Police station
Donna Robbins: Are you okay?
Boden: Not by a long shot.
Firehouse: briefing room
Ray Riddle: The problems Chief Boden faces are regrettable. Our thoughts are with him as he deals with his private legal matters, but those thoughts are for outside these walls. In here, we have sworn to put our own personal troubles aside and focus on protecting the citizens of Chicago. Now, in order to do that, we have to have unassailable leadership.
Police station
Boden: How'd you get the money?
Donna Robbins: I took a lien against the house.
Boden: What?
Donna Robbins: I wasn't gonna let you sit in a jail cell one minute longer. I just wasn't.
Firehouse: briefing room
Ray Riddle: Which is why it is my honour to name Dallas Patterson the new Battalion Chief for Firehouse 51. Come on up here, Chief. Collect your bugles.
Dallas Patterson: Thank you, sir… I'm not blind. I know all of you are unenthusiastic about these circumstance.
Police station
Donna Robbins: I'm scared, Wallace. They're saying aggravated assault, intimidating a witness. Now that witness is missing.
Boden: Hey, hey, hey. We'll get through this. Okay?
Firehouse: briefing room
Dallas Patterson: I can't do anything about the past. What I can do, is affect the future. Professionalism, respect, attention to detail. These are the small things that we can focus on to get 51 back on track. I'm asking you to trust me. I can't do this alone. All right, let's get out there and have a great shift… Chili, Jimmy, and Joe. Can you stay behind, please?
Ray Riddle: Congratulations, Chief. Do a good job.
Dallas Patterson: Thank you, sir. You know I will… You two are on garbage duty for the rest of the shift. I want every can in the house changed out and spotless. Meetings don't start whenever you decide to grace us with your presence. Am I clear?
Borelli: Yes, Chief.
Chili: Very sorry.
Dallas Patterson: Dismissed… Joe.
Cruz: Yes? Uh, Chief.
Dallas Patterson: I'm afraid Freddie can't hang around anymore.
Cruz: But before you said...
Dallas Patterson: Yeah, I know. I feel badly about this, I do. But Freddie came by when First Watch was here, and they had no idea what to do with him.
Cruz: Look, I can tell him not to come here...
Dallas Patterson: I'm sorry. I've got a responsibility here, and a lot of eyes on me.
Cruz: Yes, Chief. Understood.
Main: Truck 81, Ambulance 61, vehicle accident, 828 West Cermak.
Under the bridge
Casey: Everyone's fine. Driver hurt her wrist but is refusing treatment. Let's sweep up the glass and get this area cleared.
Otis: That sounds like a perfect job for the candidate who's on trash duty.
Casey: Everyone help out. Move the bigger pieces over to the curb. Come on.
Ralph Minter: We got a lady fireman over here. What'd they do, honey? Drop the requirements so anyone can get in?
Dawson: All right, sir. Why don't you just step back and let us do our job, okay?
Ralph Minter: It's a free sidewalk, babe. Must have dropped the looks requirement, too. Yikes.
Dawson: Look, asshole. I'm not gonna say it again. Step back.
Ralph Minter: Whoa. They don't schedule you around your little time of the month? I got a good idea, honey. How about you come over here and suck it?
Dawson: Hey! You want me to kick your ass, you moron? You want to go? We can go right here!
Herrmann: Come on! Dawson! Come on, take it easy.
Mouch: It's all right.
Dawson: No! I'm gonna stuff this halligan down his throat!
Casey: Hey! Move along, pal. Now. Go on. Come on.
Borelli: The hell was that back there?
Dawson: I don't know. That guy just ripped into me for no reason.
Casey: Forget about it. Don't worry.
Firehouse: garage
Severide: Hey. What's going on?
Herrmann: Ah, some schmuck was harassing Dawson.
Freddie Clemente: What are you talking about?
Cruz: We're gonna figure something else out.
Freddie Clemente: This is where I want to be. I don't want to be anywhere else.
Herrmann: Everything okay with Cruz?
Severide: Patterson told him that Freddie isn't welcome here anymore.
Otis: You serious?
Severide: Yeah. Hey, guys, it's the new 51.
Outside the firehouse
Cruz: He's a new chief with a bug up his ass. There's nothing I can do about it.
Freddie Clemente: But I've been helping out. Never been in no one's face.
Cruz: I know, Freddie. You've been great and it took a lot for you to even come here in the first place. I mean that.
