Molly’s: kitchen
Herrmann: Hey... Hey. Somebody. Oh... So... Som... Somebody. Somebody.
Bar
Dawson: I'm not using these in a Manhattan. Where are the dark cherries?
Otis: Ah, Herrmann told me to stash 'em. You know he said they're for VIPs only, so...
Dawson: Oh, my God. Otis!
Otis: I forgot. Hey, don't do it. Don't do it.
Dawson: Out of my way.
Otis: Herrmann! Herrmann!
Dawson: No... I don't care.
Otis: Listen, listen...
Dawson: It's almost closing time. I'm making myself a Manhattan, okay?
Kitchen
Otis: Hey! Hey, hey, hey. Well, they're hidden. So you're not gonna find 'em.
Dawson: Oh, my God.
Otis: Herrmann!
Dawson: Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Herrmann: Freddie... Freddie knifed me. Then he ran.
Dawson: Call 911. You'll be okay, Herrmann. We got you. We got you, buddy.
Street
Boden: Easy, easy.
Cruz: This is on me.
Otis: No.
Cruz: That kid is poison, man. I should have seen it coming.
Dawson: I'm going with Herrmann.
Casey: Good.
Boden: Be right behind you, Dawson.
Mouch: I'll call Cindy.
Severide: Hey, Cruz. Where's your little friend, Freddie?
Otis: Severide, don't.
Severide: You gonna help the cops find him?
Cruz: I'm gonna tell 'em everything I know. They'll find him.
Ambulance
Chout: BP's 70 over 40.
Dawson: No, that's too low. We need to bolus him. Hey, Herrmann, you're doing okay. You just lost a lot of blood so you're going into hypovolemic shock. We're gonna give you some fluids, okay?
Chout: Dawson, step back, okay? Let me work.
Dawson: Not okay. He's family. I'm not gonna just sit here and watch.
Chout: Okay. Get the leads on him. I'll get a line going.
Dawson: Okay.
Chicago Med: ER
Chout: April! What happened? Stab wound to the right flank. BP 80 over 50.
April Sexton: Let's get him to the shock room.
Connor Rhodes: Call respiratory and blood bank. Get me two of 0 neg and two plasma.
April Sexton: Right away. We'll take good care of him.
Dawson: Hey, you hang tough. You hear me?
Trauma
Connor Rhodes: Get him unbuckled. Ready? On my count. One, two, three. All right, let's get the blood going.
Waiting room
Dawson: I'm gonna go find Dr. Rhodes, see if we can get an update.
Orlovsky: Well, here he comes.
Connor Rhodes: We have given Herrmann several units of blood, and he's stabilized for now. The knife went through his liver, diaphragm, and lung. So we've put a tube into his chest to reinflate the lung and to help him breathe. We're hopeful that the bleeding has stopped, since we don't see anything on the CT.
Cindy Herrmann: When will you know?
Connor Rhodes: Well, the next several hours are critical… Cindy, you can come with me to see him. Come on.
Severide: What are the cops doing about Freddie?
Mouch: Trudy says Intelligence is taking over the manhunt.
Severide: Have you talked to them?
Cruz: Ruzek is on his way. I'm on it, Lieutenant.
Herrmann’s room
Herrmann: I'm okay.
Cindy Herrmann: I know that, my love. I don't need to hear you yammering right now. Just breathe nice and easy.
Dawson: Hey, guys.
Mouch: Damn, I am glad to see you.
Herrmann: Yeah.
Cindy Herrmann: Randall McHolland, is that an engagement ring?
Mouch: No, no, no, no. I just, uh... Uh, yeah.
Dawson: Mouchie!
Cindy Herrmann: You're proposing to Trudy. That's wonderful news.
Mouch: Thanks, but it's probably best I just put it off for a while...
Cindy Herrmann: You are absolutely not putting this off. It'll boost all of our spirits, especially Christopher's, to see you two engaged.
Mouch: Yeah?
Herrmann: Yeah.
Dawson: Hey, Mouch, let's leave Herrmann to rest up, yeah?
Mouch: Sounds good. We'll be back, buddy.
Herrmann: Okay.
Cindy Herrmann: You really have to go, Gabby?
