Firehouse: locker room
Mouch: Seriously, it'll be great.
Cruz: Oh, yeah. Great. Just great.
Casey: What's up?
Herrmann: Mouch got a Dear John letter from Mari in Japan. It's over.
Otis: They were still together?
Mouch: Serves me right, thinking I could make it work when we were 6,200 miles apart. Apparently, new guy's a game show host. How am I supposed to compete with that?
Casey: Hey… You'll rally, Mouch. I know you will.
Herrmann: Even I could've done better than that.
Casey: It was good advice.
Firehouse: entrance, hallway
Shay: Thank you. It's not mine… Lindsay. That detective chick?
Severide: Yeah.
Shay: Why don't you answer? Maybe she's calling about Keeler's disappearance.
Severide: Case is closed.
Shay: Well, maybe she's calling on a more social level. I like that girl for you. She's got swagger, that husky voice. Are you gonna call her back?
Severide: I don't know, maybe. If she plays her cards right.
Shay: Listen to you.
Firehouse: common room
Dawson: Come on, Pouch. Come on. Come on. Come on. She was howling at the T.V. the other day. I was the only one in here, and now nobody believes me. Oh, I was... I was letting that finish.
Jones: Oh, it's almost done. Hey, I've been meaning to ask. Are you gonna retake the firefighter test now that the foot's better?
Dawson: Yeah, just actually signed up for a couple training sessions at the academy, to get ready for the next physical.
Jones: Good luck.
Dawson: Thanks.
Casey: You two warming up?
Dawson: No. But I still think it's wrong that she has no idea you're gonna sideline her.
Casey: I wish there was something I could do about that, but I told you, her dad is too far up the food chain… What does that mean?
Dawson: It means you are the most amazing man I know... And I've seen you handle far tougher obstacles than a man in a white shirt.
Jones: Where's Clarke today?
Mills: He switched out a few shifts for some army buddy's wedding. He'll be back in a week.
Jones: A week? That seems like a long time to sub out.
Mills: Jones… Look, Clarke is a great guy, and I say this from experience. You don't want to get involved with someone in house. Especially when you're new.
Jones: Who said anything about getting involved?
Mills: I'm just trying to help.
Jones: Yeah, well, give me a little more credit than that, okay?
Main: Engine 51, Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61, house fire at 6200 47th Street.
Ambulance 61
Ramsey: Main to 61.
Shay: Victor Ramsey on dispatch. Again.
Dawson: Go ahead main.
Ramsey: State's backed up this morning. I'd take racine down to 47th.
Dawson: Thanks, Ramsey. You've been working the same shifts we have lately, huh?
Ramsey: Yep. Great to see you at Molly's the other night. We should do it again soon.
Dawson: Let's keep it professional, okay Ramsey?
Ramsey: Just trying to help you, Dawson.
Dawson: Appreciate that. Thanks for the traffic tip… Something is not right with that guy.
Street
Boden: Two-story residence, fully involved.
Neighbour: Hurry. You gotta help 'em. The Brookers live on the second floor. They have three little kids. I heard 'em calling out.
Boden: Okay, we have a report of three children in the second-floor apartment. Looks like the parents are likely with 'em.
Casey: Cruz, Otis, up the aerial to vent! Herrmann and Mouch, primary search with me.
Severide: Five possible victims. Mills and me will go with you on the search. Capp, grab a second line from the engine, inch and 3/4 through the front door, let's go.
House
Casey: Herrmann, set the bar… Strike… Strike.
Severide: Capp, Casey, we'll take the east side.
Casey: Copy. We'll take the west side of the hall.
Severide: Hey, Capp, get a line down this hall and cover us.
Casey: Fire department, call out! I got one! I think I got 'em all. Need backup in the living room at the west end of the hall, now.
Severide: Let's roll it.
Casey: Oh, my God. They're all here.
Herrmann: They're all moving!
Casey: Hold on, buddy.
Street
Dawson: Right here. Hey.
Casey: Let's go. Come on. Watch it. Watch it. Come on. He hasn't moved.
Dawson: I can't get a pulse. Let's put him on the monitor.
Severide: He piled up his whole family in that corner bedroom, Chief… Laid on top of 'em.
Girl: Where's my daddy?
Shay: All right… He's asystole… Casey...
Severide: Let him try. Let him try, Shay.
Casey: Come on! Come on!
Dawson: Let's call it… Anyone disagree? I'm callin' it.
Firehouse: common room
Severide: I could really use a beer right now.
