Restaurant
Casey: Hi, I'm looking for my niece and her mother. The little girl's 12 years old... Never mind. I see her… Hey, there she is.
Violet: Hi, Uncle Matt. Thanks for coming.
Casey: Where's your mom? Violet, you said your mom was gonna be here. What's going on? Hey, look at me… Violet?
Violet: My mom doesn't know I'm here.
Casey: What happened to you?
Violet: I had a fight at school. I can't tell mom because I'm already in trouble. Can you sign it for me?
Casey: What happened to the Latin school?
Violet: I had to switch when we moved.
Casey: You moved?
Violet: Can you sign it or not?
Casey: Yeah, I'll sign it.
Hotel room
Harrison: Come on, Sylvie. Come home with me.
Brett: I told you. I just... I need to think about all of this.
Harrison: You know how I feel.
Brett: I do. I just... Don't know why. I mean, what changed?
Harrison: These last few months without you... It's not something I ever want to get used to… I have to go back to Fowlerton today, take care of a few things. Maybe close a deal on the Darlington house.
Brett: You really made an offer on it?
Harrison: I can back out any time. I'm just hoping I don't have to.
Brett: Oh, I'm late.
Firehouse: hallway
Dawson: Hey, hey, how was breakfast?
Casey: Get this... Christie and Jim have jammed Violet into some huge public school in Logan Square where they now live.
Dawson: When did all this happen?
Casey: It must've been recently, but Christie never said anything about it. I should know this stuff. I'm a terrible brother.
Dawson: Hey, no, you're not. You're definitely not.
Casey: Yeah.
Firehouse: toilets
Casey: Let me guess. Bad clams?
Severide: Hung over.
Main: Truck 21, Squad Three, Ambulance 61, structure fire at the 1400 block of Ogden and Washington Avenue.
Truck 81
Otis: Aw... Jeez!
Cruz: Otis!
Otis: Sorry, my bad.
Herrmann: How long until you can drive again?
Cruz: Ten weeks.
Herrmann: Oof.
Street
Owner: This is my building. You got to do something.
Casey: Anybody inside?
Owner: I don't know. There were men working on the upper two floors.
Severide: Primary search on the sixth floor. Let's go.
Owner: Main entrance is around the corner.
Casey: We'll check out the fifth floor. Cruz, extend the aerial.
Cruz: On it.
Herrmann: All right, I'll take Dawson and vent the roof.
Casey: You clear the fifth floor. Dawson and I will vent the roof.
Herrmann: Whatever you say, Lieutenant.
Cruz: Clear… Damn it! Casey, Dawson, are you clear on the roof? We got to move this aerial. Herrmann, you got a victim on the fifth floor balcony, north side. Can you get to him?
Herrmann: That's a negative. Hallway's obstructed. We can't get past the middle.
Cruz: Casey, you two good on the roof? I got to move this aerial.
Casey: Copy that. We're good.
Brett: Are you okay?
Boden: Squad 3, Truck 81 report.
Herrmann: Fifth floor is clear. We're coming out.
Severide: North end of the building is flashing over, Chief. We got to pull back.
Boden: Copy that. Where's Lieutenant Casey?
Herrmann: He's venting the roof with Dawson.
Boden: Casey! Dawson! I want you off that roof, now!
Casey: Copy that, Chief.
Boden: Cruz, get that aerial back up there, now.
Cruz: Copy, Chief.
Roof
Casey: Situation is deteriorating, Chief. We can't get to the aerial.
Street
Boden: Can you make it to a safe location?
Roof
Casey: Negative Chief. We're gonna have to use our bail-out gear. Relax, you've trained for this. It's no different than at the academy… You good?
Dawson: Yeah.
Street
Boden: Okay, can somebody please tell me why our truck lieutenant is venting the roof?
Casey: Hang on! You okay?
Dawson: I'm okay.
Casey: Keep moving.
Dawson: I got a... I got a problem.
Casey: What is it?
Dawson: This cable is stuck in my DCD. I can't move.
Casey: All right, don't panic. You got your cutters?
Dawson: Yeah. Okay, I want you to cut the black cable.
Casey: And with your right hand I want you to pull as much of your weight as you can onto the rope and yank the cable out of your DCD with your left.
Dawson: Okay… It's not working. It's not working.
Casey: Come on, Gabby. You can do this. Pull your weight onto the rope and just pop that cable free.
Dawson: I got it!
Casey: Good job. Ready? You okay?
Dawson: Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.
