Casey and Dawson’s apartment / CFD
Casey: Hey, Chief, what's up?
Boden: Casey... I know how we can get Dawson on the truck.
Firehouse: Boden’s office
Casey: You sure about this?
Boden: Answer the question. Do you think it's a good fit? Are you kidding?
Casey: Gabby is gonna be one hell of a firefighter.
Boden: No doubt, but you know what I'm after. Can the two of you separate your personal feelings from your professional responsibilities?
Casey: Are you really prepared to overlook the fact that...
Boden: I am not required to know all the details of your personal lives. It is only strictly prohibited if you are married, which you are not… So you take some time, you mull it over. Decision's in your hands.
Firehouse: kitchen
Cruz: All right, boys. Feast your eyes.
Mouch: Not bad. Huh. Not bad!
Cruz: Yeah, it was a burger truck, so it's already got most of the equipment we need. Look, fryer, gas grill, refrigeration.
Mouch: "Built-in napkin dispensers." Snazzy.
Cruz: Can't you just picture our logo on the side of that thing? Molly's II.
Otis: Cruz, how much does this thing cost?
Cruz: That's the best part; It's only 12 grand.
Otis: That's not possible.
Mouch: Give me the phone number.
Otis: Joe, where's it say $12,000?
Cruz: Right there... 12k.
Otis: That's 12,000 miles.
Mouch: The price is... $79,000. So, before you pitched Herrmann this great idea, did you do any research at all on how much it costs to get a food truck up and running? The vehicle, the license, the registration...
Cruz: All right, all right, I get it, Mouch! You want to point fingers, or you want to help me find a truck?
Main: Engine 51, Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61. Structure fire, 16th and Wabash.
Truck 81
Cruz: I can already see the smoke, boys. Looks like it's rolling.
Herrmann: Oh, boy. Hey, Casey, we're neck-and-neck with your old pal, Welch.
Cruz: Don't worry, Casey, I got this.
Casey: I'm not interested in a pissing contest. If Welch wants this fire, he can have it… Cruz, forget him. Just drive the truck.
Otis: Great. Welch is gonna get there first. We'll be taking orders from him.
Herrmann: Ah, I don't see 'em. Maybe they got held up.
Casey: See? It all works out in the end...
Squad 3
Tony: Whoa, Severide!
Severide: Mayday! Mayday! This is Squad 3 to main! Truck 81 and Truck 66 have collided on the corner of 24th and Wabash. We're gonna need ambulances... As many as you can get! This is bad!
Ambulance 61
Brett: Oh, Dawson, that's, like, five blocks back. What do we do?
Dawson: 61 to main. We're closer to the accident than we are the fire. Do you want us to take the accident instead?
Main: Stand by, 61.
Brett: Should I keep driving?
Main: Affirmative, 61. Take in the accident.
Dawson: Okay, turn around! Go, go, go, go, go!
Street
Severide: Confirming that Ttruck 81 and 66 are out of action, requesting that Squad 3 stay. Please reassign other units to the structure fire. Mills, Capp, Tony... Check 66. Newhouse, you're with me… You guys all right? Any injuries? Hey, Case, you okay?
Truck 81
Casey: Mouch is hurt. Oh, hell. This is bad.
Severide: Otis, you okay?
Otis: Yeah, but Mouch is bleeding.
Severide: Mouch, talk to me.
Mouch: It's my eye. I hit something... Door frame, I don't know.
Severide: Let me see, bud. All right, don't worry. We're gonna take care of you. Herrmann, grab your jump bag. Newhouse, go down, put pressure on that.
Newhouse: Copy.
Casey: Cruz, you okay? Cruz! We'll get you out.
Street
Severide: What do we got?
Mills: We got a whole lot of injuries. Driver's not responding. He's pinned in there pretty bad.
Severide: Hey, Welch, what's his name? Welch!
Tommy Welch: Molina.
Severide: Hey, Molina, can you hear me, bud?
Tommy Welch: Tell me he's okay. He's okay?
Severide: I can't find a pulse. Can... Reach in there.
Tommy Welch: Ah, okay, I feel something, barely. We got to get him out of here.
