Jack Nesbitt’s club
Igor: He's clean.
Casey: Unbelievable.
Jack Nesbitt: Let's get Matt a drink here.
Casey: I'm fine.
Jack Nesbitt: Okay. We're opening five more clubs, and our investors want to know if you'll accept cash. We're also willing to allow an extra 5% in markups if you do the work off-book. I know this sounds a little shady, but it's all about our cash-on-hand right now. If there's filed...
CPD van
Antonio Dawson: What happened? We lost you.
Casey: Your wire's in the toilet. You're welcome to dig it out. Something didn't feel right, so I ducked into the bathroom and flushed it. Good thing. They frisked me… Opened up the back. It works.
Antonio Dawson: Damn it.
Casey: They're worried about ATF.
Hank Voight: ATF?
Antonio Dawson: I'll look into it.
Casey: They talked about cash for construction. Didn't say a word to me about anything illegal.
Hank Voight: Casey, this is a process. These guys are smart.
Antonio Dawson: We regroup, hit them again. Just got to have patience.
Hank Voight: You did good.
Firehouse: Severide’s office
Scott Rice: I got a confession to make.
Severide: Yeah?
Scott Rice: I can be a jerk.
Severide: That's about right, yeah.
Scott Rice: Look, I know the rumours that fly around CFD about me and the ones that fly around here. I'm no ducker, Kelly. And man-to-man, I can do this job. I shouldn't have said what I said to you the other day about our friendship. I, uh... I was frustrated… Look, I apologize.
Severide: I got your back, you know that.
Scott Rice: Yeah, I know, yeah. More than anyone.
Street
Otis: What?
Cruz: What, what?
Otis: You haven't said two words to me all morning.
Cruz: Now I'm not allowed to be contemplative and asocial?
Otis: No, you're not. You're supposed to be dense and loveable.
Cruz: Dense?
Otis: In a loveable way.
Cruz: I am not dense.
Otis: Fair enough. But it's "antisocial," not "asocial."
Firehouse: garage
Scott Rice: The most I'd done up to that point was, uh, under the sweater, over the bra, and, uh... So, um... So Severide and I, we, uh... We hatch a plan.
Firehouse: toilets
Casey: What are you gonna do about Rice?
Severide: What's that mean?
Casey: No one's gunning for him here. And if Otis thinks he's ducking...
Severide: He wasn't ducking.
Casey: You want to believe that, fine. But 51 isn't 51 right now, and it's because of him. That's a fact.
Severide: Casey, drop it!
Main: Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61. Gas leak, 6111 South Mayfield.
Street
Mailman: There's a smell of gas coming from 6111. An elderly woman by the name of Edna Miller lives there, but she's out of town for the week.
Casey: I can smell it from here.
Severide: Anyone else live here?
Mailman: Just her and her dog.
Severide: There's no shutoff outside. Must be in the basement.
Casey: Truck 81 to Main. We need the gas company to 6111 South Mayfield ASAP.
Main: Message received, Truck 81.
Severide: Okay, guys, grab your masks and a four gas monitor. Go to the rear. Check levels.
Casey: Take readings in front.
Mouch: Got it.
Back yard garden
Scott Rice: We're over 100% of lower explosive limit. Oxygen's under 19%. Should we vent?
Severide: No, no, hold up. The only reason why this place hasn't exploded yet is the gas is too rich to burn.
Neighbour: Oh, my God. Is Edna okay?
Severide: Ma'am, it's fine. It's just a gas leak. Mailman said the lady's out of town.
Neighbour: No, she's in there. She came home last night.
Severide: Hey, uh, Squad 3 to Main, what's the ETA on the gas company?
Main: Ten minutes out.
Scott Rice: Hey, let's go get her.
Severide: Yeah? Mask up, we're going in… Hey, Casey, there's a woman inside. We're going in.
Street
Casey: Severide, do not enter. We're getting high readings here. This place will explode.
Severide: Negative, we're going in.
Casey: LEL readings are high! Wait for the gas company!
Back yard garden
Severide: Ready?
Scott Rice: Let's do this.
Severide: Tony, hit it. Go! We're in.
Street
Casey: We need to get into the basement and shut off the gas before Squad blows this place to hell.
Cruz: I got this.
Basement’s door
Herrmann: All right, Otis, you got to move fast.
Otis: Strike!
Back yard garden
Capp: You got to move, Severide! You're running out of time.
Street
Casey: Gas levels are high. Squad's around back, and Severide's inside looking for a woman.
Boden: Are you kidding me?
Casey: I got Otis inside looking for the meter to shut off the gas.