Firehouse: garage
Newhouse: Hey, Mills? Hey, look. I got a job coming up after shift. I could use a second set of eyes.
Mills: What kind of job?
Newhouse: Nothing you can't handle. And it pays well. You can ride a jet ski, right?
Mills: You know what? Thank you for thinking of me, but I got a lot of stuff going on, man.
Newhouse: It's an open invite, all right? You just let me know when you're ready to make and extra three bills.
Mills: Wait, how much?
Casey: It won't be long.
Boden: Okay.
Casey: Herrmann. You want to fill in as acting lieutenant for half an hour? I have a little personal business.
Herrmann: Yeah, sure. I guess.
Dawson: Good luck.
Casey: Thanks.
Firehouse: kitchen
Otis: Watch out, boys. Severide's looking for drinking buddies for tomorrow night.
Cruz: Again?
Otis: My liver's still mad at me for Friday.
Herrmann: That guy ought to spend a quiet night at home for once.
Cruz: Yeah, well, get your excuses ready.
Capp: Yo, Truck 81, that bathroom's looking like a warzone.
Cruz: Yo, Cap. We're not on bathroom duty. It's Squad's month.
Capp: Says who?
Herrmann: Says me, acting lieutenant of Truck 81. Guess that settles that.
Boden: Joe Cruz, see you a minute?
Firehouse: entrance
Cruz: Chief, I know I put Dawson and Casey in a tight spot up there but I...
Boden: No, no, no, no, Joe, what you did out there was exemplary work. Your quick thinking saved that man's life.
Cruz: Thank you, Chief. Just glad I saw him when I did… It was good running that truck again. Even if it wasn't from the driver's seat.
Christie’s apartment
Casey: Hey, Christie.
Christie: Matt, what a surprise. Come on in.
Casey: Thanks.
Christie’s apartment: living room
Casey: So, uh... What happened to the house?
Christie: We just had to do a little belt-tightening. How did you find us?
Casey: I got your address off Violet's detention slip. She got into a fight, Christie.
Christie: That damn school. They're supposed to be keeping an eye on the situation.
Casey: This isn't the first fight?
Christie: We're on top of it. Jim and I have been down there. We're gonna go again. Believe me.
Casey: What's going on with you guys?
Christie: It's nothing. Just a few bad investments. I really need to call the school right now.
Casey: I'm worried about you, Christie.
Christie: You don't have to be.
Casey: But I'm your brother. Let me help you.
Christie: Just don't worry about us. We're gonna be fine.
Firehouse: kitchen
Severide: Hey.
Brett: Hey.
Severide: A bunch of us are going out tomorrow night if you want to come. Oh, wait, don't you have a friend in town or something?
Brett: My fiancé. Or ex... My ex-fiancé. Actually I'm not real sure what he is to me at the moment… I slept with him.
Severide: Ah.
Brett: You just got more than you bargained for, didn't you?
Severide: Does that mean you guys are back together?
Brett: Well, he lives in Fowlerton.
Severide: You going back there?
Brett: No, no, no, no. No.
Severide: Good.
Brett: Yep.
Firehouse: garage
Herrmann: What... What are you doing?
Dawson: I'm wiping it down like you told me.
Herrmann: It's not polish, Dawson. It's wax. You got to let it dry to a haze first. Then you buff it out.
Dawson: Right.
Herrmann: You can move to another section while you wait. Then I'm gonna talk you through the rims. They got to shine like the day they were made.
Casey: You're relieved, Lieutenant. I need to borrow Dawson for a minute.
Dawson: I'm in the middle of something. Herrmann, finish up will you?
Herrmann: Yeah, sure. Absolutely Lieutenant. Take as much time as you need.
Outside the firehouse
Casey: Christie and Jim...
Dawson: I'm...
Casey: Are basically broke. They've got to get their act together, you know?
Dawson: I know, but...
Casey: I tried to offer help, money or something but she's... Embarrassed? Proud? I don't know. Maybe you can talk to her?
Dawson: Can we deal with this another time?
Casey: I didn't always have Christie in my life. Her mom brought us back together, because she wanted us to be there for each other, and I don't feel like I've held up my end of the bargain.
Dawson: Okay, um, well, if Christie's too proud to take the money, give it to Jim.
Casey: Thank you.
Firehouse: garage
Mouch: Uh... Herrmann? Maybe it's none of our business, but how is it that you're waxing the chief's buggy and not Dawson?
Herrmann: I got busted down from acting lieutenant all the way to candidate in one fell swoop.