Casey: Hey. You all right? Easy, man, we got you.
McFarland: Don't worry about me. Parish has got a busted leg. The bone showing and everything.
Mills: I'll take care of him, okay?
Casey: Take a seat over here.
McFarland: Why don't you guys learn how to drive? I mean, damn, Lieutenant, what the hell?
Casey: Let's get out of the way.
McFarland: No, I'm not going anywhere.
Casey: Seriously, you look a little pale. Come on, take a seat… Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down! Hey, hey, hey...
Tommy Welch: I'm fine.
Newhouse: Hey, slow down.
Tommy Welch: I'm fine! Parish, hang in there! Parish!
Casey: Hey, Gabby.
Dawson: Matt.
Casey: I'm okay, but we got a lot of guys who need help. He's got a possible broken arm, multiple lacerations. Guy in the back has a broken leg. Driver's unconscious, real bad shape. Mouch got banged up.
Brett: I'll go check on Mouch.
Casey: All right.
Dawson: Hey, McFarland, you okay?
McFarland: Yeah.
Brett: Mouch, what happened? Let me have a look.
Mouch: I can't see. Aw, jeez, I c... Can't see!
Cruz: I don't know what happened. He came out of nowhere.
Brett: Cruz, are you okay? Why don't you sit.
Cruz: Put me to work, Lieutenant.
Casey: Grab a side.
Cruz: What about the fire?
Casey: They're dispatching more companies. Don't worry about the fire.
Parish: Ah, ah, ah, ah!
Casey: We got you, Parish. You're gonna be okay.
McFarland: Hey, nice driving, genius.
Cruz: Hey, man, I...
Casey: Hey, Cruz. Now's not the time.
Brett: You got room for one more?
Ambulance 61
Dawson: Oh, my God.
Mouch: I know, I know.
Dawson: What happened?
McFarland: Oh, real simple. 81 blew the light.
Mouch: We did not blow the light.
McFarland: Oh, yeah? Which way does your seat face?
Mouch: Backwards, but...
McFarland: Yeah, so you don't really know, do you?
Mouch: Listen...
Street
Boden: Casey.
Casey: Yeah.
Boden: Are your men okay?
Casey: All but Mouch. His eye's messed up. Dawson's taking him to Chicago med.
Boden: Is it serious?
Casey: I don't know. He's alive. He's in one piece. I'm just thankful for that.
Boden: What about Molina?
Casey: He's non-responsive, losing blood. His legs are crushed.
Boden: Cruz... What happened?
Cruz: I don't know, Chief. They came out of nowhere.
Joel Tiberg: Who had the light?
Cruz: We did.
Joel Tiberg: You sure?
Cruz: If it wasn't green, then it was yellow. There's no way it was red.
Joel Tiberg: You don't know what colour it was?
Boden: Cruz, did you see the light?
Cruz: I must have. I know I did. Chief, it just all happened like that.
Truck 66
Tommy Welch: Watch his arm. You're too close.
Mills: I see his arm. I got it.
Severide: All right, Mills, go ahead. Mills! Mills, hey! Mills!
Street
Cruz: Damn it.
Severide: What the hell happened, man?
Mills: I don't know, I just... I wasn't paying attention.
Severide: Capp, you relieve Mills on the roof. Mills, you take a breather.
Mills: No, no, I got it.
Severide: Let's do it!
Tommy Welch: Can't you do anything right?
Severide: Hey!
Tommy Welch: I got a guy dying here!
Casey: Hey, they're giving it their all, Welch. We're trying like hell.
Tommy Welch: That's my best friend in there.
Casey: Yeah, I know. We're going to get him out.
Officer: Who was driving this one?
Boden: Right here, Joe Cruz.
Officer: Cruz, you want to step aside with us?
Cruz: Now? We're in the middle of a rescue.
Boden: It's okay, Joe. Go with them.
Severide: All right, Capp, you ready? Go.
Capp: Come on!
Severide: All right, give me a backboard!
Tommy Welch: Hang in there. Hang in there. Come on! Come on, get in there.