Freddie Clemente: So, what? This is it? Back to Pulaski and Augusta and just...
Herrmann: No, that's not it. Okay? Me and Otis, we've been talking and we need some help over at Molly's, you know? Washing glasses, bussing tables.
Otis: 8 bucks an hour. Job's yours if you want it, Freddie.
Freddie Clemente: Yeah?
Herrmann: Yeah, I mean, you're gonna have to shower a little more often 'cause we run a really classy joint.
Freddie Clemente: Oh, yeah.
Herrmann: Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey. I'm busting your chops, all right? Go easy. The job is yours. You want to take it or not?
Freddie Clemente: Yeah. Yeah, sure, man. That'll be, uh... Sure.
Herrmann: All right. Attaboy.
Otis: All right. Come by at lunch tomorrow. We'll get you sorted out, okay?
Freddie Clemente: Cool. Cool.
Herrmann: All right. Come on.
Bullpen
Dallas Patterson: Connie, what's all this?
Connie: Dough ornaments. I paint them and bake them so they harden, then I add hooks and you can hang...
Dallas Patterson: You can't have these here.
Connie: But Chief Boden lets me use the bullpen every year. My apartment's too small to...
Dallas Patterson: Connie, of all the things I have to deal with, this is not one of them.
Connie: I understand, but there are children all over this city...
Dallas Patterson: All right, Connie. End of shift, all of it gone. Don't make me ask again.
Outside the firehouse
Mouch: Miss Connie.
Connie: Oh, thank you. I need to pull my car around and load these up. There's about a dozen more containers in the bullpen.
Mouch: Actually, we have a different plan.
Connie: But Chief Patterson said I couldn't use...
Otis: Yeah, we heard what he said, but, uh, what he doesn't know won't hurt him.
Mouch: Kids are gonna have ornaments this year...
Herrmann: Yup.
Mouch: Hell or high water.
Herrmann: Come on.
Common room
Casey: My first year on the job, we were at Jewel getting food and this guy just started screaming at us. "What are you firemen doing stopping at a grocery store when we're paying your salaries?"
Dawson: That's not even remotely the same thing.
Casey: I'm just saying, you have to have thick skin… I'll be right back.
Garbage
Borelli: Hey, Lieutenant.
Casey: Hey, Jimmy. Listen, with everything going on in the house, it might be wise to cool it with Chili. I know I'm the last guy to tell someone that, but I'm also your lieutenant. Chief Boden is counting on some smooth sailing until he can get back here.
Borelli: Okay. I totally get it, Lieutenant.
Casey: End of advice. For now.
Common room
Cruz: Ahh. What you doing, bro?
Otis: Nothing.
Cruz: Infobackgrounds.com?
Otis: Hey, it's nothing.
Cruz: Who's Austin Becker?
Otis: God, you know, you have serious boundary issues.
Cruz: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Breaking and entering at 22? Dude, who is this guy?
Otis: It might be the guy that brought Brett flowers.
Cruz: Mm. That was pretty smooth.
Otis: Yeah. For a convicted criminal, it turns out.
Cruz: Otis, step away. You think she wants you looking into her guys?
Otis: Well, apparently she needs me to do it, okay? She's a good girl.
Cruz: Yeah, I know. I dated her.
Otis: I'm doing the right thing.
Hallway
Suzie Wilder: Gabby.
Dawson: Hey, Suzie, what's up?
Suzie Wilder: I... Is there somewhere we can talk? Private?
Dawson: Uh, yeah, sure.
Briefing room
Dawson: You okay?
Suzie Wilder: I heard about your Chief. The allegations, that he was arrested.
Dawson: Yeah.
Suzie Wilder: Something's going on.
Dawson: What do you mean?
Suzie Wilder: Yesterday, I was hit with two separate lawsuits all saying I have unpaid bills on credits cards I don't own. And then this morning I got a third. Now, I'm not normally a conspiracy theorist, but do you think there's a connection?
Casey: Dawson, come look at this.
Common room
Journalist 1: And now, more of the story from our newsdesk.
Journalist 2: While answering the call of a minor traffic accident, one female firefighter appears to have lost her cool.
Journalist 1: Well, that's putting it lightly.
Journalist 2: Let's watch.
Dawson: Hey! You want me to kick your ass, you moron? You want to go?
Herrmann: We can go right here! Come on!
Mouch: Hey, Dawson! Come on, take it easy.