Casey: Or something stronger.
Jones: Ever seen anything like that before? A guy lying on top of his family like a shield.
Casey: No.
Herrmann: Hey, who wants to play some spit? Jonesy? No?
Mouch: Ah, great. Just great.
Cruz: Now you're going to get upset every time you see an Asian lady?
Mouch: Excuse me for having a broken heart.
Otis: I'm in for spit if you can do it without cheating.
Herrmann: I don't know what you're talking about.
Otis: Oh, yeah.
Herrmann: Yeah.
Mills: Hey, you okay?
Jones: Fine, yeah.
Casey: Hey, babe. Check it out. Great apartment, outdoor space.
Dawson: Oh, wow. Cool. We could put the grill, like, right here. I think we just found our place.
Cruz: Hey, we really got to get a move on on this apartment thing. We've been talkin' about it for months.
Otis: Yeah, I know. If we could find a place like that, I would jump. Must be nice. Lieutenant's salary. Two bedrooms.
Cruz: Wait. You thought we were gonna live in a one-bedroom apartment?
Otis: Yeah.
Cruz: Dude, are you insane?
Mouch: I got a favour to ask.
Shay: Mm-hmm. Sure. Shoot.
Mouch: I recently overheard you helping Clarke out with his romantic life... And I was wondering if you could help me in that department.
Shay: Let me put some thought into it. But I got to get the rig cleaned up.
Mouch: Okay.
Firehouse: lounge room
Mills: So if I ask you how you're doing, are you gonna tell me you're fine again? I mean, just give me a heads up. I don't want to waste my breath.
Jones: Just trying to bury it. That's what we do, right? Make jokes. Get over it… You know, I spent my whole life watching my dad, dreaming about what it would be like fighting fires… Saving people… I mean, I don't mean to wallow. I hate wallowers.
Mills: Look, Jones, I've been there. Those first few calls, when it hits you that you're not gonna save everyone, that someone's gonna die on your watch no matter what you do... I didn't take it easy, either. Trust me.
Jones: Yeah. Maybe I'm just not cut out for this.
Mills: Maybe not… I'm not saying that I know, but it's not about how you feel right now. It's about how you move on.
Jones: Make jokes, get over it.
Mills: Whatever it takes… Look, we got two great lieutenants here at 51, and my advice is that you should follow their lead.
Firehouse: ambulance 61
Dawson: Jones was pretty shaken up on that call this morning, huh?
Shay: Yeah. Maybe she's not the ice queen I thought she was.
Dawson: I wouldn't go that far.
Shay: What the hell? What is that? Do not tell me that's a mouse.
Dawson: Ugh, let me see. It's not alive, whatever it is.
Shay: Oh, God. Be careful.
Dawson: The little girl that Herrmann carried, she was holding this when they brought her over to our rig. She must've dropped it.
Ramsey: Main to 61… Main to 61.
Dawson: This is 61. What's up main?
Ramsey: Took a while for 61 to get back after you dropped the girl at Chicago Med. You okay?
Shay: How does he know how long it took us?
Dawson: Ramsey, I said I wanted to keep it focused on work. Not comfortable with the personal questions.
Ramsey: Copy that. My bad.
Shay: Good for you. That'll teach him to shut up.
Firehouse: garage
Shay: It's not for me. It's never for me anymore.
Dawson: It could be my academy trainer. Hello?
Ramsey: Gabby, how could you do that to me?
Dawson: Ramsey?
Ramsey: You and me, we're connected in ways you don't understand.
Firehouse: common room
Shay: That was creepy. "Calling from inside the house" creepy.
Dawson: I'll take care of it.
Shay: Okay, you guys are not gonna believe this. So this guy...
Dawson: We found the little girl's stuffed animal from 47th Street. Thought maybe we could clean it up and send it over to the hospital.
Casey: Yeah. I can do a run, see how they're doing.
Dawson: Great.
Severide: I'll come with.
Casey: All right. I'll clean it.
Firehouse: lounge room
Shay: Why didn't you tell Casey what happened with the dispatcher?
Dawson: It's been a rough day, so I'm just gonna file a complaint with the O.E.M.C. That should take care of it.
Shay: Sounds good. But is everything okay with Casey?
Dawson: Yeah. Yeah, no, no, no. It's not a big deal. I just don't want him to do that whole protective boyfriend thing. You know?
Shay: Oh, yeah. Okay.
Dawson: You know what would be great is if we did that girls' weekend we talked about. Just you and me, a few days from all this.