Officer: Blow, please.
Tommy Welch: Get in there. Get in there... Easy. Hang in there, Molina. Hold him up. Hold his head up. Hold his head up. Three, get him in. Easy. Jesus Christ… You did this, you son of a bitch. You did this!
Chicago Med: ER
Herrmann: I guess they were trying to cut across from Michigan, but they had to know we were coming up Wabash, right?
Severide: Either way, they got to slow down and have a look. Everyone knows that.
Newhouse: Unless they had the green.
Herrmann: Please. They didn't have the green. What the hell, Newhouse?
Capp: Are the cops still all over Cruz?
Otis: Yeah, now they're demanding piss and blood.
Herrmann: Standard procedure.
Otis: Is that Molina's wife?
Herrmann: Poor kid.
Daniela Molina: Can I see him?
Chicago Med: exam room
Ophtalmologist: You've got a lot of debris in there. I'm going to have to clean that out. But the injury didn't penetrate the cornea, and that tissue heals quickly.
Mouch: So I'll be able to see out of that eye?
Ophtalmologist: Vision should be fully restored, yes.
Mouch: Oh, thank God. Okay.
Chicago Med: ER
Casey: I'm not denying there's been some bad blood between Lieutenant Welch and myself, but it didn't play a role in this accident... Not on our end, anyway.
Boden: Are you sure that 81 had the right of way?
Casey: I didn't see the light myself, but I trust Joe Cruz implicitly.
Joel Tiberg: Even though he doesn't remember seeing the light either?
Casey: If the light was red, he'd have come to a controlled stop. He's good at his job.
Boden: Here's the problem, Casey. The cops still haven't found a credible eye witnesses. There's no traffic cam at that intersection.
Joel Tiberg: And, of the two drivers involved, one can't remember what colour the light was, and one might not live through the night.
Casey: I stand by Joe Cruz.
Boden: That's all for now.
Casey: Hey. Wait, wait, sorry, not here.
Dawson: Um... Good news on Mouch. He's still gonna be able to watch TV with both eyes.
Casey: Good. That's really good. I'm going to check in on him.
Boden: Okay, everyone from 51... Let's move out. Nothing more we can do here.
Severide: Hey.
Mills: Hey, what's up?
Severide: Pretty nasty spill you had back there. What happened?
Mills: Yeah, just got sloppy, I guess.
Severide: You don't get sloppy, Mills.
Mills: It's nothing, I, um... I'm getting dizzy.
Severide: Since when?
Mills: Since the building collapse, I guess. It's all those pain meds for my leg. It's just taking a while to go away.
Severide: Go see a doctor.
Mills: Yeah, I will if doesn't clear up soon...
Severide: Before next shift.
Firehouse: garage
Casey: We should have a spare truck here from the shop pretty soon.
Cruz: That old beast with the bad clutch?
Herrmann: We gonna get anybody to fill in for Mouch?
Boden: I'm rehiring the whole crew. You guys are done with your shift.
Casey: Chief, that's not necessary.
Boden: You've been rattled. Go home and rest.
Firehouse: toilets
Boden: I've seen a lot worse. You're lucky you didn't break that leg again.
Mills: Yeah. I'll just be more careful, huh?
Boden: I understand that you, uh... Reached out to your dad's family.
Mills: I know Newhouse didn't go shooting off his mouth about that, so my mom must have called you, asked you to get involved.
Boden: Yeah, I ran into her in the bank.
Mills: Either way, um... You can tell her that I'm over it, that it was just a passing interest.
Boden: Yeah, I told her I thought it was a great idea. See, your dad, he always talked a lot about his family, and... He wanted to patch things up.
Mills: Why didn't he?
Boden: Something always came up, always some reason not to take the hard road. But I know that he regretted it. He died with that hanging over him. He wanted his children to know where they came from.
Mills: You know what? I think I found out all that I need to know.
Boden: Peter.
Connie: Um... Pardon me, Chief. Chief Tiberg is here to see you.
Boden: Thank you, Connie.
Firehouse: dormitory
Dawson: Do I have clearance to hug you now?
Casey: You do.