Dawson: Shift starts in, like, half an hour. But I'm gonna come back and check in again soon. I promise. Hey, you get healed up, okay? I can't do my work right without my mentor around to bully me.
Waiting room
Cruz: Freddie Clemente, "C-l-e-m-e-n-t-e." He lives with his aunt. I forget her name. It's on North Hamlin. It's a red brick house near Le Moyne.
Adam Ruzek: Okay, just slow down. Just a little bit.
Cruz: He keeps his car in a garage around back. It's a... A dark red Malibu. Early '80s.
Adam Ruzek: Okay, and you said he's affiliated with a gang, right?
Cruz: The North Avenue Boys, but he was getting out.
Adam Ruzek: How was he doing that?
Cruz: I, uh... I, uh... Let him come by the firehouse, hang around. I was just trying to show him there's another way to live.
Adam Ruzek: That's a good thing. Yeah. Hey, listen, this is a good start. We got a lot to go on.
Cruz: You got to bring him in, Ruzek. You got to get this guy.
Adam Ruzek: We will, all right? These punks, they don't know how to stay disappeared for very long. All right? I'll be in touch.
Boden: Okay, team, we'll stay close to the folks here at Med. Get back here first chance that we get. But right now, time to get to work... With Kelly Severide back as lieutenant on squad.
Severide: All right, guys. Let's get out there. Herrmann will be with us.
Boden: Chaplain.
Orlovsky: Yeah, Chief?
Boden: Is there any chance you could stay a while? You know, to help Herrmann and Cindy.
Orlovsky: Yeah, of course. They don't have enough security guards to drag me out of here.
Boden: Good. He's the beating heart of 51.
Orlovsky: Don't I know it.
Firehouse: common room
Borelli: We missed you at the hospital.
Chili: Oh, yeah. I couldn't make it. I had a lot of stuff that I had to take care of. I'm gonna go later though.
Borelli: Well, Herrmann's hanging in there. It's, just, wait and see right now.
Chili: Yeah, I heard.
Borelli: You okay?
Chili: Well, Herrmann's making progress, right? So I'm not gonna get freaked out about it.
Boden’s office
Severide: You looking for me, Chief?
Boden: I am. Look, I know Herrmann's on everybody's mind, but I didn't want this to get lost in the shuffle. Good to have you back where you belong.
Severide: Thanks, Chief. It's good to be back.
Boden: First order of business as lieutenant. I need you to back off of Cruz with this Freddie business.
Severide: That kid should have never been hanging around here. Never. If I'd have been in charge when Cruz brought him in, I'd...
Boden: But you weren't, okay? And Cruz, he feels bad enough as it is. So get your boot off his neck.
Main: Truck 81. Squad 3. Ambulance 61. House fire. 5598 West Carroll.
Boden: You got it?
Severide: Got it.
Boden: Good.
Street
Boden: Looks like a content fire. Squad, primary search. 51, drop two lines to cover the squad. 81, throw some ladders.
Severide: Cruz, you're with me. Tony, Capp, head around back.
House
Severide: Fire Department. Call out.
Cruz: Call out. Here!.. Let's get you out of here!
Street
Chili: Get 'em both on oxygen. Get an IV going on that one.
Boden: Excuse me, ma'am. How'd that fire start?
Woman: I smelled gas. I went to tell Oscar. He's the building manager. He came out to check and, man, it just went.
Boden: Okay 81, we need to shut that gas off at the meter.
Casey: Copy that. Is the basement accessible from outside, ma'am?
Woman: Yeah, it's around back.
Casey: Otis, Jimmy, help squad finish their primary search. Dawson, with me.
Oscar: My boy! My son, he's inside.
Boden: Severide.
Severide: Yeah. Cruz, come on. Let's go!
Oscar: Alex!
Boden: Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Brett: Whoa, stay.
Boden: We'll get your boy. Let her take care of you.
Casey: Good.
House
Casey: Fire hasn't gotten down here yet.
Dawson: Casey, by the dryer.
Casey: Do not turn off your flashlight. Do not key your radio. We found the gas leak.
Dawson: Suicide attempt. The gas must have seeped upstairs and ignited, but it was too rich to burn down here.
Casey: Until we opened up that door. Come on. Let's get her out of here.
