Épisode À la petite cuillère S05E02

Street

Kidd: Oh, my god. Oh, my god.

Severide: Somebody get some help!

Kidd: I think you got his jugular.

Severide: Stay with me, Grant.

Herrmann: Hey, what the hell?

Severide: Call an ambulance!

Kidd: It's okay. Breathe. Just keep breathing. Just keep breathing. All right.

Ambo

Kidd: Come on, stay with me.

Dawson: Stella, I can ride along.

Kidd: No, I want to. If that's okay?

Paramedic: Yeah, let's go.

Brett: All right, I'll get your bag, don't worry.

Street

Officer: Hang on, Severide. I can't let you go.

Paramedic: You got him?

Kidd: Okay...

Paramedic: More like this. More pressure.

Kidd: Come on, let's go.

Officer: Let's find a quiet place.

Ambo

Kidd: He's still losing blood. If I apply any more pressure, I'm gonna close his airway.

Paramedic: We have to intubate. You got him?

Kidd: Yeah.

Molly’s

Officer: You went for his neck.

Severide: I wasn't going for his neck. I was... I was... He had a... He had a knife. He was coming at her.

Officer: I'm just trying to get the full picture.

Severide: I was trying to disarm him. To protect Stella.

Officer: From her husband.

Ambo

Kidd: He's losing too much blood. We should get another line going.

Paramedic: After I intubate.

Kidd: Hurry, Margaret, we're losing him.

Molly’s

Officer: Your relationship with Ms. Kidd is, what?

Severide: Crawford, it was a clean take-down. The psycho was going to kill her. It wasn't excessive use of force, I did what I had to do.

Ambo

Kidd: Oh, my god. Come on, stay awake. Come on, Grant! Grant!

Waiting room

Officer: Grant ever try anything like this before?

Kidd: Never. No, he never laid a finger on me.

Officer: Ever make any threats of any kind?

Kidd: No.

Officer: But tonight you felt threatened.

Kidd: Yeah.

Officer: Then what'd he do?

Kidd: Kelly came out, he tried to tackle him, but he had that knife. So Kelly grabbed a piece of metal and, uh... Hi.

Doris: They're finishing up the surgery right now. Yeah, he's stable.

Kidd: Okay.

Officer: You're relieved.

Kidd: Yeah, man, I don't want him to die.

Officer: Well. With Severide's corroborating account, we have enough to charge your ex with attempted murder.

Dawson Casey’s bedroom

Dawson: Today I'm using a sitter that Cindy recommended, but I lined up a bunch of nanny interviews for Wednesday.

Casey: You didn't like any of the women we met yesterday?

Dawson: The first one kept her purse on her shoulder the whole time, like she couldn't wait to bolt out of here.

Casey: I didn't notice that.

Dawson: And how about that second one with... With all the allergies? That was a little freaky, right? What? You don't think Louie deserves the best?

Casey: I just think we should find him a sitter before he turns 18. Ugh. Alderman Dearing called me twice about some vote. This guy's relentless. Oh, um, Stella is coming to work today. I offered her the shift off, but, um, she says she's good to go.

Dawson: Then she is.

Casey: Hey, hey. What you doing?

Louie: Can you read it to me?

Casey: Yeah, sure. Come here. There you go. If you want in on this, I've been practicing my Rumpelstiltskin voice. Ready? All right… "Once upon a time, there was a poor miller who had a beautiful daughter."

Firehouse : locker room

Cruz: So Grant was just waiting in the alley for Kidd to come out?

Capp: What kinda drugs was he on?

Severide: Let's get out on the apron, first thing, check on all the air tanks.

Cruz: You got it, Lieutenant.

Hallway

Casey: Hey.

Kidd: Hey, Lieutenant.

Casey: One sec… Dawson assures me I can take you at your word if you say you're ready to work.

Kidd: Oh, girl knows me well.

Casey: Good. But, uh, here's the thing. Jimmy's back on truck, as per the Deputy Commissioner.

Kidd: Jimmy's... Jimmy's the one who's not ready to work.

Casey: I know, and Boden agreed that for now, we'll keep him out of situations where his emotions can endanger him or anyone else. But if he's on the sidelines, I need everyone else in the game, 100%.

Kidd: Yeah, 100%. You got it.

Kitchen

Borrelli: What was he trying to do? He's trying to kill her?

Herrmann: He had a knife... I don't think he was coming over to apologize.