Dawson: Man, when that mayday came through...
Casey: I know… But I'm okay.
Dawson: Boden's sending you guys home, huh?
Casey: Yeah. He looks out for his people. In fact, maybe you should sit down for this… So, uh... Boden and I have been talking about making you our candidate on Truck 81. He's willing to turn a blind eye to our relationship. So if this is something you're interested in...
Dawson: Yeah... Yes. Yes, absolutely yes.
Casey: Okay, well, great.
Main: Ambulance 61. Chest pains. Polk and Clinton.
Casey: We can talk about the details later.
Dawson: This... This is amazing.
Firehouse: hallway
Casey: We should take turns standing watch for Molina. Make sure somebody from 81 is at the hospital at all times.
Herrmann: All right. I'll go straight there, if someone can relieve me tonight.
Otis: Cruz and I are going to run down to Roseland, take a look at that old hot dog truck. But then we'll swing by.
Boden: Casey, Cruz... Over here now.
Firehouse: entrance
Casey: What's this? I thought there was no traffic camera at 24th and Wabash.
Boden: This is four blocks south.
Joel Tiberg: And there's 81 racing through a red light, 30 seconds before the collision.
Cruz: That was a controlled stop.
Joel Tiberg: Controlled stop, my ass. You blew that light at 20 miles an hour, at least.
Cruz: Chief, everybody breaks the controlled stop rule. You pretty much have to.
Joel Tiberg: That's your defense? "All the kids are doing it"?
Cruz: Chief, you want to back me up here?
Boden: I would stop talking now, Joe.
Cruz: We were on our way to a fire. If we made a controlled stop at every light, there...
Joel Tiberg: Then Molina would be back at his firehouse instead of on life support.
Boden: Cruz, you should talk to your union rep before you say another word.
Joel Tiberg: Better yet, a criminal lawyer. If Molina can't pull out of this, you're looking at manslaughter charges.
Casey and Dawson’s apartment: living room
Dawson: Hey.
Casey: Hey. How was the rest of shift?
Dawson: More restful than your evening, from the looks of it… How's Cruz?
Casey: He's a tough guy, but, man... This isn't fair.
Dawson: Yeah… Listen, um... I realize that I was pretty quick to respond yesterday about joining 81.
Casey: You were excited.
Dawson: Yeah, I still am… But I also get that maybe there needs to be more of a conversation.
Casey: There's a lot to it, that's for sure.
Dawson: We're not actually gonna be able to get married, huh? As long as I'm working under you?
Casey: Well, we'd have to put the wedding on hold, at least until you've completed your first year as candidate. Then you'd have to transfer to another shift or company.
Dawson: This would really affect us, professionally and personally. And I feel bad because I'm the one who benefits.
Casey: We'd both get something out of it.
Dawson: You'd be willing to put me in harm's way?
Casey: I'd assign you any task I think you're capable of.
Dawson: And if I stepped out of line, you'd discipline me?
Casey: With great enthusiasm.
Dawson: If you didn't think this was a good idea, would you tell me?
Casey: Of course.
Dawson: Everyone's meeting at the hospital.
Casey: Yeah, we should go.
Street
Herrmann: What's the upshot on that hot dog truck?
Otis: Oh, guy sold it before we could get there. I was busy arranging a sit-down between Cruz and a criminal lawyer friend of my brother's.
Herrmann: That's probably a smart move.
Otis: Except Cruz never showed up.
Cruz: I don't need a lawyer. I didn't do anything wrong.
Chicago Med: waiting room
Otis: Hey. What's the word?
Dawson: Molina's out of surgery, but they're keeping him under due to brain swelling.
Casey: It doesn't look good.
Herrmann: Damn.
Cruz: Hey, I'll be right back…
Chicago Med: ICU
Cruz: Lieutenant Welch.
Tommy Welch: Yeah?
Cruz: I just wanted to let you know that I feel awful about the accident.
Tommy Welch: Yeah, I should hope so.
Cruz: Okay, look, I just came by to say if there's anything that I can do for Molina's people, or for you and your guys...