Dawson: Hey, I'm sorry about that. I can take over.
Herrmann: Don't worry about it. I got it. Go on, go canoodle with your lieutenant.
Casey: 81, in the truck. We're taking a ride.
Jim Jordan’s office
Jim Jordan: Matt?
Casey: Hey.
Jim Jordan: Hey, what are you doing here?
Casey: Uh... Listen, I was speaking to Christie earlier about Violet's school situation. I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but if there's any chance of getting Violet back into her old school, I'd be happy to pitch in.
Jim Jordan: That's a nice offer, but you know what? I think things are gonna level out a bit. Once we're done with mediation and the divorce is, you know, finalized...
Casey: Divorce?
Jim Jordan: What, she didn't tell you?
Casey: Jim, what happened?
Jim Jordan: Well, lots of little things piling up over the years. And financial problems certainly take their toll.
Keri Hathaway: We have got to find a new coffee place, babe. That line is just... Jim, is everything okay?
Casey: Why wouldn't everything be okay?
Jim Jordan: Matt.
Casey: You're a real piece of work.
Firehouse: locker room
Casey: She called him babe. I think it's a safe bet they're sleeping together.
Dawson: I mean, you're probably right, but maybe Christie already knows.
Casey: Maybe. I don't like it.
Dawson: Baby, I wouldn't read too much into this. Divorce makes people act crazy.
Casey: That's my point. Something's up. And what do we really know about Jim anyway? I want to check this guy out. Let's get Antonio involved.
Dawson: He and Laura are... They're going through the same thing right now. I'd leave him out of it.
Casey: Wait, what about what's his name, Halstead?
Dawson: Mm, better idea. You know, um, Adam Ruzek? Antonio trusts him.
Casey: I'll reach out.
Outside the firehouse
Cruz: Oh, uh-oh, it's not gonna work.
Otis: Look, Joe... We need to have a talk, okay? Before this turns into a thing. Now, I know how important driving the truck is to you...
Cruz: No, Otis...
Otis: But I didn't ask to be your replacement, right? Now, when the starting quarterback gets hurt and the coach has to put in the backup QB, that's just the way it is. There's no time for bruised egos, Cruz. We're all one team, man. I say this as a friend.
Cruz: The engine needs to be running in order to get an accurate level on the transmission fluid.
Herrmann: Incredible, she did it again. She left the flipping compartment door open.
Otis: So say something then.
Herrmann: What's the point? Casey's just gonna tell me to close it.
Boden: Can all those involved with Molly's please follow me?
Otis: Okay.
Street
Boden: Approximately how long can I expect my beautiful firehouse to be defiled by this atrocity?
Mouch: Sorry, Chief. It's not exactly running at the moment.
Cruz: We'll get it out of here, soon.
Boden: I hope so... Or you'll have bigger problems than a few parking tickets.
Cruz: 160 bucks.
Mouch: I can totally take care of these.
Firehouse: Boden’s office
Connie: I got those forms for you, Chief.
Boden: Perfect, thank you.
Herrmann: Chief, you got a sec? Connie, may I? Chief, uh... You know how I don't like going outside the chain of command… But this situation with Dawson...
Boden: Go on.
Herrmann: You're gonna make me say it?
Boden: Oh, God.
Herrmann: Chief, it ain't working. I mean, you saw it, all right? Casey's venting the roof so he can look out for her? I mean, how many candidates has he had? You ever see him vent the roof with one?
Boden: May I remind you what it was like around here in the wake of Shay's death? A big reason we're getting past that is Dawson's decision to stay on at ambulance. We owe her.
Herrmann: Absolutely. But when you rewarded her with a spot on 81, you didn't ask any of us how we felt about having a candidate date our lieutenant. And we're the ones that got to deal with it.
Boden: I have absolute faith that you will find a way to deal with it.
Herrmann: Got it, Chief. Message received.
Street
Mills: What do we got?
Officer: Guy could use some medical attention.
Bridge
Mills: Hmm. Get ready… What is he on?
Officer: You're the medic.
Mills: So what, you call us here to help cut down on your paperwork?
Officer: Can't click a guy up for rocking a banana hammock.
Mills: Chicago's finest, huh?
Brett: You got a name, big fella?
Officer: Whoa, hey, hey!
Brett: 10 milligrams of versed to help him sleep.
Mills: Ha. Against regulations.
Ambulance 61
Mills: Nice and easy. We're gonna take care of you, okay?
Brett: The hell with regulation.
