Casey’s apartment
Casey: You're amazing.
Dawson: What's wrong with us? We should do that all the time.
Casey: We used to spend mornings like this, then stop at Over Easy on the way to work.
Dawson: Want to go now? Get some Dream Pancakes?
Casey: Hell, yeah. Let's' do it. Ah, wait. I can't. I've got that youth center proposal.
Dawson: Yeah.
Casey: Maybe after?
Dawson: It's, um... It's probably cutting it too close, work-wise.
Casey: Yeah.
Dawson: Kick some ass. Get that center approved. Over Easy another day.
Casey: Deal.
Firehouse : locker room
Kidd: I'm telling you, Herrmann, all the best bars are moving in this direction. It is the future.
Herrmann: Uh, we already got an ice maker.
Kidd: Yeah, but that's for... That's little chunks of frozen slush. What I am talking about, are artisanal ice cubes… Look, Severide knows. Severide, you ever order a scotch on the rocks, and they bring you one, giant, perfectly clear ice cube?
Severide: Yeah.
Kidd: So it's pretty awesome, right?
Severide: Yeah, it keeps the drink cold. If that's what you mean.
Herrmann: A ringing endorsement. Ha! Artisanal ice cubes.
Kidd: Hey, thanks. Thanks a ton. What happened, you lose your clothes?
Severide: No, they're right here.
Kidd: Well, I'm gonna go, so don't feel obligated to keep this little show of yours goin'.
Radio: Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61: structure fire.
Intervention
Boden: Top floor's in bad shape. Okay, let's clear the building. 81, Squad 3, give me a primary search. 51, let's get a line inside.
Severide: Cruz and I'll take the top floor.
Casey: We'll search the rest.
Building
Dawson: Fire department! Can't be from smoke inhalation. The smoke's too light in here.
Herrmann: Well, there's the problem. Ah, jeez, she's got a kid. Fire Department! Call out!
Dawson: Ma'am. Ma'am, can you hear me?
Herrmann: Okay. Everything's clear. Let's get her out of here… One, two, three. All right.
Dawson: You good?
Herrmann: Yeah.
Dawson: Herrmann! I found the kid!
Street
Boden: Severide, report.
Severide: No one's on 3 yet. Still looking. Smoke's thick.
Boden: I want everyone out of there. That roof isn't gonna hold.
Apartment
Dawson: Come on, sweetie.
Street
Severide: Chief, we're cut off from the stairs. Cruz and I are moving to the windows. We need a ladder on the top left corner of side A.
Boden: Mouch, put the aerial on that window.
Casey: One, two, three… Herrmann, where's Dawson?
Herrmann: She's bringing a little kid out.
Apartment
Dawson: Hon, the building's on fire and we gotta get out. I don't want to scare you, but if you don't come to me, I'm gonna have to come after you.
Window
Severide: Hey, hurry up! This place is gonna flashover!
Street
Boden: Chief, I can't raise Dawson! She's still inside.
Casey: Dawson, report.
Apartment
Dawson: Come on, honey.
Boden: Dawson, report.
Dawson: Come on, sweetie.
Window
Kidd: Come on! I got you, Cruz.
Severide: Everyone okay?
Kidd: Yeah.
Cruz: Yeah.
Garden
Casey: There she is! Hey, you okay?
Dawson: Yeah.
Herrmann: Hey, you. Good eyes, Dawson.
Dawson: Okay.
Ambo
Brett: Is he hurt?
Dawson: No, he's just scared… How's the mother?
Borrelli: Weak pulse, shallow breathing, but we pushed Narcan. She should be okay.
Dawson: Hey. This is my friend, Sylvie. She's gonna take good care of you, okay?
Herrmann: That's a serious death grip he's got. Doesn't want to let go of you.
Dawson: Yeah. He was hiding. Took some convincing getting him out.
Casey: Why don't you go along to Med? We'll finish up here, meet you back at the house.
Dawson: You sure?
Casey: Yeah.
Dawson: Hi, honey. What's your name? I'm Gabby.
Firehouse
Boden: Severide. Want to tell me what happened up there?
Severide: We felt what we thought was a victim trapped between the bed and the wall.