Tommy Welch: Sure, there is. Get your eyes checked.
Cruz: You know what? I feel for Molina. I do. But this wasn't my fault.
McFarland: Molina is ten times the firefighter you are.
Casey: Hey, come on.
Cruz: I didn't do anything wrong.
Casey: Hey, hey.
Cruz: I'm sick and tired of getting the stink-eye everywhere I go!
Casey: I know.
Herrmann: C'mon, guys, why hash this out now? Let's let the white shirts handle this.
Tommy Welch: Just keep that bald-headed douche away from me, or I'll put him in a coma.
Herrmann: Hey, hey, hey! Welch.
Otis: Joe.
Herrmann: We're all here for the same reason. We want Molina home, safe and sound, and then God willing, be back on the job as soon as possible.
McFarland: Back on the job? The guy could be brain dead.
Herrmann: All right. Look, what are you guys doing for his family? You got anything planned?
Tommy Welch: We're still figuring that out.
Herrmann: Let me offer up Molly's. We'll host a thing, both houses. You guys in?
McFarland: Is he gonna be there?
Herrmann: Everybody's invited. You want to help Molina out or not?
Tommy Welch: Of course.
Casey: Listen, you should go.
Cruz: What? No. I got every right to be here. I leave now, I look guilty.
Casey: No. You look like the bigger man… Come on.
Outside Chicago Med
Cruz: Oh. Sorry, Lieutenant… Everybody's inside.
Severide: I know.
Cruz: So what are you doing out here?
Severide: Molina wake up yet? I can't do another funeral for a line-of-duty death, man… I just can't.
Cruz: Yeah, I hear that.
Chicago Med: exam room
Dr. Bachman: All right, now just keep your eyes open.
Mills: Okay.
Dr. Bachman: And hold this position. Still holding, still holding. And there it is. You feel that?
Mills: Yeah.
Dr. Bachman: All right. Now, that eye movement is called nystagmus, and what it tells me is you've got benign paroxysmal positional vertigo: BPPV.
Mills: Yeah, that's what I thought. I've been trying all those rehabilitation exercises... The... The Epley Maneuver and a couple others... For the last month or so.
Dr. Bachman: Still no improvement in your equilibrium?
Mills: No.
Dr. Bachman: The vestibular organs in your right ear probably suffered blast trauma in the building collapse. I guess we were so focused on your leg, we didn't notice.
Mills: Yeah. Well, now that we know, what do we do?
Dr. Bachman: The main thing I need you to understand is I can't clear you for Squad duty.
Mills: Um... Dr. Bachman, come on. Um... I just got back to work. What about medication?
Dr. Bachman: That'll only mask the symptoms. I still can't let you climb ladders or do rope work or scuba dive.
Mills: What the hell do I do? I mean... You're just telling me that I'm done.
Dr. Bachman: Peter, this condition is mild. There are lots of careers you could still perform.
Mills: Yeah, just not this one… I'm a firefighter, okay? And if I'm not that, then what am I?
Firehouse: garage
Herrmann: You were right, Cruz. They gave us the old beast with the bad clutch.
Casey: I think they did it to punish us.
Cruz: Ugh, this thing is a bitch to drive.
Casey: Yeah, well, uh... About that, um... Your driving privileges have been suspended, pending the investigation. Otis, you're driving for now.
Otis: Seriously? This is a total crock, dude. Don't worry... It's all going to work itself out. Hey, Joe... Molina's going to make it. Somebody's gonna come forward, testify you had the light.
Herrmann: Oh, boy, look here! Argh! Argh!
Mouch: Hey, boys.
Casey: Mr. Mouch. Why aren't you home resting?
Mouch: I need to be around my brothers.
Herrmann: Ow. How's your peeper?
Mouch: Well, you know, I'm, uh, dealing with a fairly serious corneal abrasion, and all that that entails, so...
Casey: What does that entail?
Mouch: Eyedrops, mainly.
Firehouse: Boden’s office
Boden: Hey.
Severide: Hey, Chief. Is Mills out sick or something? I'm missing a man.
Boden: You haven't spoken to him?