Back yard garden
Boden: Capp, what's the status?
Capp: We're in explosive range Chief.
Boden: Severide, Otis, get out! Now!
Porch
Mouch: Not good, not good. This place is gonna go, Lieutenant.
Casey: Chief, we need to pull back!
Otis: Found the gas meter. Gas is off.
Casey: Take the windows.
Back yard garden
Edna: Oh. Ah.
Basement’s door
Herrmann: Hey, you okay, bud?
Otis: Yeah.
Street
Chili: Her lungs sound good.
Brett: Okay.
Boden: Well? What was that? Truck and Squad, right? You just do what the hell you want now.
Severide: You could've killed us by venting in there, you know that?
Casey: Otis shutting off the gas and us venting is the only reason this whole house didn't explode.
Severide: Otis is the elevator guy! What the hell was he doing in the house at all?
Boden: Stop! Pack up the gear. Get back to quarters right now.
Firehouse: garage
Casey: Otis. What are you doing?
Otis: Just sitting with my brothers, Lieutenant. I thought this was Firehouse 51, not the kingdom of Squad 3.
Severide: We need gas. Let's load back up.
Otis: Cruz. Pull up a chair, man.
Cruz: Yeah, sure.
Firehouse: kitchen
Connie: Jessica. Package for you.
Chili: You know, you can call me "Chili."
Connie: No.
Chili: Oh, my God… It's here.
Herrmann: Okay. Let's see that baby.
Chili: Okay, I can't.
Herrmann: All right.
Chili: Hey, easy!
Herrmann: Okay, I got it. I got it. I got it.
Chili: Careful.
Herrmann: Look at that. You want to give it a whirl?
Chili: Oh, my gosh… Okay… Whoa. That's so cool… To Chilleez.
Herrmann: And?
Chili: It works! It really works! It really works!
Mouch: That's real champagne.
Chili: I know!
Mouch: And it's cold.
Chili: That's kind of the point, Mouch!
Herrmann: Oh, this is gonna be huge. And I've been thinking about this a lot. And there's just one piece of the puzzle that's gonna put this over the edge. Celebrity spokesperson.
Firehouse: Boden’s office
Boden: I've seen it all since I've been here. Haven't always dealt with it with the grace and the class that I would like, but I tried. We have all this animosity. You can't have animosity in a house. It's a killer. But what do I tell 'em? Get in their faces, tell them stop acting like a bunch of damn babies? Or do I give yet another speech about togetherness and family? I don't know, Donna. Beginning to wonder if I can still lead this house. They stopped listening.
Donna Robbins: Wallace. Hey… Why are you using words when you have you?
Connie: Sorry to bother you, Chief, but Lieutenant Casey has something he needs to talk to you about. Says it's important.
Outside the firehouse
Hank Voight: Hey, Chief.
Boden: What's going on?
Antonio Dawson: The construction job that Casey's on, we're investigating the club for human trafficking, money laundering. We've tried to squeeze some UCs in there, but no dice.
Casey: They want me wired up so we can get these guys on tape.
Boden: You were putting one of my men undercover?
Hank Voight: He's been a valuable asset. Believe me, we got his back.
Casey: Chief, the girl I know who works there, she's scared of something. And Jack Nesbitt gives all firefighters a bad name. If I can help, I want to help. I want to take next shift off… I can make a difference here.
Boden: Okay. Do what you got to do.
Firehouse: garage
Cruz: Hey, man, you know, I just want you to know, whatever happens out there or in here or whatever...
Otis: Am I really just the elevator guy?
Cruz: Of course not.
Otis: Does everybody think that or just the Squad a-holes?
Outside the firehouse
Cruz: Otis, man, don't.
Otis: God, I can't stand those guys.
Herrmann: Hey, Otis, wait up! Hey.
Otis: Yeah?
Chili: We need a good elevator man.
Firehouse: garage
Severide: How long is Truck gonna keep this up?
Casey: I don't have time for this right now.
Severide: Yeah, make time. I don't mind catching flack, and I don't mind confrontation. What I do mind is a bunch of guys making false accusations and trying to railroad one of my men out of here.
Casey: One of your old friends, you mean.
Severide: That has nothing to do with this.
Casey: That has everything to do with this! You're blind because of your friendship with this guy.
Severide: Okay.
Casey: You're looking the other way and letting him skate.
Severide: I'm not blind, Casey. I'm just not gonna go pissing on a firefighter who's proven himself.
Casey: Did you even check his story?
Severide: No, I didn't check his story. I take him at his word.
Casey: There it is, right there. Gospel according to Severide.