Shay: Yes. Yeah, absolutely. Let's do it.
Chicago Med: ICU
Casey: How's the family doing now?
Alec Willhite: Physically they're fine. Mrs. Brooker was released last night. She stayed here with the kids. Their CO2 levels are stable, so they're gonna be going home before the end of today.
Severide: That's great to hear.
Nurse: Doctor Willhite, orthopaedics posted the Campbell X-rays.
Alec Willhite: Thanks.
Casey: We won't take up any more of your time. Medics found this in the back of the ambulance. It belongs to the little girl.
Alec Willhite: Caroline.
Casey: Caroline.
Alec Willhite: Let me tell Mrs. Brooker you're here. Maybe you can bring it back to her.
Casey: Yeah, sure.
Alec Willhite: I'm sorry, but Mrs. Brooker feels...
Mrs. Brooker: Are you the ones who were there?
Severide: Yeah.
Mrs. Brooker: How can you come here? If you'd gotten us out sooner, my children would still have a father.
Casey: Ma'am, we're very sorry for your loss.
Mrs. Brooker: I'll bring this to Caroline. I don't want you near her.
Firehouse: Boden’s office
Casey: The family's doing well physically, but the mother's pretty shaken.
Boden: Understandable.
Casey: Listen, if you have a sec, Chief, I wanted to talk to you about Jones.
Boden: What's on your mind?
Casey: Are we really gonna ding her because her father wants us to? I'm having a hard time with this.
Boden: Chief Jones put us in an untenable position, and I really wish he hadn't.
Firehouse: locker room
Mouch: Hello.
Shay: Mouch, hi.
Mouch: You avoided me all last shift.
Shay: I wasn't avoiding you.
Mouch: Yes, you were. You think I'm a lost cause when it comes to women.
Shay: What? Not at all. I... Honestly, I don't think I'd do a very good job at it. You know? We don't even, like, really know each other that well.
Mouch: Okay, well, ask away. I'm an open book.
Shay: What's your prototype? You know, like your perfect woman.
Mouch: Oh, that's easy. I mean, I know she's currently involved so I would never act on this, but Dawson.
Shay: Dawson.
Mouch: Yes.
Main: Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61.
Street
Driver: Thank God you're here.
Boden: Are you hurt?
Driver: No, I got a flat tire and I pulled over. And then this gentleman stopped to help me, but then this van came speeding by and smashed into his truck. The driver just took off.
Boden: And where's the guy that stopped to help you?
Driver: There.
Boden: Squad, let's get airbags and cribbing under there, now. We need to stabilize that car before that jack gives way.
Bloom: My arm's stuck in the wheel well.
Casey: Okay. Stay still as you can. We're gonna get this car stable and get you out. What's your name?
Bloom: Bloom. Dave Bloom. You a lieutenant?
Casey: Yes, sir, I am.
Bloom: Well, I'm in good hands.
Boden: Truck, get a co2 extinguisher ready just in case this thing decides to go up.
Casey: You okay?
Bloom: Yeah.
Casey: You're a brave man, Dave Bloom.
Severide: All right, car's stabilized. I can take the tire with my pry axe, but it'll jerk the car.
Casey: I'll hold him steady. We can get a line in him to ease the pain.
Bloom: No. I'm already on painkillers. It might not interact well.
Severide: You sure? What are you on?
Bloom: Oxycodone. It's prescription. I was injured on the job. I used to be Denver Fire Department… Go ahead with the tire.
Casey: Will do. Go… Give me the halligans… Hang on, bud.
Severide: Your arm's gonna be okay. You got blood flow.
Bloom: I owe you one, Lieutenants.
Firehouse: Boden’s office
Dawson: Hey, Chief.
Boden: I just got off the phone with Chuck Ewing at O.E.M.C. You filed a report against one of their dispatchers?
Dawson: Yes, sir.
Boden: Why would you not mention that to me?
Dawson: Uh, I wanted to keep the situation private.
Boden: Well, next time, you go through me.
Dawson: Yes, sir.
Boden: Because right now you are in a he-said, she-said situation with this Victor Ramsey.
Dawson: What does that mean?
Boden: Apparently, he's one of their top men, and he is denying harassment. I'm told the tapes don't indicate much more than a few personal hellos, which he's been told to stop, by the way.
Dawson: He was calling me on my cell phone.
Boden: He claims it was a social call, that he met up with you for beer last week at your request. Is that true?
Dawson: Yes.