Severide: He left me a message or two the other day. I guess I forgot to call him.
Boden: Severide, when you go off shift lately, you go into a 48-hour black hole. Why is that?
Severide: Chief, I'm just trying to find Mills.
Boden: Peter Mills failed his medical examination, and he is off Squad… Yeah. Maybe you should reach out to him.
Severide: Right, yeah. Absolutely.
Firehouse: hallway
Mills: Hey, this is Pete. Leave a message.
Severide: Mills, hey, it's Severide. Boden told me the news. Um... Must've been something wrong with my phone. I didn't see your messages until now. Anyway, uh, give me a call.
Firehouse: Boden’s office
Dawson: Hey, Chief. Casey told me what you were willing to do on my behalf.
Boden: Yeah, well, I was appreciative of what you did for me and for this house.
Dawson: Oh, yeah, of course. But I know how you feel about officers and firefighters commingling, and I just want to let you know that Casey and I... We get it. The job comes first.
Boden: Right.
Dawson: And we acknowledge that this kind of arrangement could put a lot of pressure on us, but I feel confident that we can deal with it… We're taking this very seriously.
Boden: Good to hear. You tell me what you decide.
Dawson: Okay, will do, Chief, thanks.
Boden: Hm.
Firehouse: kitchen
Herrmann: So our beer distributor is going to donate a couple kegs of beer, and my cousin Mikey is gonna loan us a P.A. system, which, knowing Mikey, is gonna be a karaoke machine.
Trudy Platt: It's your funeral, Christopher.
Mouch: Trudy!
Trudy Platt: No, no, don't you get up. How are you, hon?
Mouch: Eh, you know.
Trudy Platt: Ohh...
Brett: Are those brownies?
Trudy Platt: I'm sorry. Were you blinded in one eye? Do you want to put your feet up, hon?
Mouch: I do.
Trudy Platt: Hey, uh, Mustache, you want to get him a pillow?
Herrmann: Hey, hey, hey, get back here! You think this fundraiser is going to plan itself?
Trudy Platt: Oh, for that poor fireman? Hey, you know who throws a great party? Atwater. You want me to tell him you guys need a hand?
Herrmann: Yeah we already talked to him. He's busy.
Trudy Platt: He'll be there. Yo, pillow?
Mouch: Isn't she great?
Capp: Mouch, Cruz... Newhouse wants you.
Outside the firehouse
Newhouse: Ask, and you shall receive.
Cruz: Where'd this come from?
Newhouse: Guy I met during a thing.
Mouch: That's not an explanation. Is that a bullet hole?
Newhouse: Yeah, well, I can throw in a can of Bondo.
Cruz: Newhouse, who owns this thing?
Newhouse: Say the word, and you do.
Mouch: Really? For how much?
Newhouse: Let's say, 20% of Molly's II.
Cruz: You want to be a partner?
Hospital
Nurse: That's Leonard Mills, in the wheelchair.
Mills: What's wrong with him? Is he sick?
Nurse: Yes, he's stage four.
Mills: Thank you… Excuse me, Leonard Mills?
Leonard Mills: I already told the other one, I'm not hungry… You're not an orderly.
Mills: No. No, I'm not.
Leonard Mills: You're a fireman… You look just like your mother.
Mills: Yeah, you're damn right I do.
Leonard Mills: So I guess I'm your grandfather.
Mills: I guess so.
Leonard Mills: Peter... Peter... I sure am glad to know you.
Basketball square
Mills: I mean, he trotted out the usual excuses, you know? "Times were different, blah, blah, blah." Whatever. I saw a lot of my father in him. He asked me if I was a firefighter like dad. I couldn't bring myself to admit the truth, that... I'm not anymore.
Newhouse: Mills, I don't get how this thing is ending your career.
Mills: I mean, it's not keeping you off the basketball court, right? It's fine as long as I'm upright. But firefighting is out of the question.
Newhouse: So there's no chance that this thing could clear up someday?
Mills: Yeah, someday. Newhouse, when I was a kid, I used to think it was okay to say that I'm gonna be a firefighter someday. I ain't a kid anymore. You know, this is my life's calling, and it's just... Flushed down the drain.