Mills: Oh, man. Good lookin' out.
Firehouse: hallway
Otis: What do you got going on today?
Cruz: Nothing, man. I'm gonna go home and sit on the couch...
Severide: Hey, guys. You coming tonight? Tipsy Tuesday at McGillicuddy's.
Cruz: Tonight, uh?
Otis: What's today?
Cruz: You know what?
Otis: I got this thing.
Severide: Whatever, you guys suck.
Otis: Hold on. Oh, yeah. My nephews are gonna come visit the house next shift.
Cruz: Hmm, that's exciting news, apparently.
Otis: Oh, they get to see me drive the truck. No offense. They're gonna lose their minds!
Cruz: Yeah, good for you, bro.
CPD: 21 District, entrance
Trudy Platt: Well, look at this. It must be Christmas or something.
Mouch: Hiya, Trudy.
Casey: Morning, Sergeant. I'm meeting Adam Ruzek down here.
Trudy Platt: That's him right there.
Casey: Thank you.
Trudy Platt: What's the deal? He need a grown-up to hold his hand on the walk down here?
Mouch: Aw, no, I just thought I'd pop by to see you.
Trudy Platt: That's nice. I like that.
Mouch: Oh, and then there's this bit of unpleasant business.
Trudy Platt: Oh, parking tickets. The worst. Right?
Mouch: I thought I could get a little assistance dealing with these.
Trudy Platt: Sure, just go down the stairs, take a left and the cashier's at window five.
Mouch: Oh, okay. Thanks.
Trudy Platt: You come by anytime.
Casey: I realize this is a big ask and you don't owe me anything, but my sister isn't thinking straight right now. I just need to know what's really going on.
Adam Ruzek: Well, fair enough. What's Jim's last name again?
Casey: Jim Jordan of Jordan Development.
Adam Ruzek: Jordan Development. All right, okay, I will do some poking around. I can't run a wire or anything like that, but I can figure out a lot without getting too dirty.
Casey: All right, thanks. I owe you.
Adam Ruzek: All right, man. I'll get back to you, all right?
Casey: Okay.
CFD: Joel Tiberg’s office
Boden: Thanks for seeing me, Chief. How's Gretchen doing?
Joel Tiberg: Great. Working at some fancy store on Mag Mile while she finishes up her degree.
Boden: Oh, good for her. Give her my best, will you? I want to talk about Joe Cruz. He had a hell of a save yesterday and... I'd like him back behind the wheel.
Joel Tiberg: He's on three months' suspension.
Boden: I realize that. But you and I both know he was not at fault in that crash. He really stepped up, and I believe he should be rewarded for that.
Joel Tiberg: So, put in for a commendation.
Boden: Driving's what really matters to him.
Joel Tiberg: There's nothing I can do.
Boden: Okay, but you do know I may... Take this upstairs.
Joel Tiberg: Rattling cages like that takes a toll on your career. You ready to risk that just because your guy really wants to drive the truck?
Molly’s
Severide: I do my job. I do it well. When I punch out, that's my business.
Connie: It most certainly is.
Severide: Everybody's on my ass for the drinking, but I don't bring that to work. My point is I do my job and the day I show up to work drunk, I'm telling you, Connie, and I mean this, you can fire me.
Connie: All right. I will.
Severide: Cheers.
Connie: Cheers.
Street
Brett: No, no, no.
Brett’s house
Brett: Wait... Wait… Oh... Give it back. The little white gold ring that was in that wooden box. It's my grandmother's. Give it back… Get out! Leave!
Firehouse: kitchen
Cruz: Hey, Mouch, did you get those parking tickets taken care of?
Mouch: You know it. My girl, Trudy, she takes good care of me.
Cruz: Awesome. 'Cause we got three more.
Mouch: I'll handle it.
Casey: Hey, Ruzek.
Adam Ruzek: Matt, hey, you got a second? We should talk in private.
Casey: Yeah.
Firehouse: dormitory
Adam Ruzek: Well, your instincts were spot on. This cat Jim and his receptionist are definitely hanging out. It gets worse, man. You said that he and Christie are broke?
Casey: Yeah?
Adam Ruzek: Yeah, no. By the looks of it, his company is doing just fine. For the last year at least he's been playing a sort of shell game to keep his assets out of your sister's reach.
Casey: He can't get away with this. Right?
Adam Ruzek: He can. He relinquished control of the company to a third party, Keri Hathaway. Do you know who that is?
Casey: The receptionist.