Herrmann: What's going on?
Dawson: I'm gonna stuff my halligan down his throat!
Journalist 1: I mean, she just lost it.
Journalist 2: Not a good representation of Chicago's fire service, I'll say that.
Journalist 1: Let's see that again.
Dawson: Stuff my halligan down his throat!
Briefing room
Dawson: Roger Maddox is behind this. I know it. Suzie, Boden, Duffy, and me. We're the witnesses you're gonna bring in to the stand to testify against him, right? Okay, so, he paints me as unhinged, Suzie as a con artist, Duffy as a suicidal maniac, and Chief as a woman-beater. It's scorched earth.
Suzie Wilder: Certain litigious religions pull the same thing.
Casey: It's insane. What can we do?
Steve Kot: We need the police to find the woman accusing Boden, for one. As long as she's in the wind, it doesn't look good for your chief.
Dawson: And in the meantime?
Steve Kot: Keep your heads down. And if anyone provokes you, do not retaliate.
Molly’s
Herrmann: Hey. Any word on the Chief?
Mouch: I left him three messages that we were buying.
Herrmann: Free drinks are usually catnip to him.
Mouch: I'll keep trying.
Herrmann: Whoa, hey, hey. Hang on. All right, listen: These things are, like, $8 a glass. So, try not to chip 'em, drop 'em, or any other kind of shattering, okay? 'Cause that would be bad.
Freddie Clemente: You calling my a klutz?
Herrmann: When I call ya a klutz, it'll be after you drop one of the glasses. What I'm trying to do here is prevent myself from having to call you a klutz. See? There's a difference.
Freddie Clemente: Okay. 'Cause it's just I don't go for getting called names, you know?
Herrmann: All right. Further incentive for you to more carefully execute your job, all right? All right, stack 'em in threes up there.
Freddie Clemente: Will do.
Herrmann: All right.
Freddie Clemente: Oh, and jefe.
Herrmann: Yeah?
Freddie Clemente: Thanks, man. Thanks so much for this. I'm gonna do good.
Herrmann: Yeah, I know you are. We're happy to have you here.
Otis: Hey, um... I thought you should see this.
Brett: You checked out Austin online?
Otis: I had some time.
Brett: Breaking and entering?
Otis: Yeah… Don't shoot the messenger.
Chili: Hey, garbage man.
Borelli: Hey.
Chili: So, what do you say we steal a bottle of vodka from here and make trash can punch?
Borelli: Interesting offer. I should probably pass.
Chili: Okay. Do you want to get out of here and go to your place?
Borelli: Chili, I've been meaning to say something, and I-I didn't want to text you.
Chili: All right, what is it? Okay. Seriously?
Borelli: No, not like that. Just a cooldown, because the Captain... Or the Chief has it out for us right now.
Chili: All right, fine. Whatever.
Borelli: Come on, Chili.
Chili: Nope. Message received. Have a nice night.
Jamie Killian’s apartment
Severide: Wasn't sure if you were gonna buzz me in.
Jamie Killian: Of course, Kelly. Something to drink?
Severide: No. Let me ask you a question… Why'd you want to be a lawyer? Was it to allow people you know are scumbags not to take responsibility for their crimes? Boden and Dawson, they don't deserve what your client is doing to them. And don't forget that an innocent person was killed in the fire that started this whole mess. It's just wrong.
Jamie Killian: Are you finished?
Severide: I think I'll take that drink now.
Jamie Killian: I appreciate what you're doing for your friends. I really do, but I'm stuck here, Kelly. I can't help you. Nothing has changed. I can't share with you any information regarding my client's defense.
Severide: Thank you for the drink… You know, I will say this last thing: The woman I met who threw an 11,000 page brief through a glass window? Kind of liked her.
Boden’s porch
Dawson: We had an overstock of Milinac's. Thought you could use a beer... Or six.
Boden: Thanks.
Boden’s house
Boden: Have a seat.
Dawson: So... How you feeling?
Boden: Like I've got a rock hanging over my head. Rope holding it up is about to snap.
Dawson: Donna?
Boden: Pulling her hair out.
Dawson: Well, I, uh... I talked to Antonio. Intelligence has agreed to search for this woman on their own time. They all really respect you, and they want to help.
Boden: Appreciate that. Thank him for me.