Cruz: Smoke was really thick, Chief.
Severide: We pulled the bed out, turned out to be a false alarm. By that time, the fire cut off our exit route.
Boden: What'd it turn out to be behind the bed?
Cruz: It was a life-sized bust of Darth Vader.
Capp: Great save, guys. Obi-Wan taught you well.
Cruz: Yeah.
Severide: Uh-huh. Chief, we wouldn't have wasted that time if we had those next-gen SCBA face pieces. You seen these things? Built-in heads-up display, thermal imaging. It's real cutting edge.
Boden: I'll talk to headquarters.
Severide: Thanks, Chief.
Kitchen
Kidd: Otis, what is wrong with this picture?
Herrmann: Don't take the bait.
Otis: Well...
Kidd: Air bubbles. That's what's wrong. 'Cause, look, normal ice cubes get cloudy because they got air bubbles trapped inside of them.
Herrmann: You got air bubbles trapped in your head.
Kidd: We should be serving giant, perfectly clear cocktail ice cubes at Molly's, don't you think?
Herrmann: She calls them "artesian ice cubes."
Mouch: Nope. No, she doesn't.
Kidd: Artisanal. They make 'em in special freezers that cost thousands of dollars. But my friend Gary, who is some kind of engineering genius, modified a commercial ice maker to do the same exact thing, and we can have it for just $500.
Herrmann: 500... You gotta be kidding me. No way. That's not gonna happen.
Cruz: Hey, Otis, you got a second, buddy?
Kidd: Hold on, Cruz. You mind? We're just in the middle of something, real quick. What do you say, Otis? Hmm, sound good, thumbs up?
Otis: I guess, Herrmann and Dawson... Ow! Ow!
Cruz: Kind of important.
Otis: Okay, okay. Sorry.
Kidd: Otis is onboard.
Herrmann: He did not say that!
Garage
Cruz: What's the deal with you chickening out of a blood test? And why do I have to hear about it from Brett? You can't come to me?
Otis: Brett's blowing the whole thing out of proportion. It's not a big deal.
Cruz: So you took the blood test?
Otis: I didn't need to. The bruises went away on their own; it's all good. But next rash or sniffle I get, you'll be the first to know.
Chicago Med
Will Halstead: All clear. You're in good shape, buddy.
Dawson: Hey, way to go! Yeah!
Louie: I want blankie.
Dawson: We don't have your blanket, remember? I bet we left it at your home, buddy.
Will Halstead: Mom's still coming down. She's not in any shape to see him yet.
Brett: Dawson, DCFS is here about the boy.
Waiting room
Tina Cantrell: Louie was being fostered by Gina Waters. She's not his mother.
Dawson: Now I know your name! Louie. That's a good one.
Brett: He's not going back there, is he?
Tina Cantrell: No. I just saw his file. Neighbours had called with complaints and we were planning to investigate, but unfortunately the agency is a little overwhelmed right now.
Dawson: Where will he go?
Tina Cantrell: I'll take him to the Stevens Center Group Home while we try and find him a new foster family.
Dawson: He was asking for his blanket. Probably left it at the apartment.
Tina Cantrell: We have plenty of blankets at the center.
Dawson: Okay. Okay, Louie. It's time to go with Miss Cantrell now.
Tina Cantrell: Louie, you and me are going to go play together.
Dawson: It's gonna be okay, Louie.
Firehouse: Kitchen
Casey: Dawson still isn't back?
Kidd: No, not yet.
Boden: Hey, Severide, I put in a call about those new masks. You didn't tell me they cost over 2 grand apiece.
Severide: I didn't know that. All the same, they'll save lives.
Boden: They're telling me there's no money in the budget for 'em.
Severide: CFD already spent their budget for the year?
Casey: No idea. You trying to get the new thermal imaging masks? Those things are incredible, Chief.
Boden: Look, I'm just telling you what Chief Barr told me.
Severide: Barr is the chief of Apparatus and Equipment? That guy earned his rank riding a desk. He needs to talk to somebody who eats smoke for a living.
Boden: And what can go wrong? Hey.
Casey: There you are. How was it?
Dawson: Whole thing turned into a DCFS mess at the hospital. The boy, Louie, he was a foster kid.