Adam Ruzek: So, bottom line is if your sister signs off on any sort of mediation agreement, this jackass will get all of the assets, and there's not a damn thing anybody can do about it.
Casey: All right.
Adam Ruzek: Sorry, man. Listen, if you need anything else I got your back, all right? Let me know.
Casey: Okay.
Firehouse: hallway
Harrison: Sylvie?
Brett: Hey.
Harrison: I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner.
Brett: Oh, it's okay. I'm okay.
Harrison: Really? You sounded pretty upset on the phone.
Brett: I was, but you know...
Harrison: I've taken care of everything. I've already reserved the u-haul, and I can start packing your things up right away.
Brett: Uh...
Firehouse: briefing room
Brett: Harrison, I haven't decided to leave.
Harrison: Someone broke into your apartment. They almost attacked you. You can't stay here. You can't handle this kind of life.
Brett: But I did. I did handle it. I mean, I actually picked up a baseball bat and yelled at the guy, and he freaked out.
Harrison: That's nuts.
Brett: Yeah, I guess it kind of was… It's funny... I came to Chicago to escape what happened with you and me, but now, I think this is the right place for me. But that doesn't mean we have to stop being together.
Harrison: Sylvie, I hate to say this, but I don't think you're dealing with the reality of all of this. I mean, sooner or later, this is going to be another one of those things that you just... Give up on. But this time you could really get hurt. Everyone sees it. We're all worried about you.
Brett: There it is.
Harrison: There what is?
Brett: That feeling. I haven't felt it since I left Fowlerton, since you left me. I almost forgot about it. That pit in my stomach that I get when you try and cut me down and make me feel like I'm crazy.
Harrison: Sylvie...
Brett: I think you should go.
Harrison: Come on, Sylvie.
Main: Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61.
Harrison: Sylvie, you walk out that door...
Main: 198 West Roosevelt road...
Harrison: And I'm not gonna be here when you get back.
Street
Boden: Excuse me, thank you.
Severide: Coming through, coming through.
Building
Manager: I've never seen anything like it. Something went wrong with the system and sent the elevator flying to the top of the building.
Boden: How many people inside?
Manager: I don't know. Maybe five or six.
Boden: Okay, we're staging at the top.
Top of the building
Boden: Go. Go. Go.
Woman: Help, help us.
Severide: This is Lieutenant Severide with the Chicago Fire Department. Just hang tight. We're gonna get you guys out.
Casey: Otis, you're up.
Woman: Get us out of here. Hurry!
Newhouse: It's not moving, Lieutenant.
Severide: Damn it, it's jammed shut. See if you can pry it open just a little more.
Newhouse: No, that's not gonna go.
Woman: Please, get us out.
Severide: Hey, guys. Hang in there. We're coming. I think we can squeeze someone through... Maybe Dawson or Herrmann. Have them go down and try to force the doors from the inside.
Casey: All right.
Herrmann: I got this, Lieutenant.
Otis: Easy... You got it?
Herrmann: Yeah.
Otis: Herrmann!
Casey: It looks like they're two stories down.
Boden: Move, now!
2nd flour
Boden: Herrmann! You all right in there?
Herrmann: We're okay! But we got a lady in here with what looks like a serious spinal cord injury. So you better have a backboard and a collar standing by.
Boden: Copy that. You work on the inner doors.
Herrmann: Copy.
Otis: There's no keyhole. This is an older elevator. They only have drop keyholes in the top and bottom floors.
Severide: Well, forcing these outer doors is gonna take time.
Boden: Which we don't have.
Severide: Capp, go to the squad and grab a drill. Anybody have a piece of paper? Anything?
Brett: Here.
Severide: All right, Capp. On that dot right there. Straight through… Otis, try it.
Otis: Oh, yeah.
Herrmann: Nice to see you guys. Come on. All right, come on. Stay put, don't move.
Boden: Brett, Mills, you stabilize her and you get her out of there as soon as possible.
Mills: Hope this isn't going anywhere.
Brett: Only one way to find out, right?
Mills: Right.
Brett: Don't worry, ma'am. We're gonna get you out of here… You're good. Okay, on three. One, two, three.
Mills: We're fine. We're fine, go!
Firehouse: garage
Boden: Gentlemen, for the second time now, I'm gonna ask about the status of Molly's truck. There won't be a third time.
Mouch: The thing is, Chief, we can't get it started. And if we can't start it...
Boden: Mouch, that an excuse I'm hearing?