Newhouse: What the hell's that even mean?
Mills: I don't think you understand. My dad was a firefighter...
Newhouse: Your dad lived his life, right? Now you're living yours. Hell, I get it. It's a fine thing to honour your pops by filling his shoes, but if those shoes don't fit, it doesn't mean you have to go through life barefoot.
Molly’s
Cruz: Hey, where does Herrmann want this thing?
Casey: Uh... Up here by the door.
Cruz: Okay. I guess we're done here?
Casey: Yeah. I'll see you later, right?
Cruz: Yeah, maybe.
Casey: Aren't you coming to the fundraiser?
Cruz: You didn't even want me at the hospital.
Casey: That was different.
Cruz: Really? What's changed?
Casey: Well, a few days have passed. Your drug tests came back clean.
Cruz: I'm still getting a bunch of sideways looks, Casey. I don't want to deal with it.
Casey: To hell with them. We all know you didn't do anything.
Cruz: Do you know that? 'Cause I don't. I keep replaying it over and over in my head. What colour was the light? Did I check the cross traffic? But I don't know.
Casey: Cruz, listen to me. Welch thinks you screwed up. Who cares? He doesn't know you. But everybody at 51 does. None of us have doubted you for a single second, all right? So don't you dare start doubting yourself.
Later
Kevin Atwater: Thanks, man. Whoa, $20 cover tonight.
Capp: I already paid. I just stepped out to feed the meter.
Kevin Atwater: Is that right?
Capp: I already paid! Come on...
Kevin Atwater: What's up, man?
Mills: You're good, bro.
Kevin Atwater: Thank you, man.
Otis: Hey!
Dawson: Hey, Mouch. Come here… I got some bad news for you guys.
Mouch: Oh, no, what?
Dawson: Casey and I... We're splitting up.
Cruz: What?
Otis: Get out of here.
Dawson: Yeah. But, um, on the bright side, I'm free to join you on Truck 81.
Cruz: Yeah-ha-ha!
Otis: Yeah!
Dawson: I know this could be tricky, but it'll be worth the trouble. You're the best lieutenant I've ever seen. And you're going to make me into a better firefighter more than anyone else could.
Casey: Hell, yes, I am.
Otis: Hey, to Gabby Dawson. Welcome to Truck 81, baby!
All: Whoo!
Herrmann: Yeah! Hey, uh, listen up, everybody. I just got off the phone with Chief Boden, who's at Chicago Med right now, and I'm happy to report that Jason Molina is awake and talking with the doctors. But, um, he's got a long recovery ahead of him, and his family's counting on us for the help. So keep that money coming in, all right? Yeah!
Chicago Med: ICU
Casey: Chief. We heard Molina was awake. Got a little something for him.
Boden: Yeah, he's up. And he's come clean… He says Lieutenant Welch gave him the nod.
Joel Tiberg: A signal Molina understood to mean, "beat 81 to the scene, come hell or high water." Molina and Welch are taking the heat for this one. You're off the hook, Cruz.
Boden: Casey, while we have Chief Tiberg, do you have an answer on Dawson?
Casey: Uh, yeah, yeah. We'd like to have Gabriela Dawson on Truck 81.
Joel Tiberg: Dawson? I thought there was some reason you didn't want to do that.
Boden: Personal issues. It's resolved now.
Joel Tiberg: Great. The spot's hers.
Mills: Chief. Quick question: iIf Dawson's moving over to Truck, that means there's an opening for a paramedic, correct?
Boden: Correct… Correct.
Chicago Med: Molina’s room
Casey: Molina... How are you feeling?
Jason Molina: I'm hanging in there. This is Daniela, my wife. Dani, this is Lieutenant Casey, of Truck 81.
Casey: Welch and I got the two houses together. Hopefully this is enough to get you by till Jason's on his feet.
Daniela Molina: Thank you. He will be, too. You watch.
Cruz: Thank you.
Casey: We heard about your statement. Took balls.
Jason Molina: Yeah. But we reap what we sow, right?
Casey: So they say.