Kidd: Poor guy.
Herrmann: Hey, you did great with him at the scene, Dawson. You kept him nice and calm. Ain't easy to do.
Dawson: I tried. He kept crying for his blanket he left back at the apartment… Kid's been moved around so much, it's probably the only real belonging he's got.
Casey: Let's take a ride. Come on, guys.
Chief Barr’s office
Severide: We dive out onto the aerial, a couple seconds later, boom, the roof gives way. The whole top floor is toast. I'm lucky to be sitting here right now.
Chief Barr: What was behind the bed?
Severide: The point is, we would have got out of there a hell of a lot sooner if we had had these masks.
Chief Barr: Look, I know you guys like to have the newest, shiniest toys, but those things cost an arm and a leg.
Severide: Chief, I'm talking about technology that's gonna save lives... Firefighters and civilians.
Chief Barr: I understand. But I'm telling you that the money isn't there.
Severide: How can the budget be maxed out? We're not even halfway through the year. I haven't heard of any major new equipment allocations.
Chief Barr: Well, Lieutenant, there's a lot you don't know about how budgets and allocations work.
Severide: Why don't you help me understand?
Chief Barr: You got an alderman in your house now, don't you? Why are you breaking my balls? Get him to explain it to you.
Severide: Thanks for your time, Chief.
Chief Barr: You got it, Kelly.
Street
Kidd: So listen, Herrmann, I think that it's something you should at least be considering. I read an article, and the thing is, I mean, have you seen the stats on U.S. beer consumption? It's way down, whereas cocktails are way up!
Mouch: Read about that. It's confounding.
Otis: Hey, you're gonna need a tiebreaker.
Kidd: Right? Come on, Dawson, help a sister out.
Dawson: Yeah, sure. Sounds good.
Casey: Say hey to Louie for us.
Kidd: Dawson's onboard.
Herrmann: She didn't say that.
DCFS
Tina Cantrell: This is so thoughtful of you.
Dawson: Well, Louie seemed pretty attached.
Tina Cantrell: I noticed. He didn't take his eyes off of you.
Dawson: Oh, I... I meant to the blanket.
Tina Cantrell: Oh, yes. Well, I'll make sure he gets it for bedtime tonight.
Dawson: Great… Um... He doesn't have any family?
Tina Cantrell: None on record. Birth mom was an addict, gave him up when he was an infant.
Dawson: Damn. Kid can't catch a break.
Tina Cantrell: Because of what he's been through, he's going to need special attention, so he might be difficult to place, but he's still young enough, he's got a shot. We'll do our best.
Dawson: Hope so. He deserves that.
Outside the firehouse
Brett: Okay, wait a minute. I-I'm sorry. I'm not understanding the metaphor. What did we do wrong?
Cruz: Okay, we tried to handle this the easy way. We sent in our drones. They missed the target. So now it's time to put boots on the ground.
Brett: If he said the bruising has gone away...
Cruz: I don't buy it. Otis gets a hangnail, he doesn't shut up about it for a week. This he says is nothing?
Brett: Okay, how do we put the boots on the ground?
Cruz: We bring in the Green Berets.
Brett: Baba?
Cruz: Baba… Baba.
Firehouse
Baba: No, no, Baba.
Brett: I think we may have gone too far.
Cruz: Nah… Oof… Thank you, Baba.
Otis: I'm going to Dr. Halstead after shift.
Radio: Ambulance 61: man down. 1111 Lakeview Avenue.
Intervention
Frat Guy: It's Damon, inside. He's really messed up, Like he has rabies or something.
House
Frat Guy: Make way, guys.
Brett: What was he doing before this happened?
Aaron: We just found him like this. No one knows.
Brett: All right, let's get the cardiac monitor on him… He's tachycardic.
Borrelli: Hey, if you guys know something, you gotta tell us… Tell us what happened now, or your friend could die.
Frat Guy: Aaron, tell him.
Aaron: It was just a dare. We were gonna post it on YouTube. But we didn't think drinking a bottle would hurt him.
Brett: A bottle? What type of alcohol?
Frat Guy: It wasn't alcohol. It was soy sauce. This much.
