nice job waiting for her here.
Boden: Chief, she's no problem at 51. We're all really glad that she's there.
Chief Jones: Would you want your only daughter to be a firefighter? She wanted to go to the academy, get on a truck. She's been to the academy. She's been on a truck. But we're done now.
Casey: When is she being transferred?
Chief Jones: Next month. And I need your help. You need to D.Q. her. Use the cake, use whatever, but give her the boot. She won't transfer if it comes from me.
Boden: Isn't this a decision that she should make?
Chief Jones: Not really.
Boden: I really think if you give her some time...
Chief Jones: Look, I'll say it one more time. She's moving over to headquarters.
Dawson’s apartment
Casey: Here.
Dawson: No, no! No, no, no, not on the table.
Casey: What?
Dawson: No liquids. If I spill anything on one of these forms, I'm screwed.
Casey: Okay. This okay, or farther?
Dawson: That's fine.
Casey: You have to write an essay?
Dawson: Uh, yeah, my second one so far.
Casey: I can get you into this physical with one phone call.
Dawson: How?
Casey: I got an in with Jones's dad.
Dawson: Why?
Casey: Okay… This did not come from me. Wow, look at you. Gossip. "Give me the gossip."
Dawson: Shut up, tell me. Tell me.
Casey: He wants her out. He's got some P.R. gig lined up.
Dawson: Does she want that?
Casey: Who knows? Me and Boden have to find a way to ding her.
Dawson: Will you?
Casey: I'm not going down this road again. Honestly, I thought you'd be happy to hear that she's leaving.
Dawson: What, by forcing her behind a desk?
Casey: Do not tell her. This is between her and her dad.
Severide and Shay’s apartment
Shay: Did you? Let me see. Do you?
Benny Severide: Yeah, I do. Seriously.
Shay: Hey.
Benny Severide: Hey.
Severide: Hey, pop.
Shay: You've got to try this. It's craziness. It's a fish called crappie, and I've already made all the jokes.
Benny Severide: Any more on the Keeler of it all?
Severide: I'm good... But now they're looking at Otis.
Shay: What? Give me a break with that. Otis, seriously? I mean, in a multiplayer video game maybe he'd kill someone. It's ridiculous.
Severide: Yeah, well, still, he ain't tellin' 'em anything they want to hear, apparently.
Benny Severide: Just tell him to keep his mouth shut from here on out.
Shay: Oh, this fish is unbelievable. Is that for real? Like, you actually go out on a lake and you cut a hole and you fish? Like, what's the... What's the trick? You just dress warm and don't get bored?
Benny Severide: Never go out alone. Bad things can happen if you get caught out in the wild alone.
Firehouse: common room
Herrmann: I need a pillow.
Dawson: Here you go, sweetie.
Herrmann: Hey.
Dawson: Right there. You're the best.
Cruz: Okay... Cindy must have noticed something.
Herrmann: Eh, I told her I got hit in the nuts by some kid at a safety demonstration.
Cruz: I thought it was pain-free.
Mouch: Yeah, you know, in doing a little Internet research last night, I guess there is a significant percentage of vasectomy patients who experience pain.
Dawson: You got to tell her. Right now. Don't wait for Saturday.
Herrmann: I come this far.
Dawson: Herrmann, I am asking you nicely. Please let me have Molly's. Please.
Herrmann: I'm telling you, unexpected combo party. You bring the peanut butter, I got the chocolate... Boom, peanut butter cups. Oh!
Dawson: Okay. All right, well, what am I in for exactly? Did the urologist record the procedure and you're gonna, like, put it up on the flat screens?
Herrmann: I got it all worked out. It's gonna be fine.
Mouch: Bad idea.
Herrmann: Shut it, Mouch.
Firehouse: hallway
Jones: Two shifts and I've already got a stain on my record.
Mills: Did you go back in?
Jones: To Boden? No, I'm waiting for...
Mills: No. No, don't wait. Okay, this is what you got to do, and I'm gonna be very specific, 'cause I think I was a little too vague last time, and that went a little south on us.
Jones: Okay.
Mills: Okay. Stand there, look him in the eye, take full responsibility, and tell him that it will never happen again. Okay? No excuses, no nothing. Just take the hit. I've been on that carpet, and believe me, this is what he responds to.
Jones: Thanks.
Mills: Sure.
21 District: Platt’s office
Trudy Platt: What can I do for you?
Benny Severide: Is Sergeant Voight here?
Trudy Platt: No, he's out.
Benny Severide: May I borrow your pen, please? Would you please tell him that Benny Severide would like to talk to him and that he can reach me at this number?
Trudy Platt: You got it.
Street
Man 1: Hey! Up here! We're stuck!
Casey: Jones, Herrmann, Otis, Cruz, with me.
Boden: Severide, check the bottom floor for damage.