Street
Oscar: Alex! Alex.
Alex: Dad! Dad.
Boden: Casey... Casey! Dawson! Nolan, give me your pack!
House
Boden: Mouch!
Mouch: Hey!
Dawson: Over here.
Casey: Let's get her out of here.
Boden: Let's go.
Street
Brett: What we got?
Casey: She's alive, barely. Gas inhalation. Possible suicide attempt.
Chili: Her pulse is really weak.
Brett: Pinpoint pupils.
Woman: Jessica?
Boden: You know her?
Woman: Jessica Pope. Apartment 2B.
Brett: We got to get her to Med, right now… Cruz, you okay?
Cruz: Yeah, I'm fine.
Brett: All right, you're coming with us. Let's go to Med.
Cruz: I'm fine.
Boden: Let's see what a doctor says about that. Let's go.
Casey: Buddy.
Brett: Put him on oxygen.
Chicago Med: ER
Kim Burgess: Hey, you have a female attempted suicide?
April Sexton: Yeah, she just came in.
Kim Burgess: Can I speak to the doctor when he has a minute?
April Sexton: Like I said, she just came in. So what is it about?
Kim Burgess: Attempted suicide nearly burns down the whole building. We need to be sure there's nothing more going on here.
April Sexton: What we know is the patient's name is Jessica Pope, and she's in critical condition.
Cruz: Hey, Burgess.
Kim Burgess: Hey, Cruz.
Cruz: You guys find Freddie Clemente yet?
Kim Burgess: Uh, we're working on it. Heard he's a friend of yours.
Cruz: He's no friend. I'm just the guy that brought him to the house. Worst decision of my life.
Kim Burgess: Hey, Voight's got the Intelligence unit all over it. Okay? I promise.
Cruz: So... But nothing yet? No leads?
Doris: Come on. You need to sit back down. Mm-hmm… There we go.
Herrmann’s room
Herrmann: Ugh. Look at these grim faces. You guys buried me already.
Cindy Herrmann: Christopher. They've been giving him transfusions. Boosting his white blood cell count. But the bleeding hasn't stopped.
Casey: What did the doctor say about it?
Cindy Herrmann: Well, he's trying to stay positive, but I can tell he's concerned.
Herrmann: Cindy.
Casey: Hey, Truck can go lean this shift. You should stay with Cindy.
Dawson: Thank you. Thanks. That means so much to me. To Cindy.
Casey: Of course.
Hallway
Doris: Hey.
Otis: Hey.
Doris: Your friend Joe Cruz, is he in here?
Otis: Uh, no. I thought he was in the ER.
Doris: He was. Then he took off without signing out.
Severide: Check on you later, bud.
Brett: Be back soon.
Orlovsky: You be good, Christopher.
Mouch: We'll see you soon, bro.
Otis: Hey, Lieutenant. Joe left the hospital.
Severide: Yeah, I told him to take a couple hours and rest up. Maybe he's walking it off.
Otis: No, I don't think so. He's taking this Freddie thing pretty hard.
Taxi
Driver: $12.
Cruz: I need you to wait for me.
Driver: $12.
Street
Guard: Yo, fireman, you lost? Now where you going?
House
Big guy: What's up? Ain't no fire here.
Cruz: Step aside.
Big guy: Man, you crazy?
Grey eyes guy: I know you?
Cruz: I'm looking for Freddie. Freddie Clemente.
Grey eyes guy: You got the wrong address.
Big guy: Bounce.
Cruz: Look, I know he used to roll with you, and I know he'd come back here if he was in trouble. Which he is… You know what? Just tell him he better hope the cops find him before I do.
Street
Severide: Hey, gents. Sorry to bother you. Just looking for a firefighter. He's about yay big, bald, kind of nosy.
Guard: I don't know. Ya'll see a firefighter?
Severide: There he is. Cruz, let's go.
Squad 3
Severide: Hey, you want to end up bleeding out on a gurney too?
Cruz: I messed up. Won't happen again.
Chicago Med: ER
Ethan Choi: Hey, guys, wanted to ask you about this suicide attempt, Jessica Pope. She's a bit of a mystery. Has no relatives we can get a hold of. No one in the building seems to know much.