Borrelli: It's 20 ounces.
Brett: That much sodium, he could be hypernatremic. We need to get fluids going fast.
Aaron: Will that fix him?
Brett: There's no way to know. Sodium overdoses can be fatal.
Frat Guy: We wanted to call 911 as soon as he started throwing up, but he told us he was fine.
Boden’s office
Casey: The way I understand it, a certain amount of money is allocated for fire and police, and anything left over gets diverted to political funds. So maybe Chief Barr is under pressure from Alderman Hilbert not to spend all of his budget.
Boden: Alderman Hilbert?
Casey: Chairman of the Police and Fire Committee.
Boden: So money for Fire and Police ends up getting used for something else altogether.
Casey: Correct.
Severide: So that's it? No masks, no matter how many lives they might save?
Casey: I don't know. I'm putting together a youth center proposal with a guy on Hilbert's committee. Maybe he can help me put pressure on Hilbert, get him to spend that money where it should be spent… Hi, this is Alderman Casey. Is David available? Yes, David. How's it going? Good, good. Listen...
Boden: Alderman Casey.
Locker room
Cruz: Hey.
Brett: Hey.
Cruz: So Otis hasn't even looked at me since we brought Baba in.
Brett: You know, we had a call today. A college kid drank a bottle of soy sauce on a dare. By the time we dropped him at the hospital, he was in a coma. I don't think he'll make it.
Cruz: Wow, that's rough.
Brett: His friends waited too long to call it in, 'cause the kid kept saying he was fine… We did the right thing.
Molly’s
Kidd: Ha ha, here we go. Batch number one. Like diamonds, right?
Herrmann: If diamonds were worthless.
Kidd: Herrmann, these are not worthless. People pay extra for these.
Herrmann: Seriously? Like... How much extra? A dollar?
Kidd: No, maybe on Rush Street, but here? We could probably get 50¢.
Herrmann: 50 whole cents?
Kidd: Let me break it down. So we sell about 100 cocktails a night on average. Pop one of these in each glass, that's 50 extra bucks a night. Herrmann, this machine pays for itself in two weeks. From then on? Pure profit.
Bar
Severide: Looks pretty damn good.
Kidd: Yeah, melts slower so your drink stays cold, doesn't get watered down.
Severide: Yep, that's cold.
Herrmann: Okay, so how much extra would you be willing to pay for a premium cube like that?
Severide: Uh... A quarter? 50¢? Yeah. Yeah, 50¢.
Herrmann: Kidd, I'm glad I brought you on board. You did good.
Kidd: Thanks.
Severide: You owe me one.
Kidd: Wait, I owe you? Mm, I figured you were just paying me back for pulling your ass out of that fire.
Severide: Is that what happened?
Kidd: Hell, yeah. I saved your life. Don't forget it.
Chicago Med
Will Halstead: Brian, I'm glad you finally came in...
Otis: Is it leukemia?
Will Halstead: No. Because of your concern, we tested for that. But we're dealing with a serious condition, called Immune thrombocytopenia, okay, or ITP. It's a platelet disorder.
Otis: Never heard of it, so how serious can it be, right?
Will Halstead: Your body is low on platelets, so your blood isn't clotting properly, hence the bruising you saw. You're very lucky it hasn't caused any real damage. When untreated, it can lead to bleeding in the brain.
Brett: What's the treatment?
Will Halstead: Well, we have a couple options going forward, corticosteroids, and/or intravenous infusions of immune globulin. We're going to determine what works best for you.
Otis: "Immune globulin"? Sounds like a villain from "Star Trek."
Cruz: But he can still report to work, right?
Will Halstead: Not right now. No, we need to get that platelet count normalized.
Otis: But I'll be back on the job soon, right?
Will Halstead: We can't know that for sure right now. We'll see how the treatment goes.
Brett: Thanks, Will.
Will Halstead: You got it.
Casey’s apartment
Casey: Hey. Sorry that went so late. Looks like we've got the votes to push this youth center through. It's actually gonna happen.
Dawson: That's fantastic.
Casey: Yeah, neighbourhood council is throwing a party to celebrate. It's on Saturday. I said we'd both be there, hope that's okay.
Dawson: Yeah, absolutely.