Boden: Did he threaten you? Well, he has gotten a warning, but that is the best that we can do right now.
Dawson: Yes, sir. I get it.
Firehouse: toilets
Dawson: I don't get it. So he's good at his job, so he's allowed to get away with being personal and crazy with female EMTs?
Shay: It's just stalker behaviour. It's like, what, are they gonna wait for him to actually hurt somebody before they do anything about it? It's ridiculous.
Dawson: Exactly.
Jones: Who's stalking?
Shay: Uh, this wack-a-doo dispatcher Ramsey. He got all weird with Dawson, and they're not gonna do anything about it over at O.E.M.C.
Jones: Do you want me to talk to my dad?
Dawson: No. No, no, no, no, no. There's no reason to pull any favours from your dad on this. I'm sure it'll just work itself out.
Shay: Right. But thank you. That's nice.
Dawson: Yeah, thanks.
Jones: Okay. Well... Let me know if you change your mind.
Firehouse: hallway
Severide: Hey, how was that firefighter? The good samaritan guy?
Shay: He had mobility in the arm when we dropped him off, looked good. But that injury he was talking about that knocked him off the job, that was four years ago.
Severide: So the painkillers he's on?
Shay: He's been on those a long time.
Boden: Severide, Shay. Will you gather everyone up? Tell 'em meet me in the common room.
Shay: Okay.
Firehouse: common room
Boden: Uh, look, I know it's the end of shift and you're all anxious to get home, but I wanted you all to hear this from me. Unfortunately, Mrs. Brooker, the woman who lost her husband at the 47th street fire... She's charging the C.F.D. with wrongful death.
Mills: What does that mean?
Herrmann: It means she's pinning his death on us.
Boden: Okay.
Parking
Bloom: What?
Severide: Hey. Bloom, right?
Bloom: Yeah. Oh, you're the squad lieutenant pulled me out from underneath that car.
Severide: Yeah, Kelly Severide.
Bloom: This is temporary.
Severide: Oh, vintage airstreams, these things are nice.
Bloom: Yeah, well, this one could use refurbishing. I'm only drawing a partial severance, so I can't really afford to put any money in it. Hey, thanks for saving my arm.
Severide: Yeah.
Bloom: My chances of getting back on the job would've been zero if I'd been left with a stump, so...
Severide: Seeing what you did to help that lady, being able to get you out, it meant a lot to us. It's been a... It's been a rough week. Fellow firefighter is a brother, no matter what the city. You ever want to come by 51, we'd be glad to have you.
Bloom: You know, I got a... I got a pot on the stove, and I need to get back to it, so you take care.
Severide: Yeah, sure… You too.
Firehouse: common room
Otis: So Chief Boden says we have to go in for the deposition tomorrow.
Casey: That's pretty quick. It's a preliminary meeting.
Herrmann: Does anybody mind if I use one of these lawyers as a latrine? 'Cause that's what they deserve.
Shay: Herrmann, I'm eating.
Herrmann: All right, sorry.
Shay: Hey, Mouch. So let's talk about potential prospects for you… Yeah, 'cause that ain't gonna happen.
Mouch: I realize that. Like I said, she's currently involved.
Shay: Kendra has a friend who met this great guy on this website, and they're engaged, and I thought you should check it out.
Mouch: Goldenoldeez.com? This is for the nursing home set.
Shay: Hmm? No. No, it's not. Kendra's friend's 60.
Mouch: You think I'm 60?
Shay: No. Uh-uh, no way. How old are you?
Mouch: Golden oldeez.
Shay: Hey. Hey, how old is Mouch?
Herrmann: My age.
Shay: Hmm.
Casey: Hey, apartment's ours.
Dawson: That's fantastic!
Casey: Yeah. We just have to meet the landlord tomorrow at 3:00. Show him we're not serial killers.
Dawson: Damn. I'm meeting the trainer tomorrow at the academy.
Casey: Just push it to next week.
Dawson: I can't. I got to get as much time as I can get from this guy before the test.
Casey: I'll help you work out this weekend.
Dawson: It's not the same. It's drills with other candidates.
Casey: All right.
Herrmann: This is when Lee Henry starts shouting, "are you getting divorced? Can I live with mom?"
Main: Ambulance 61, man down, Chicago and Rush.
Severide: Hey, Bloom.
Bloom: Oh, hey. Hey, is it a good time? If not, I can come back later.
Severide: No, it's a perfect time. You... Come on, I'll show you around.