Dawson: Chief... I don't know who Roger Maddox had to step on to get to where he is in life, but he picked the wrong people this time. We're the ones who run into the fires when the rats are running out. He's just another rat. We're gonna step on him.
Firehouse: bathroom
Borelli: Whoa!
Chili: Shh.
Borelli: What...
Chili: I don't care. I don't care about Patterson or any of them. Just keep kissing me like that.
Borelli: This is so wrong.
Chili: Yeah…
Later
Chili: Shh.
Dallas Patterson: One, You're on trash duty the rest of the month. Including shining that outside dumpster. Two, Another stunt like that on shift and you're out of here. No questions.
Borelli: Yes. I mean, sorry, Chief.
Chili: It was my fault. I apologize.
Borelli: It won't happen again.
Chili: It won't.
Borelli: This isn't funny. This is exactly what I was talking about. I-I can't be...
Chili: Got to go.
Dormitory
Otis: All right, guys. Chicken is in the coop.
Garage
Jamie Killian: You were right. I didn't go to law school to defend criminals… My parents owned a physical therapy practice. They poured all of their time and energy and passion into it. One guy with a bad knee reinjured it and decided to sue them. They lost everything. So, I went to law school thinking I'd be able to stop this hell from happening to someone else. I was sitting in my car this morning thinking about what you said and wondering, "How did I get from that place to this?"
Severide: It's not too late. Get back to doing this for the reason you started.
Jamie Killian: I still can't help you, Kelly. If I give you confidential files, Maddox will end up with a mistrial and this case will wind its way through the courts for years… I will say one thing, though… Check out Lake Carlyle, especially the inn up there. I think you'd like it.
21 District: Intelligence office
Antonio Dawson: You guys ever been to Lake Carlyle?
Lake Carlyle: hotel
Adam Ruzek: Excuse me. Hi. You recognize this guy?
Receptionist: Oh, yeah. Mr. Maddox. He comes here all the time.
Kevin Atwater: Yeah? How about her? You seen her before?
Receptionist: Of course. Room 11.
Adam Ruzek: That's convenient.
Kevin Atwater: Thank you, sir.
Hallway
Adam Ruzek: Room service.
Kevin Atwater: Hey, Serena. You're a hard woman to find.
21 District: interview room
Serena Holmes: I need a lawyer. I said, I need...
Antonio Dawson: You can absolutely have a lawyer, Serena, and I will hurry to make that happen, but before we go there, I just want you to know: We have the credit card receipts from the inn. We have your bank transactions. We have your cell phone records. We have three witnesses placing you and Roger Maddox together, and we have the testimony of a Jeffrey Mulkey who says he drove you to the inn on the orders of Maddox… So, if you wanted to tell me your role in framing Wallace Boden, I'd be happy to make a deal with you… If you don't... I'm going to arrest you for conspiracy to commit fraud, plus felony disorderly conduct. Now, that's ten years hard time minimum for, I'm guessing, this $10,000 deposit on October 15… Mm-mm. Doesn't seem worth it, but what do I know?
Boden: It's time to tell the truth.
Firehouse: Briefing room
Steve Kot: We're not out of the woods, but we're a whole lot closer to the tree line. Finding Serena Holmes was huge, and faced with criminal prosecution, she's had a lot to say about her relationship with Roger Maddox, about setting up Wallace Boden.
Dawson: So, what happens now? I mean, that's the case, isn't it?
Steve Kot: We're gonna use it to see if Maddox will plea.
Severide: Thank you.
Steve Kot: Yeah. I'll update you as soon as I know anything.
Casey: Some people may have doubted Chief Boden. None of us did.
Dormitory
Dallas Patterson: Casey. I-I'd like to say some... What the hell is all this?
Mouch: Sorry. We just wanted to help...
Casey: No, don't apologize. You guys keep working.
Dallas Patterson: Casey.
Casey: Listen, they're sticking up for someone in this house.
Dallas Patterson: Okay.
Casey: I say keep it up.
Main: Truck 81, Squad 3, Engine 51, Ambulance 61, multiple vehicle accident, 2987 South Laflin.
Street
Driver: Idiot came out of nowhere.
Dallas Patterson: Severide, Cruz, get the car...
Driver: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. My payload. If it warms up, it'll blow.
Dallas Patterson: What?
Driver: I'm hauling liquid hydrogen in there. Enough to knock down the whole neighbourhood.
Dallas Patterson: Capp, let's get the cutters.
Severide: Capp.