Roof
Man 1: Thank God you're here. The stairwell just fell apart.
Casey: We'll get you down.
Man 1: There's another guy. He was in the stairwell when it collapsed.
Man 2: Down there.
Stairs
Casey: Hey, can you hear me?
Roof
Casey: We gotta work fast. There's a victim trapped on column that looks pretty weak.
Herrmann: All right, should we get the rope system up?
Casey: No time. There's no anchor point. Lower one of you down, and we'll secure him with webbing.
Jones: Lieutenant, send me down. That's at least 30 pounds less you have to bear.
Casey: All right… Herrmann, Otis, take these guys down the aerial.
Stairs
Jones: Okay, stop. Hold it there… Casey, a little more… Okay, hold it there.
Severide: Be ready when this guy comes down. Clear a path to get him out.
Jones: Okay, I've transferred the victim to your rope, Lieutenant. When I cut his clothes free, you can lower him down.
Roof
Casey: Jones, stay on the rope. It's too dangerous.
Stairs
Jones: Look, this guy's circling the drain. He can go first. I'll hang around for the next ride… Okay, Casey, bring him down… Severide, he's coming your way.
Severide: Watch him… Watch his head… All right, we got him… Jones!
Boden: Jones! Status.
Jones: I'm okay, Chief. Building's a little wobbly. It's still coming apart.
Boden: Okay, hold your position. We're gonna send in the R.I.T. Team.
Jones: Okay. Stop it there. I can reach it.
Severide: Ah! Oh! Jones, you all right?
Jones: Yeah.
Severide: Steady, Jones. Take your time.
Jones: I'm back on the rope.
Casey: Whew.
Jones: All right, Casey, get me out of here.
Severide: Easy. Right here. There you go. We got her.
Casey: Whew.
Firehouse: Boden’s office
Jones: I grew up wanting nothing else in my life but this job, and now that I'm actually doing it, it's... Better than I imagined. I don't want to compromise my future here. So I hope that you will both accept my sincere apology for my inappropriate behaviour. It won't happen again.
Boden: Very good, Jones.
Casey: Are we really gonna do this?
Boden: Her father is Deputy District Chief. He could make me work in P.R. if he wanted to.
Casey: It's gonna be like killing Bambi.
Boden: You have his office number. You are welcome to give him a call if you like.
Bar
Benny Severide: So what now?
Hank Voigt: Go home. Just do me a favour… Stay out of Chicago for a while, okay?
Benny Severide: Okay.
Hank Voigt: You're a good dad, Benny.
Molly’s
Dawson: Okay, thank... Thank you. Bye. Hey, I got in. I'm gonna take the physical with the current class.
Casey: Congrats, babe.
Dawson: Thanks, babe. Oh, I turned those request forms in just in time, right?
Casey: Hell, yeah, you did.
Dawson: Did... Did you call Jones's dad?
Casey: I did.
Dawson: Why?
Casey: Because you're my girl. I love you and I didn't want you to get boned on this over some red tape.
Dawson: That's hot.
Herrmann: Close your eyes. No peeking. Come on. Don't peek. Happy anniversary! Okay.
Dawson: Oh, no, no, no, no. Not the cake. Not the cake.
Casey: D... D... D... Train has already left the station.
Herrmann: Hey, ladies, gents, can I have your attention for a sec? Cindy, thanks for the 20 best years a guy could ever ask for.
Cindy Herrmann: Aww. Thank you, sweetheart.
Herrmann: And to mark this day, I wanted to do something special for you and for us, so... I got a vasectomy!
Cindy Herrmann: Oh! How did I get so lucky?
Mouch: What... The...
Cindy Herrmann: Never a doubt. Never a doubt!
Shay: What part of the cake did you get?
Dawson: Mm, I think the epididymis. You?
Shay: Corpus spongiosum. First time I've ever had that in my mouth.
Dawson: Oh, yeah? How is it?
Ramsey: Gabriela Dawson… Ninja paramedic.
Dawson: Oh, you... You must be main.
Ramsey: Ramsey, Victor Ramsey.
Dawson: Wow. It's nice to put a face to the voice.
Ramsey: I'm here for that beer you owe me.
Dawson: Oh, right.
Shay: Right. Yeah, I'll get it for ya.
Ramsey: Never got a chance to say "welcome back to ambo." Didn't see you for a while.
Dawson: Uh, you know what? I'm sorry. We're really swamped tonight. So nice to meet you. Uh... We'll talk later. Bye.
Otis: Hey.
Severide: Hey.
Otis: So good news. Um, Lindsay called. I guess both of our alibis checked out, and they've exhausted all of the leads, so it's now a missing persons case.
Severide: Cool.
Otis: Is it? 'Cause, you know, that means Keeler's still out there somewhere.
Severide: He ain't out there anymore, Otis.