Casey: How's the game?
Dawson: Uh, we're down by one, I think. I don't know, I wasn't really paying attention.
Casey: You weren't paying attention to your Blackhawks? Cheers.
Dawson: I have kind of a crazy idea.
Casey: Yeah?
Dawson: Yeah, um... Ooh.
Casey: What?
Dawson: What would you think... About us becoming foster parents to Louie? I can't get him out of my head, Matt. The way he jumped into my arms and he held on with all his might... I have a feeling this was meant to be. That everything that happened this year, with us... Maybe it all led us here, to this little boy. You know?
Casey: I understand that... I mean, he seemed like a-a great kid.
Dawson: Yeah. And he's been through so much already. That boy deserves a real family.
Casey: Yeah, he does… Listen... Gabby, a few weeks ago you said, now's not the time for us to get married… I've got my hands full with this alderman work, both our schedules are crazy... And much as I didn't want to hear it, you were right… We barely have time for each other. How are we going to have time for a child? I want to have a family with you… But rushing into it now, with everything else going on... It wouldn't be fair to Louie… Or to us.
Dawson: Yeah… Yeah, I told you it was a crazy idea, right? I've been so distracted these last couple days, I left a total mess at my apartment.
Casey: Gabby.
Dawson: I promised Brett I'd come by tonight, get the place in order. I'll call you in the morning.
Casey: Wait... I'll get my stuff, come with you.
Dawson: No, I'm good. I'm good. Thanks, though. Night.
Boden’s office
Boden: So the prognosis is good?
Otis: That's what Doctor Halstead says. You know, I just hope my body responds to therapy, so I don't get a spontaneous brain bleed or...
Boden: Take your time. Get healthy. Your spot will be here when you're ready.
Otis: If I'm ever ready.
Boden: You will be… Otis? Hey.
Otis: So my dad died of leukemia... And it was scary... And painful... And slow… I don't want to be sick.
Boden: It's okay to be scared.
Otis: You know, I walk into a burning building... And I know what I'm up against. But this? You know, I'm in over my head here. I'm sorry for, you know, dumping that on you.
Boden: It's okay. That's what I'm here for.
Otis: Thank you, Chief.
Casey’s office
Casey: Hey, I was just looking for you. I wanted to apologize for the way things went the other night.
Dawson: No, I'm the one who should apologize. Running out like that, I guess I was more upset than I realized.
Casey: I get it. Completely.
Dawson: And I get... I get your schedule, and the whole alderman thing… It's not the right time for you to take in a child now. I get that… But I've been thinking about it pretty much nonstop, and... It's the right time for me… So I'm going to do it. On my own… I have a meeting with Tina at DCFS, to apply to be a foster mom to Louie. There's no guarantee I'll be approved, but I'm gonna do everything in my power to help this little boy… I have to.
Casey: Well, maybe I can figure out a way to scale back the work...
Dawson: No, no, no, no. See, that's the thing. You can't force yourself into wanting this right now just because of how much I do. It wouldn't work, Matt… I need to do this alone.
Radio: Ambulance 61, Truck 81: structure fire. 1925 West Wolcott.
Herrmann: Hey, did they just say 1925 West Wolcott?
Molly’s
Herrmann: For the love of God, tell me this ain't happenin'.
Dawson: Hey, move that cart back!
Herrmann: Got it! Hit it, Dawson!
Dawson: It's inside the wall.
Herrmann: Get out of the way!
Dawson: Okay! Okay, that's good! All right, it's out… We got it. It's out.
Mouch: Holy moly. Oh, my God.
Casey: Electrical fire. What is this thing?
Herrmann: That's our... Artisan ice maker.
Firehouse : kitchen
Kidd: Herrmann, I am going to take care of this. Okay, I'm gonna make this right.
Herrmann: Wait... How? You gonna pay for all the lost business, huh? We're gonna be shut down for days, maybe weeks.
Kidd: I'll get it done fast. I'll cover the cost, plus building materials. I'll fix the wall. I'll do everything, Herrmann. Okay, you don't even have to think about it.
Mouch: You can repair the wall and fix the wiring yourself?
Kidd: Yeah, I got some guys.