Driver: That valve is damaged. As it warms, it expands. If it reaches...
Dallas Patterson: How long before it blows?
Driver: Minutes. When the whistling stops, kaboom! Hey, guys. I got kids at home. I...
Severide: Hey, this whole block, we'll never evacuate in time.
Casey: River's only six blocks away.
Dallas Patterson: Severide, you think you can cut the tank free?
Severide: Capp! Every wrench we got. Now.
Capp: Got it !
Dallas Patterson: Cruz! With me.
Cruz: Where to?
Dallas Patterson: To boost a truck.
Cruz: What do you know about jacking cars?
Dallas Patterson: More than you think… There we go. Cruz!
Severide: Come on.
Cruz: Nice and steady. Nice and steady. Slow. Here we go.
Severide: All right! Tank's free!
Cruz: Here we go. Come on. Come on.
Casey: Everyone, let's slide the tank!
Severide: Okay we’re good.
Dallas Patterson: That doesn't sound good.
Casey: These should help keep it cool. Another.
Severide: Hey, Cruz! Drive!
Cruz: On it!
Dallas Patterson: Go, go, go!
Field
Severide: Hey! The jig is gonna go! We got to bail!
Dallas Patterson: Go! Go! Go!
Casey: Get down!
Cruz: Whoo! Good call, Chief!
Dallas Patterson: Yeah!
Severide: You guys okay?
Street
Journalist: Excuse me, sir. Are you the chief?
Dallas Patterson: Chief Patterson.
Cruz: Well, didn't take too long.
Journalist: Chief Patterson, the driver of this truck is telling me without the quick-thinking of the Chicago Fire Department, we could have had seriously loss of life here. Take us through what happened.
Dallas Patterson: I, uh... Behind me, you'll see the finest firefighters in this city, the men and women who make up Firehouse 51. And the reason they're the best is the leadership of one man, Battalion Chief Wallace Boden. There is no finer chief in the department, bar none. And I think everybody behind me agrees.
Journalist: Great to see the enthusiasm and camaraderie from our fire service. Great work. Thank you. We'll send it back to you in the studio, Cliff. We'll take it back. Thank you. I think we got this.
Severide: Come on, man.
21 District: interview room
Antonio Dawson: You know what I love, Mr. Maddox? I love the sound of a bird singing. Know what I mean? In the morning, you first wake up, and there is this little tweedle-dee, tweedle-dee out your window. It just... It just warms you up inside… Serena Holmes… Serena Holmes is singing like a bird. She's telling us how you paid her to frame Wallace Boden, how you stowed her away at a fancy inn at Lake Carlyle, how you told her to stay hidden until you can get her out of the country.
Lawyer: That sounds like the delusions of a woman with an axe to grind.
Antonio Dawson: No, sir, it doesn't. It sounds like the truth. Tweedle-dee, tweedle-dee. That's what it's gonna sound like to the jury too. Pair that with the testimony of one Paul Werner and one Ralph Minter, who say you hired them to harass a female firefighter while on duty, and we've got a pattern established here.
Steve Kot: You guys have about five minutes to decide your next 30 years.
Firehouse: hallway
Casey: And?
Boden: He's plea-ing.
Casey: What? What'd he say?
Boden: He said, no trial. Full exoneration on me. No more intimidation. It's over.
Dawson: Oh, my God. That's amazing, Chief.
Boden’s office
Ray Riddle: Boden's exoneration changes nothing. This changes nothing. You and I both know this house was a mess before, and it's still a mess now. If anybody thinks...
Dallas Patterson: I disagree.
Ray Riddle: You... You what?
Dallas Patterson: This is Wallace Boden's house and no one should get in his way.
Ray Riddle: Where's this coming from? What is this? Is... Is this, like, black guys sticking together? Is that what it is? Oh, I'm sorry if you don't like the way that came out. I'm just trying to figure out what's going on here.
Dallas Patterson: You know, I was... Gonna wait to tell you this, but I'm just gonna go ahead. I spoke to Deputy Commissioner Walgrove.
Ray Riddle: You went around me?
Dallas Patterson: I went straight through you. And I requested from him a transfer to Firehouse 90. See, I told him this is Boden's house, and I'm happy to move elsewhere so he can have it.
Ray Riddle: Why would you do that?
Dallas Patterson: I did it, and it's done. Not everyone above you appreciates your style, Chief Riddle. You should know.