Severide: You know what? Honestly, go screw yourself. I'm sick of it.
Casey: Maybe you ought to listen to the guy who took you in when you were on your arse.
Severide: Yeah, I liked that guy a whole lot better when he wasn't a sanctimonious prick.
Dawson: Hey, hey. Come on, forget him. Squad doesn't own this house, and I would listen to Otis over Rice all day long.
Casey: Yeah. What's wrong?
Dawson: Ugh, nothing. I just... I feel terrible. It's just the weather. It's been up and down. It's got my system all messed up.
Outside the firehouse
Casey: Okay, well, I'm off next shift. So if you got to call in sick, let Boden know ASAP.
Dawson: Police business?
Casey: Yeah.
Dawson: You being careful?
Casey: Oh, yeah. You know me.
Dawson: Yeah, that's the problem, I do know you.
Hotel
Herrmann: Anything?
Chili: Don't you think I would tell you if I saw something? I saw something.
Herrmann: Scottie Pippen. Oh. Ha.
Elevator
Chili: Hi, I'm a paramedic for the Chicago Fire Department. Is anybody hurt down there?
Scottie Pippen: Wow, that was fast. No, I'm fine.
Chili: Okay, great. Well, we're working on the problem out here.
Scottie Pippen: Thanks.
Chili: Mr. Pippen, I got to tell you, I've been a huge fan of yours for years.
Scottie Pippen: Thanks.
Chili: Yeah. I've seen nearly every goal you've ever scored.
Scottie Pippen: Goal?
Chili: So tell me, Mr. Pippen, how do you feel about perfectly chilled champagne?
Scottie Pippen: What the hell is going on here?
Hotel
Chili: He's in.
Herrmann: Ahh!
Jack Nesbitt’s club
Casey: Hello? I got to tell you the truth here, Jack. I'm feeling more and more like I'm walking into some dark alleys. Something's going on. I don't want any part of it.
Jack Nesbitt: What do you think is going on?
Casey: I don't know. That's why I'm asking.
Katya: Matt...
Jack Nesbitt: Give us a minute, please… Hey, relax, man. Please, come on. This is SOP in the nightclub business, especially in Chicago. Shakedowns, scrutiny, it's all a part of it. I used to get worked up about it, just like you, but now...
Casey: Your backers seem a little more concerned.
Jack Nesbitt: Ah, these Eastern European guys think everyone's a boogeyman… Let me ask you something, Matt. You been approached?
Casey: By who?
Jack Nesbitt: You tell me. ATF, CPD.
Casey: No.
Jack Nesbitt: You sure? I need to know that you're not running your mouth outside these walls.
Casey: Jack... You know what I'm running? A construction crew.
Jack Nesbitt: Okay. Well, listen, we have one more meeting with my partners. Can you come back up here tomorrow, say, 5:00 p.m.?
Casey: Yeah, sure.
Jack Nesbitt: Great. I'll see you then.
Casey: All right.
Katya: I'll walk out with you.
Jack Nesbitt: Actually... I'd like to speak with you, Katya. I'll see you, Matt. 5:00.
Casey: 5:00.
Air Mask
Severide: Hey, bud, you seen Jerry?
Repairman: Jerry!
Jerry: Kelly, how you been?
Severide: I'm good.
Jerry: How's your old man?
Severide: He's, uh... Eh, you know him. He's the same.
Jerry: I could tell you some stories.
Severide: Yeah, I've heard them all. Listen, one of my guys brought in a regulator a few shifts ago. I was just wondering how it looked.
Jerry: 51, right?
Severide: Yeah.
Jerry: There's nothing come through here from 51. Maybe a K-12 saw. That was seven, eight months ago.
Severide: No, I'm talking about a regulator.
Jerry: No, I understand. Didn't come through here.
Severide: You sure?
Jerry: Birthdays, anniversaries, those I forget. Equipment serviced here, never. No one from 51 dropped off a regulator, Kelly.
Firehouse: Boden’s office
Boden: Shut the door.
Severide: I went to Air Mask and spoke to Jerry. You never took your regulator in.
Scott Rice: Sure I did.
Severide: No. You didn't. And you lied to my face.
Scott Rice: No...
Severide: Don't. Don't… You're off Squad 3. Effective immediately.
Scott Rice: That's it? You don't want to hear my side?
Severide: You have a side?
Scott Rice: Look. Since Angie died, it's, uh... I'm all Logan's got, Kelly… And after the Chicago Med incident, well, I started to think about him, and what if he lost both of us? Hmm? He'd be an orphan. With no one to raise him?