Brett: Uh, yeah. Happy to help.
Ethan Choi: Well, she hasn't regained consciousness yet, and we're trying to figure out why. Did you guys need to sedate her to intubate?
Chili: We didn't mess up, if that's what you're implying.
Ethan Choi: Not at all. Just trying to make sense of her condition.
Chili: And if we sedated her, it'd be in the paperwork.
Ethan Choi: Sometimes things fall through the cracks. I'm just being diligent.
Brett: Yeah, uh, victim inhaled a lot of gas on the scene. Completely unresponsive. We didn't have to sedate to intubate.
Ethan Choi: Got it. Thanks.
Brett: No problem. Hey, what's going on with you?
Chili: Why are you jumping down my throat? He's accusing us of screwing up the paperwork.
Brett: He asked a question.
Chili: Okay, fine. All good, then.
Firehouse: common room
Otis: Okay, everybody. This is the official Herrmann kid-sitting help schedule. Time slots are available for every afternoon we are not on shift.
Borelli: Sign me up for any open shifts. I love kids.
Casey: Have you met Lee Henry?
Mouch: Oh, Annabelle's the real terror. Sweet as pie and twice as deadly. Put me down for any slot after her bedtime.
Hallway
Trudy Platt: Hey, babe. Is everything okay? Is Herrmann okay?
Mouch: Uh, seems like he's doing better, yeah.
Trudy Platt: Good, good. That's great to hear. There's no update on the Freddie hunt, but the guys are all over it, and I'm gonna go see Herrmann, but I hear...
Mouch: Yeah, good. Hey, and I, um... Cindy was saying... She mentioned that she thought it'd be good for him, uh... Here.
Trudy Platt: What?
Mouch: Uh... Uh... Uh, this is a ring, and, uh... Cindy was thinking, and so was I. Well, you know how I feel about you, and I was hoping that you would do me the honour of being my wife. Which would be a real boon for Herrmann and just a real neat thing, I think.
Trudy Platt: Sweetheart, a proposal is supposed to be the most romantic moment in a woman's life… I...
Chicago Med: Herrmann’s room
Dawson: Cream, no sugar.
Cindy Herrmann: Ohh... Thank you so much, Gabby. He was up for a minute. I told him you were here and he said, "Poor saps on 51 are missing their two best firefighters."
Dawson: Hey, Herrmann.
Herrmann: Um...
Cindy Herrmann: What's wrong?
Dawson: Nurse, get Dr. Rhodes in here!
Nurse: Dr. Rhodes! Come on. Sats are falling. 80%.
Connor Rhodes: Hey, Herrmann. I need you to try and take some nice, easy breaths for me, okay? Hey, hey, hey. Nice and easy, buddy.
Nurse: He's crashing.
Connor Rhodes: We need a BiPap in here with an albuterol neb and a racemic epi now!
Cindy Herrmann: Gabby, please. What's happening?
Dawson: I don't... I don't know.
Connor Rhodes: Get that BiPap on him now. Give me 125 milligrams of methylprednisolone.
Nurse: Right away.
Connor Rhodes: Get a stat portable chest X-ray and a blood gas.
Nurses: Uh-huh. I'll call it in. He's breathing better. Sats are back up. 94%. Take the O2 to 95%. Continuous...
Waiting room
Connor Rhodes: Herrmann has developed what we call TRALI, transfusion-related acute lung injury. It's a reaction to the antibodies in blood products, especially plasma, and it sent him into respiratory distress. Now, we can treat those symptoms with steroids and BiPap, but if it happens again, we will need to intubate him and put him on a breathing machine.
Dawson: What about the liver bleed? Is it stopped?
Connor Rhodes: Right now we're still in a watch and wait situation with the bleeding.
Orlovsky: Okay. Thank you, Doctor.
Cindy Herrmann: What if the bleeding doesn't stop? Now, with Christopher's respiratory distress, won't surgery be too dangerous?
Dawson: We'll worry about that then. But there's no one who loves a good fight more than your husband.
Orlovsky: And we all know that Herrmann'll fight to the end of the Earth for you and those kids.
Dawson: I'm gonna go update 51.
Hallway
Dawson: Dr. Rhodes? So we're still just waiting for the bleeding to stop?