Ambulance 61
Main: Main to 61, correction on the cross street. Pearson, not Chicago.
Dawson: Copy that, main.
Shay: No more Ramsey.
Street
Homeless Man: That horse almost killed me! You should put him down! Look at him! He's crazy! My leg is broken!
Carriage Driver: What took you so long? Time is money on my job! I cannot just sit here!
Shay: Ma'am we got here quickly as possible, okay? Isn't that what she does all day? Sit?
Carriage Driver: Brady always stops when he sees somebody in front of him.
Homeless Man: What? That thing just charged at me. Maybe it has rabies or something.
Carriage Driver: Oh, please.
Shay: Okay. Sir, why don't you show me your leg hurts?
Homeless Man: It's right there, where it's all messed up! Look.
Carriage Driver: How long is this gonna take? 'Cause I need to pick up a fare.
Dawson: This contusion's at least three weeks old.
Homeless Man: Push there. Push right there! It's broken!
Shay: Okay. Okay. We are here to help you. That is our job, and we are just thrilled to be doing it. So we will do everything we can to treat your injury.
Dawson: Yes. And while we do so, we hope that you'll refrain from yelling at us.
Shay: Or suing us.
Dawson: Oh, yeah.
Shay: Mm-hmm.
Dawson: Yeah. Yeah, that would be good.
Shay: Okay, you're all wrapped up there, and it's a pleasure, doing business with you.
Dawson: Best of luck.
Shay: Yeah. Good day, and take care.
Homeless Man: Eh!
Firehouse: common room
Casey: So what brought you to Chicago?
Bloom: Recovering from a back injury, believe it or not. Had some rehab here.
Cruz: How's your back?
Bloom: Well, it was gettin' better.
Otis: You can get back to work soon, then.
Bloom: Hope so, yeah.
Severide: Hey, Bloom, grab some chow. Our candidate's food almost passes as edible these days.
Bloom: Nah, I'm good.
Herrmann: You got lady firefighters in Denver, Bloom?
Bloom: Yeah, a few, sure.
Cruz: You miss being on the job?
Bloom: Yeah.
Mouch: Some things I bet you don't miss. We just got hit with a wrongful death lawsuit for a guy who was dead way before we got there.
Otis: It was a sad situation, actually. The father laid down on his whole family and ended up saving their lives.
Cruz: That guy was pretty bad shape by the time we got him out.
Bloom: Thanks for the welcome, fellas, but I just noticed the time. I got a... I got a doctor's appointment.
Severide: Is it close? Why don't you stop by afterward?
Bloom: Oh, no, it's all the way across town. Thanks, though.
Severide: Guy hasn't been to a firehouse in four years. Why the hell you gotta bring up the lawsuit, Mouch?
Mouch: I didn't realize the topic was off limits, Lieutenant. Next time I'll talk pros and cons of portable extinguishers.
Firehouse: garage
Dawson: Oh, sorry.
Mills: My bad.
Dawson: Hey, I saw you talking to Jones earlier. Is she okay?
Mills: Yeah, she'll be fine. Where you headed? Night jog?
Dawson: No, I left my gym bag in the car. I'm gonna go grab it.
Outside the firehouse
Ramsey: Gabby, I'm sorry if I scared you.
Dawson: What are you... What are you doing here, Ramsey?
Ramsey: I just want to talk to you in private. I'm sorry. I knew you wouldn't take my calls.
Dawson: I barely know you. Why are you calling me?
Ramsey: Well, the thing is, when I started working your district, and I saw you a couple times on the street cam, and... You reminded me of a good friend. And she died a while back. A car accident. So I guess it was nice to be reminded.
Dawson: I'm sorry.
Ramsey: I wanted to help her, and I couldn't. So I tried to help you… That's her… That's Lila. She was a go-getter. Tough, fearless. Like you. She thought about medical school for a while, but she didn't have the money. I bet she would've been a good medic. Maybe you two would've been friends.
Dawson: Yeah, maybe we would've.
Ramsey: I... I should've told you right away. I wish I had. Rather than freak you out and get myself fired.
Dawson: You were fired?
Firehouse: locker room
Mouch: Little on the snug side.
Casey: It's fine.
Otis: She looks a lot better in a suit than all you do.
Boden: Okay… Let's do this.
CFD: meeting room
Boden: And I ordered my men directly to the second floor, where the witness heard the children.
CFD Attorney: Lieutenant Casey, I understand you were the first inside. Can you tell us what happened after you went in?