Mouch: I've seen what your friends can do.
Severide: She made a mistake. She gets it. Give her a chance to make good… I thought the ice cubes were kinda cool.
Boden’s office
Boden: Come on in.
Severide: You gotta be kidding me!
Boden: Being distributed to all the busiest houses. Thanks to you.
Severide: You got some serious mojo, man?
Casey: Wow. Crazy.
Severide: Look at this. "Augmented reality heads-up display shows you temperature, thermal imaging camera..." Let's go fire one of these bad boys up.
Boden: You know, Casey... I gotta admit I wasn't crazy about you going into politics, but you're really hitting your stride with it… Seem to be opening up a lot of doors.
Casey: Yeah. Closing some too.
Locker room
Yes. Yes.
Herrmann: Okay, no. All right. Yeah, I love you. Good-bye… I call Cindy to tell her about Molly's. She yells at me. Believe that?
Dawson: Yelled at you for what?
Herrmann: She says I overreacted. It's just a building, you know, and nobody got hurt, and sounds like Otis is gonna be okay, and I should consider myself lucky because us and the kids, we're all happy and healthy. Hmm!
Dawson: Smart lady… Herrmann, you once told me that you thought I would make a great mom.
Herrmann: Yeah. I remember.
Dawson: You really think so? I mean, at the time you were... You were just trying to cheer me up, so...
Herrmann: Hey. I don't think so, Dawson… I know so.
Building
Cruz: Hey, Otis, buddy, what are you doing?
Otis: Throwing out all the junk food.
Cruz: Oh, hey, man! Not the Dingers!
Otis: Especially the Dingers… I'm not gonna take this thing lying down, Cruz… I'm gonna beat this thing.
Cruz: Well, I'm right there with you, Otis. We're gonna beat this thing together.
Otis: Awesome, man. Grab your Nikes. We're going for a run.
Cruz: Ooh, we are gonna beat this thing together as soon as you get back from your run, huh?
Otis: Okay, cool.
Cruz: I love you, brother.
Otis: Love you too.
Foster house
Tina Cantrell: I appreciate your passion. But when you apply to be a foster parent, it takes four to six months just to get approved. We can't let Louie stay in a group home that long. We need to find him a family now.
Dawson: Isn't there some way I can... I don't know, speed up the process? I'm a firefighter, my brother's a policeman. He knows tons of people at DCFS. Maybe that'll help?
Tina Cantrell: I'm sorry. If you want to put in an application, there are always children in need of homes, but realistically, there's no way you'll be able to foster Louie.
Dawson: I'm not really good at taking no for an answer. Can I pay him a visit now?
Tina Cantrell: Go ahead.
Louie’s room
Dawson: Hey, Louie… I'm Gabby, remember? Okay if I hang out with you a little? "Corduroy"? I love this book… Will you help me read it? "Corduroy is a bear who once lived in the toy department of a big store. Day after day he waited with all the other animals and dolls for somebody to come along and take him home… The store was always filled with shoppers buying all sorts of things. But no one ever seemed to want a small bear in green overalls."
Louie: That's a bear right there.
Dawson: Yeah, there is!
Molly’s
Kidd: All right. Come on. Come on, you bastard. Come on!
Severide: Where are your guys? Smoke break?
Kidd: Yeah, yeah, I mean... You... You know how it goes. Union regulations.
Severide: Use a hand?
Kidd: No, I-I got this.
Severide: Mm-hmm.
Kidd: Wow. You are something.
Severide: How so?
Kidd: 'Cause you act like you don't give a damn, and then you're the one who goes and yells at CFD brass, or comes and helps a damsel in distress...
Severide: Yeah, well, you got me all figured out.
Kidd: Yeah, I know. Except one thing.
Severide: What's that?
Kidd: When I'm married, you break into my house with flowers and champagne, and then I'm solo, and you just keep a nice, safe distance… So... I was thinking that we could put the first coat of mud, and let it dry...
Severide: Next coat tomorrow?
Kidd: And then... Yeah, exactly.
Severide: Mm-hmm.
Kidd: Yeah. You know, assuming I can ever get this sheet up.
Severide: Well, between the two of us? Come on, piece of cake.