Connor Rhodes: Yeah.
Dawson: But we've been doing that since we brought him in, and all this waiting hasn't done him any good.
Connor Rhodes: His reaction to the blood products is unfortunate.
Dawson: Unfortunate?
Connor Rhodes: Dawson...
Dawson: There has to be more that we can do, okay? 'Cause that guy, he wouldn't just sit around and wait if it was one of us. He would rush in and he would save us, no matter what.
Connor Rhodes: I know it. Right now, it's about trying to keep him from needing intubation and hopefully preventing surgery. Now, we want to do everything we can to get Herrmann back on that truck as soon as we can.
Dawson: Then do it.
Firehouse: common room
Brett: So how's everything?
Borelli: I'm all right. Just sending good thoughts Herrmann's way.
Brett: Yeah, same. Love life's good, though?
Borelli: What?
Brett: Uh, sorry, I just... I know your thing with Chili is none of my business, but did you guys get in some kind of fight?
Borelli: Yeah, sort of, but why?
Brett: She's on edge or something.
Borelli: Off the rails is more like it.
Brett: Yeah.
Borelli: Whatever's going on with her, I don't think it's about me. Or even Herrmann.
Brett: Hmm.
Casey: It's Dawson. How's he doing?
Cruz: Lieutenant, what's going on?
Otis: Hey, just let him listen.
Casey: Yeah… Okay. Keep us posted. He had a bad reaction to the transfusions. They got him stable for now, but it looks like the bleeding hasn't stopped.
Cruz: So what are they gonna do?
Casey: They're not sure yet.
Main: Truck 81. Squad 3. Ambulance 61. Person trapped. South Rockwell and 44th Street.
Street
Boden: What do we got?
Officer: Got an offender stuck on a fire escape that's starting to come loose. Whole thing's gonna give way real soon. That's where you heroes come in.
Boden: Yeah, right. Okay, 81, let's get the aerial in the alley. We got a victim on the fire escape.
Casey: Otis, you heard the man.
Otis: On it.
Casey: Mouch, get the ladder up to the victim.
Mouch: Right away.
Severide: Capp, Tony, rope bags on the roof, now.
Tony: Got it.
Cruz: Freddie? Hey. Freddie?
Adam Ruzek: Yeah. North Avenue Boys were hiding him. You must have flushed him out when you went down there.
Cruz: You know about that?
Adam Ruzek: Yep. We've been out here beating the bushes. Once he surfaced we were on him. Chased him across couple of the rooftops and then, well, he ended up there.
Cruz: Chief, let me go up. He knows me.
Boden: You're too close to it, Cruz.
Cruz: Please, Chief, it's my mess. Let me clean it up.
Boden: Get to it.
Firefighter: Keep going.
The aerial
Cruz: All right, Freddie, just stand still. All right? You're gonna be fine. I'm on my way. All right, buddy, just give me your hand. Come on, man, give me your hand! No, no. Freddie, no, man. Where you going? Freddie. Where are you going? Freddie, Freddie, you can't get away, man. Just give me your hand.
Freddie Clemente: You're gonna drop me, man.
Cruz: I will not drop you.
Freddie Clemente: You want me dead for what I did.
Cruz: Freddie, I am mad as hell, yeah. But I do not want you dead.
Freddie Clemente: Oh, come on, man!
Cruz: 81, I need you to lower me, please.
Casey: Negative, Cruz. If the ladder bumps that railing, the whole thing could come down.
Cruz: Freddie, you're gonna shake this whole thing loose. Now, give me your hand so I can pull you up!
Freddie Clemente: I messed up. I messed up. Now you want me dead.
Cruz: That's not true, Freddie.
Freddie Clemente: Yeah, it is.
Cruz: Freddie! Freddie! Freddie?
Street
Severide: Cruz!
Cruz: Give me your hand.
Boden: Severide, too much weight.
The aerial
Cruz: Grab my hand. Freddie. Freddie, grab on to me. It's gonna be okay… I got you. I got you. I got you, buddy. Take us down!
Casey: All right, Mouch, let's bring 'em up!
Street
Adam Ruzek: Come here, pal.
Brett: He's all yours.
Adam Ruzek: Come on.