Casey: Yes. Three members of my unit, as well as two from Lieutenant Severide's, entered the main floor and proceeded immediately up the stairs to the second floor. The door was locked, so we had to take it down.
CFD Attorney: And how long did that take?
Casey: About ten seconds, I'd say. It was pretty quick.
CFD Attorney: And once you got inside?
Casey: We were at zero visibility, yelling for anyone to call out, but no one did. So we split up, and I went directly into the bedroom at the west end of the hall.
CFD Attorney: And what happened when you entered?
Casey: I got low and moved into the room. And I was sweeping my arm out when I felt something.
CFD Attorney: Go ahead, Lieutenant.
Casey: Uh, I'm not sure Mrs. Brooker wants to hear this.
Mrs. Brooker: I'm not going anywhere.
CFD Attorney: Go ahead.
Casey: I moved closer, and, um... I felt a man's arm. I could tell it was burned pretty badly, and then I reached out further... And we felt several small bodies just beneath him… I called into the radio for help… When we rolled the man off of his family, we felt the children moving… And we were extremely relieved.
Severide: Lieutenant Casey handed the children off to the firefighters one by one, then the mother, then he and I lifted Mr. Brooker together.
Casey: Mrs. Brooker,.. I'm lucky enough to work with some of the best, bravest firefighters in the world. What your husband did to save his family... That was the bravest thing I've ever seen.
Mrs. Brooker: Ah...
Parking
Bloom: Evening, Lieutenant.
Severide: Hey. Damn cold out tonight. Can I come in?
Bloom: Nope… Look, I appreciate the invite down to the station house, I do. But I'm not the social type. So you take care of yourself.
Severide: Look, Bloom, I know what you're going through. I've been there myself.
Bloom: You don't know anything about me. Nothin'. I know something about you, though. I knew it the first time that you pulled up here. See you are looking for an easy save. Oh, yeah, something to make you feel better about yourself. You need to be the knight in shining armour. Well, do I look like a damsel in distress? Hmm? Then go look for your redemption someplace else.
Molly’s
Dawson: So she's dropping the suit?
Herrmann: Yeah, forget gratitude and appreciation. Maybe not gettin' sued is as good as it gets these days.
Jones: I just don't understand any of it.
Casey: People need to find meaning when someone they love dies. I get it.
Otis: Hey! Me and Cruz... Me and Cruz just signed a lease on that great apartment.
Cruz: Yeah, we went to that meeting with the landlord since you guys couldn't make it. So it's still in the family!
Otis: Yeah.
Cruz: Oh, and you guys can come over anytime. Anytime.
Casey: Thanks, guys.
Dawson: Yeah.
Mouch: Lieutenant, you did us proud in that hearing.
Casey: Thanks, Mouch.
Mouch: And I wanted to thank you for the good advice the other day, about Mari. You were right. I need to rally.
Casey: Good advice.
Herrmann: Good advice? Come on!
Casey: You heard him.
Herrmann: Hey, look who's here!
Casey: Chief! Come here.
Herrmann: Wow. To what do we owe this honour?
Boden: Feeling some familial pride. Decided to raise a glass to 51.
Herrmann: Then it's time for another round.
Casey: Hey, um... Jones borrowed some equipment off shift to practice her swings or something. Anyway, she forgot to sign it out. You give me the word, I'll sign the papers and have her D.Q.'d, leave it on your desk in the morning.
Boden: Deputy District Chief Jones does not like to be disrespected… He's gonna make our lives a living hell.
Dawson: Hey. Listen, I just wanted to thank you for reaching out to your dad.
Jones: Hey, no problem. Honestly, kicking into action felt good. And besides, I told you at academy. Us ladies, we got to have each other's backs. I meant that.
Dawson: Well... There's another favour I have to ask. It's gonna sound kind of crazy, but I really need to get that guy his job back. It's a long story.
Jones: No problem. You know, my dad has been surprisingly helpful lately. Nicest he's been to me in years.
Dawson: He's trying to get you D.Q.'d.
Jones: What?
Dawson: He wants you off the job, and he's doing everything he can to make sure you get stuck behind a desk.
Mills: Yo.
Street
Mills: Jones! Jones, slow down! Come on! Jones! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey. Slow down. What's up? Hold on. Okay, just...
Jones: Come on. Come on, come back to my place.
Mills: Jones, I can't do that. Just slow down and talk to me. Okay? What's up?
Jones: Screw you.
Mills: What?
Jones: Taxi!