Severide: Scott, there's a lot of men with families in the CFD. But everyone, when they report for this job, puts it all out there. Everyone. You weren't ready, Scott. You just weren't.
Scott Rice: That's it? Pink slip and see you later?
Firehouse: kitchen
Boden: Okay. Everybody, listen up… Scott Rice has just been dismissed from Firehouse 51… And I'm not going to kick a man while he is down, so leave it to say his family situation got in the way of his work here… So, Cruz, will you stand up here for me, please? It has recently been reported to me that Joe Cruz completed his Squad Certification last week.
Otis: What?
Boden: And since we now have an opening, it is my honour to welcome Joe Cruz to Squad 3… Joe... Make us proud.
Cruz: Thank you, Chief. I will. I promise.
Otis: What the hell are you doing, man?
Boden: Brian, you are now the driver of Truck 81.
Mouch: Uh, since Casey's gone, who's gonna be acting Lieutenant?
Boden: I am. Anybody got an issue with that? Good.
Main: Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61, Truck 64, Truck 70…
Boden: Here we go.
Main: Ambulance 96, warehouse fire. 1400 North Cortland Street.
Firehouse: garage
Otis: What, you couldn't have said something? After all this, you're joining them.
Herrmann: Otis, you driving or what?
Otis: Yeah. Let's go.
Severide: Hey, Cruz. Do your job.
Parking
Boden: Chief Weiss, where are we?
Chief Weiss: Wallace, I had companies in there doing search and rescue on civilians, but we lost control of the fire.
Boden: You evacuate?
Chief Weiss: I ordered it. Two from Truck 65 haven't made it out.
Firefighter: Two civilians unaccounted for too, Chief.
Boden: Right. Severide, breach the north door. See if you can reach the two from Truck 65. You got two minutes, tops.
Severide: All right. Let's grab a line and head in. Cruz, stay on Tony's hip.
Cruz: Copy.
Boden: Truck 81, with me, recon the perimeter. Let's find another way in.
Around the factory
Victim: Help! Help!
Boden: Hang tight. We're coming in. This opening's too small.
Dawson: I'll go.
Factory
Severide: Hey! Where are the civilians?
Firefighter: Further in!
Severide: Cruz!
Cruz: Yeah! Got him!
Severide: Guys, get them out of here. Get them on air.
Cruz: Copy that!
Around the factory
Herrmann: Get on the floor! All right. Two pulls when you're ready. Got it?
Dawson: Copy that.
Boden: She's in. Let's get this window off.
Parking
Severide: Squad coming out with the two firefighters. We need a medic!
Brett: Got it.
Around the factory
Mouch: Two tugs, let's get her out.
Herrmann: Okay.
Boden: Dawson, where are you?
Dawson: Chief, the room's lighting up. I can't get back to the window. Heading to the front.
Boden: To the front. Now!
Parking
Boden: Cruz, where's Severide.
Cruz: He went for the civilians.
Chief Weiss: It's too late, Chief.
Factory
Dawson: Chief. Chief, I'm out of air. Chief. My tank is empty.
Parking
Boden: Everybody stop. Stop. No matter what happens, no one from House 51 may go into that building… This is not a democracy. I am in charge! Do you understand?
Herrmann: We hear you.
Boden: Good.
Mouch: Chief!
Factory
Severide: Hey, what the hell are you doing?
Dawson: This guy is unconscious. This guy is unconscious.
Severide: Here! He's not unconscious, Dawson. He's dead.
Dawson: No. No. He was breathing.
Severide: He's gone, Dawson. Come on. You tried your best. Let's go… Get up! Come on… Stay low! Hey! In here! Dawson!
Dawson: You're out of air… What do you think?
Severide: They won't deliver enough water to get us out of here.
Dawson: Yeah, but we can get some air from it, right?
Severide: Yeah.
Parking
Chief Weiss: That's it. I'm calling it. Wheatley, get ready to hit the building from the river. Tower ladders on my signal.
Cruz: That'll cook anyone in there.
Chief Weiss: There's no way they have any air left, and that hose line isn't big enough to get them out. I'm cutting off the water and sending it to the tower ladder.
Cruz: Chief, they could be alive and breathing off that hose for all we know.
Chief Weiss: I'm not looking for opinions, son.
Cruz: Well then, you take my badge, Chief. You take my uniform, you take my pension, whatever you want. But you are not shutting down that line! Chief, give them two more minutes, please.
Chief Weiss: Can't do it.
Cruz: Then you're gonna have to go through me.
Chief Weiss: Cut the water going inside. All engine companies, hit the building.