Otis: Hey, you're an idiot. A big, beautiful idiot. Come here.
Freddie Clemente: Joe, Joe, yo. What happened to Herrmann, bro... I didn't mean to, man. It just happened.
Cruz: You let it happen, Freddie. Don't ever forget that. You let it happen.
Officer: Get up!
Chicago Med: ER
Ethan Choi: Blood results just don't make sense. Normally, fire and smoke inhalation victims show a high white count from stress demargination. But Jessica, her cell count's low across the board.
Will Halstead: Well, the lack of oxygen from the natural gas exposure might have given her an anoxic brain injury, but there must be something else going on.?
April Sexton: What else could it be
Will Halstead: Well, we got to keep digging.
Hallway
Ethan Choi: If we can't find out more about this woman soon, we're gonna have a hell of a time trying to save her.
April Sexton: That is one tight group.
Waiting room
Connor Rhodes: Herrmann's continuing to bleed from his liver, and his hemodynamic situation is becoming unstable. Ideally, we'd take him to angio and we would try to fix the bleeding from the inside, but unfortunately, his blood pressure is too low to risk that. So we have no other choice but to take him into surgery. Now, he's going to need a lot of blood and plasma, so the risk of TRALI is high, but we will deal with that if it comes up.
Boden: Thank you, Doctor.
Orlinsky: Well, we're gonna be out here sending all the good mojo we got his way.
Cindy Herrmann: Take good care of him, Doctor.
Connor Rhodes: I will.
Orlovsky: Um, Herrmann's awake and he wanted to talk to you before he went into surgery… You all right, Chief? It's okay to be angry, Wallace. You've been through a lot lately, and now this.
Boden: All my recent troubles, they pale by comparison. You know the other day I spent the night in a jail cell? About the worst night of my life. I would spend 100 years in there if I thought it would help Herrmann right now.
Orlovsky: You're a good chief, but you're an even better friend. The love around here for that guy is overwhelming, and that's what's gonna get him through this.
Hallway
Mouch: Trudy.
Trudy Platt: Herrmann is gonna pull through this. I just know it.
Mouch: I sure hope so. I'm sorry about that... God-awful proposal. Having Herrmann down and out like this... The guy's my best friend, you know?
Trudy Platt: I do.
Mouch: You know how couples sometimes say, "That's my better half"? That's Herrmann to me. Friend version. My better half. Without that guy...
Trudy Platt: It's me that should apologize. I mean, yeah, that... The proposal was really messy and half-assed. But then again, so are you. But you are also the kindest and most honest man I have ever met, and I would be the luckiest girl on Earth to call you mine. Randall McHolland... Will you marry me?
Mouch: Trudy Platt, marrying you would be my greatest honour.
Herrmann’s room
Cruz: He thought I was gonna let him fall. That I wanted him dead. But I don't want Freddie to get off that easy. I want him to rot for what he did to you.
Herrmann: Hey, just wanted to tell you... It's a good thing you did.
Cruz: Wasn't gonna let him get away with it.
Herrmann: I don't mean that. I mean... What you were trying to do for Freddie, that's all. He had a real screwy life growing up, and... You were giving him a chance to get away from that. I'm not ready to forgive that kid, no matter what that bastard Orlovsky says, but I sure as hell don't blame you for what happened. Hey, I'm good. You got to know that. Hey... Okay.
Cruz: Hey, you okay?
Herrmann: Cruz, what's happening?
Cruz: Dr. Rhodes? Somebody! Help! Hey, help!
Connor Rhodes: Hey, nurse, a little help in here!
Cruz: What happened? He was fine, then all of a sudden...
Connor Rhodes: Joe, I need you to step outside, okay?
Nurse: What do we got?
Connor Rhodes: I think a clot came loose. His chest tube is dumping blood. He's decompressing his liver through his diaphragm into his chest. We need to get him to the OR right now. Joe, a little room, please. Call the blood bank. Tell them to trigger the mass transfusion protocol.
Nurse: What if he goes into TRALI again?
Connor Rhodes: We will deal with that if we have to. Right now we need to stop him from bleeding out. Package him up and let's go. Come on, go!
Hallway
Nurse: Do you think we can get enough blood here in time?
Connor Rhodes: We may already be too late.