Cruz: We'll get it running, Chief.
Connie: Chief, you have a phone call.
Cruz: How are we gonna do that?
Mouch: Well... I think we have to go with the nuclear option.
Cruz: Which is?
Mouch: Hey, Capp?
Capp: Yeah.
Mouch: Will you repair the food truck if 81 takes over Squad's bathroom duty for the rest of the year?
Dawson: Mouch.
Herrmann: Hey! Mouch!
Capp: Deal.
Boden: Hey, Joe. I got some good news for you. You are back on the wheel.
Cruz: Say what?
Boden: Your driving suspension has been withdrawn. Congratulations.
Mouch: You go to church or something recently?
Cruz: Sometimes you got to believe, brother. Hey, Otis! Coach Bowden called me into his office!
Otis: Are you guys ready for the ride of your lives? Hey, Joe. Man, what are you doing?
Cruz: I'm so sorry, Otis.
Otis: Ha. Nephews, meet Joe Cruz. Joe loves to pretend he drives the truck. Okay.
Cruz: Na zdorovie.
Otis: All right, get in there.
Dawson: Really? You're really not gonna say anything? Why do you keep letting me get away with that?
Herrmann: You mean... You were doing it on purpose?
Dawson: For days now, yeah. And you haven't said a word. This was my worst fear, Herrmann, that you guys weren't gonna treat me like any other candidate.
Herrmann: Dawson, if you wanted to be treated like any other candidate you would've cooled your heels and waited for a spot to open in another house.
Dawson: Now we're gonna do this?
Herrmann: Yeah, we are. 'Cause you insisted on working under Casey and now here we are… I want you to succeed, Dawson. I want to see that. I really do. But you got to admit that the dynamics of this situation are... Challenging.
Dawson: Okay, so, take me off of Casey's hands and let me shadow you on calls.
Herrmann: You want to be on my hip?
Dawson: Yeah, I think I could learn a lot from you.
Herrmann: Okay.
Dawson: Okay.
Herrmann: You can start by closing your compartment doors.
Dawson: Copy that.
Christie’s apartment: living room
Christie: And this has been going on for a year?
Casey: At least. Maybe longer.
Christie: I thought we could work it out.
Casey: I know.
Christie: He allowed me to believe that.
Casey: You don't have to go through this alone, Christie. I'll be right by your side. We're gonna get you a good lawyer.
Christie: No, I'm... I'm tired of fighting. I just want to settle this and be done with it.
Casey: Chrissy, you can't let him get away with this.
Christie: Matt, it's my life and I just want to get on with it.
Violet: Mom?
Casey: Hey… Listen, I've been where you are, Violet. It's gonna be okay. I promise you that… Come here.
Molly’s
Dawson: You sure you're okay?
Casey: I'm fine.
Dawson: Don't beat yourself up. You can't fight this battle for her, you know?
Boden: Hey.
Casey: Hey, Chief.
Boden: Don't act so damned surprised. I have been in a bar before, Lieutenant.
Casey: No, I know. Just, don't see you here much.
Boden: Donna wanted some time to herself. She's been a little... Unpredictable lately.
Casey: Chief, can I ask you a question? What did it cost you to get Cruz off his suspension?
Boden: I won't be included in the next round of promotions. That much I know. But we got to stand up for our people. Even if it's a tough fight.
Cruz: All right, boys. Chop, chop.
Severide: You know what we need? All of us? A Vegas weekend.
Otis: What weekend?
Severide: Next weekend. Come on!
Mouch: I don't know. You need a little more lead time, or you get crushed on the airfare.
Severide: Oh, never mind. Come on, all right, this is a squad trip only. We're going to Vegas. That's an order.
Capp: Yeah, sure. Good.
Mills: Hey, look who it is.
Brett: Hey.
Otis: What's happening, Sylvie?
Brett: Hey, guys.
Severide: How you doing? You okay?
Brett: Yeah, yeah, I am.
Severide: That's good. Cheers. Grab a seat.
Cruz: You want to get down on this?
Otis: Come on, girl.
Herrmann: I'm gonna make a firefighter out of you.
Dawson: That's exactly what I want.
Restaurant
Casey: Shut up and listen, Jim… I'm gonna come to your office at 8:00 A.M. sharp, and we're gonna take a long hard look at your books… So, Keri... Why don't you have those ready, huh?
Jim Jordan: I don't know what Christie told you...
Casey: One more word, and I'll knock you flat on your ass… 8:00 A.M… Don't make me come find you.