Cruz: No! No! You can't do that! You'll roast them!
Capp: All right, all right.
Cruz: You'll roast them!
Capp: Come on!
Cruz: No!
Factory
Severide: Hey. Hey! Hey! Ah! They think we're cooked.
Dawson: I'm sorry.
Severide: Don’t worry
Boden: Severide! Dawson!
Parking
Capp: Chief! You okay?
Boden: I'm fine.
Cruz: You okay?
Boden: I'm Yeah.
Cruz: Chief.
Boden: I'm Thank you.
Firehouse: garage
Boden: Chief Tiberg.
Chief Tiberg: It's been brought to my attention, Wallace, that one of your firefighters threatened Battalion Chief, Dan Weiss, with violence at the blaze today. I need a name, Chief. Now
Otis: I did it.
Cruz: No. Otis.
Otis: Yep. It was me.
Cruz: No. It was me.
Chief Tiberg: Well, who was it?
Severide: It was me.
Mouch: I did it, Chief.
Capp: I did it.
Tony: It was me.
Brett: I did it.
Chili: I did it.
Chief Tiberg: What is this? You don't think I can find out who it was?
Boden: Yeah, I do. But I got to ask. Why the hell would you want to?
Chief Tiberg: Firehouse 51.
Firehouse: hallway
Chili: Come here. Come here. Oh, my God. A call like that, all that intensity. I've seen it a million times. Someone's totally hooking up tonight.
Brett: What? No.
Chili: Volcanoes need to let off steam, and this place has been a volcano for weeks. Trust me.
Firehouse: kitchen
Herrmann: Hey. Okay, as much as it pains me, Everybody gets one free drink at Molly's today.
All: Oh, Daddy! Oh, Daddy! Oh, Daddy! Oh, Daddy!
Molly’s
Sean Roman: You know Doug Purcell in the 28th?
Guy: Uh-huh.
Sean Roman: Well, he's got a time share in the Bahamas and if he doesn't use it, he loses it...
Chilli: Oh, whoa. What's that about the Bahamas now?
Sean Roman: Hey, a buddy of mine's got a time share in Nassau. Has got to use it for a week in June or he loses the deposit.
Chilli: How many slots you got open?
Sean Roman: Are you interested?
Brett: I'm interested.
Dawson: Here we go.
Severide: Thanks. Hey, you... you weren't worried, were you, Dawson?
Dawson: Oh, no. With a big, strong Squad guy there to save me? Of course not.
Severide: Okay.
Dawson: You, um... You heard from Casey?
Severide: I tried his cell, but he hasn't called me back.
Dawson: Well, did you tell him to get his ass down here?
Severide: Yeah. Those were my exact words actually.
Otis: This is gonna be weird. You really gonna sit at the Squad table?
Boden: He worked hard. Nights. Weekends. And he was willing to give it all up today... For his brothers.
Cruz: Hey, what you did today... Spartacus would've been proud.
Otis: Why didn't you tell me, man?
Cruz: I didn't know how to. After Sylvie and me broke up, I just... Had to challenge myself.
Otis: Okay.
Cruz: Hey. You're my best friend, Brian. You mean more to me than... Well, my own family. I didn't want to do anything to blow that. Besides, I didn't think I was gonna make Squad anyway.
Otis: Then I'll tell you what I would've told you if you would've told me sooner… Of course you belong on Squad, man. Congratulations, seriously… And now I get to drive the truck.
Herrmann: Whoa, whoa, hey! Hold it down! Hold! Hold it down! Please shut up! Hey!
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Herrmann: They beat us to the market.
Chili: That's my dad's idea. Oh, my God. This has to be a joke.
Herrmann: Hey. Hey, kid. Listen.
Chili: He was working on that for years. I've put everything that I have into this.
Herrmann: And we're gonna work just as hard on the next one…I see something in you. You got passion. You got grit. You got desire. We just need to find an idea that nobody's gonna copy. And I know we're gonna find one. And when we do, you're gonna knock it out of the park. Okay?
Chili: Ah.
Herrmann: You're a good kid.
Dawson: Otis, can you get rid of these pickles?
Otis: Sure. What's up?
Dawson: Smell's making me want to vomit… Hey, uh, I got to run out for a minute.
Otis: You okay?
Sean Roman’s apartment
Sean Roman: You have a lot of energy.
Brett: Yeah. I've been a volcano.
Dawson’s house: bathroom
Dawson: Please, please, please, please, please, please.
Casey and Severide’s apartment
Dawson: Matt? Matt? Matt? Matt, are you home?