Ray Riddle: You know, I took you under my wing and I handed you the best opportunity you ever had, and you turn around you spit in my face?
Dallas Patterson: With all due respect, sir, go to hell.
Ray Riddle: That was the biggest mistake you ever made in your life, son. You messed with the wrong guy.
Outside the firehouse
Connie: All right, it's just over here. It's so nice of you guys. All right, just right in there. Oh, thank you. Thank you so much.
Mouch: Hey, Connie, we're glad to do it.
Connie: Well, it's much appreciated, I can tell you that.
Mouch: Uh, which charity?
Connie: I'm sorry?
Mouch: Well, you... You said children all over the city count on these, I figured you did this for... Charity?
Connie: I sell these for 12 bucks a pop online.
Mouch: But, the children.
Connie: Love to hang these on their tree... For 12 bucks a pop.
Restaurant
Austin: So, as a latchkey kid in Lake Forest, every afternoon I would make myself a PB&J and I'd watch "Emergency, the TV show, on reruns.
Brett: I've never seen it.
Austin: It's about the two most badass paramedics you've ever seen. John Gage and Roy DeSoto from Squad 51.
Brett: Oh, 51. That's our firehouse.
Austin: I know.
Brett: Um, Austin, not...
Austin: Wait. I have one more thing to say if you don't mind. I have a bit of a past and it's important to me that you hear it from me.
Brett: Okay.
Austin: So... Like any kid whose parents aren't around, I started running around with kind of a bad crew. We did some stupid stuff. It was all harmless, but one night we got caught swimming in this Alderman's pool, and he pressed charges and I got hit with a breaking and entering.
Brett: You got arrested?
Austin: Yeah, as an adult. I did some community service and that was that, but it's out there, you know? And I really like you. I'd hate for you to hear any other version than the truth from somebody else.
Brett: You... You were pool-hopping?
Austin: That's it.
Brett: Okay.
Austin: To the badass paramedics of House 51 everywhere.
Molly’s
Herrmann: Hey, guys.
All: Hey!
Casey: How you feeling, Chief?
Boden: Like Lazarus, quite frankly.
Severide: You're looking about that old.
Boden: Oh, I'll give you old. Come here!
Herrmann: Hey, Chief.
Boden: Ahh, yeah. Um, hey. I heard what you did for me. I want you to know I feel very touched.
Dallas Patterson: I was just keeping your seat warm.
Boden: And congratulations on the bugles, Chief.
Dallas Patterson: Well, all I can say is when Firehouse 51 plays 90 next summer in softball, y'all better bring it.
Cruz: Oh, we're gonna bring it. Yeah.
Severide: Hey, you hear from Riddle?
Dallas Patterson: Yeah, I have it on good authority he's gonna be transferred to District 6.
Severide: Ooh.
Boden: That's airport duty?
Dallas Patterson: That's what I heard, but guys like him, they tend to have nine lives at CFD, so keep one eye open.
Boden: I will. And as my first official duty as returning chief to Firehouse 51, Kelly Severide, I would like for you to be my Squad Lieutenant once again. If that's okay with you.
Severide: There he is.
Casey: All right. Welcome back, Lieut.
Boden: Bring out the bottle of whisky. Let's get drunk. Yeah!
Otis: Yo, Freddie.
Freddie Clemente: Yes, boss?
Otis: One, don't call me boss, okay? Uh, two, could you get me some lowball glasses from the back, please?
Freddie Clemente: Which one is those?
Otis: Short and fat.
Freddie Clemente: You got it, boss.
Kitchen
Herrmann: Hey, what's up, Freddie?
Freddie Clemente: Otis told me to grab him some ball glasses, but I don't know which be which.
Herrmann: Ball glasses?
Freddie Clemente: Well, he said short and fat.
Herrmann: Oh, lowball glasses. Yeah. Kind of like you. High on the left.
Freddie Clemente: Take that back.
Herrmann: What? Hey, take what back?
Freddie Clemente: You called me short and fat.
Herrmann: Oh, I'm just ribbing ya, kid. Come on.
Freddie Clemente: Take it back.
Herrmann: Uh, no.
Freddie Clemente: I mean it.
Herrmann: Hey, trust me, Freddie. You're gonna be hanging out with firefighters at Molly's Bar, you're gonna have to get a little bit thicker skin, okay? Hey, it's what we do. We insult each other. We bust each other's balls, we...