Otis: Guy was high as balls, I doubt he had a cohesive plan.

Mouch: Morning, Chief.

Boden: Hey, guys, do me a favour, keep a lid on the Grant conversation when Kidd's around. She's been through a lot. No need for...

Herrmann: Hey, Jimmy. Your chief was talking.

Borrelli: Good morning, Lieutenant. I'm gonna go get started on the officer side compartments.

Herrmann: That kid's attitude...

Boden: Look, folks, let's not lose sight of one thing. That young man lost his brother… He's still processing that.

Casey: We'll keep an eye on him, Chief.

Boden: Good.

Garage

Cruz: Oh.

Travis: Kelly.

Cruz: Hey, Lieutenant, check it out. It's from a monastery in Belgium.

Severide: Nice. It's Travis, right?

Travis: Yeah, you got it. Just a small token of my appreciation for saving my buddy care-taker's ass at at the pool the other day.

Severide: Oh, that's not necessary.

Travis: Yeah, you know, no harm in it, right? Hey, I wanna invite you to a little event I'm hosting tomorrow night at Trap23. It should be a good time.

Severide: Uh, I got some stuff going on tomorrow, but thanks.

Travis: Yeah...

Cruz: Yeah, the lieutenant, he's more of a neighbourhood bar kind of a guy, but, um, I'm down for whatever, so...

Capp: Same here. Whatever, whenever.

Travis: Hey, if your plans change. We got more in common than you think, Lieutenant.

Connie: Severide. Officer Crawford at CPD is on the phone for you.

Severide: Um, thanks for the invitation.

Otis: Yo, that's Travis Brenner.

Cruz: Love the trucks, you know, we can... We can probably figure that out.

Herrmann: Who?

Otis: I'm telling you, this guy's like a kingmaker on the bar and the club scene. I... I'm saying, one Instagram post from that guy, your place is on the hot list.

Herrmann: Go talk to him and get him over to Molly's.

Otis: What am I supposed to say?

Herrmann: Ah, this ain't brain surgery, Otis. Yeah, tell him you like his insta-majiggy, you know, invite him to the bar. Eh? Eh!

Otis: Okay.

Hallway

Mouch: Got your text.

Brett: Yeah, uh, chapter one.

Mouch: Wow, that was fast.

Brett: Yeah, I stayed up late. I was on a roll. Hope you like it.

Mouch: Changed the first line.

Brett: Well, just... Just a little.

Mouch: Well... How can he rip open her turnout coat? It's made of Kevlar.

Brett: No, that's just... Just keep reading.

Mouch: Eh, now she's ripping his off, too. Lotta expensive equipment just being ruined here… Uh... "He traced his finger along the sinuous curve of her spine." That's... That's redundant. Sinuous means curvy.

Brett: You know what? I think this partnership was a mistake.

Mouch: I'm just saying, the curvy curve of her spine? Oof.

Brett: Okay, Shakespeare. I'm out.

Casey: Ugh. Alderman Dearing again? This guy can't take no for an answer.

Dawson: That's what the decline button is for.

Severide: Hey.

Kidd: Hey.

Severide: Uh, I just got off the phone with Crawford over at CPD. Said that you're not pressing charges against Grant.

Kidd: Yeah, I'm just trying to figure it all out right now.

Severide: What's there to figure out? The guy attacked you. He should be put away.

Kidd: Well, it's not that simple. I mean, at least not to me, I... Look, Kelly, I appreciate your concern but it's not your problem.

Severide: It's not my problem?

Kidd: It's not your problem.

Severide: It's not my problem? I... I'm the one that had to get between you and his knife.

Kidd: I'm just saying that I know him better than anyone else, so I'll handle it. You know, they... We were close for a long time. Even after we split.

Severide: You ever think maybe that's what cause this in the first place? You keeping him hanging around for years after you should have cut him off?

Radio: Squad three, accident at downtown Harbour Lock.

Severide: Stella, I'm just saying...

Kidd: That's your unit, Lieutenant.

Harbour Lock

Severide: What's going on?

Manager: The boat's still coming in. That's her, out there. I guess they're out there hauling in buoys. It sounds like one of the guys got his leg all tangled up in the chain gears. Boat captain says it's bad.

Severide: Capp, grab a tool bag and stand by.

Capp: On it.

Boat

Severide: Cruz, let's get a crash course on this thing.

Cruz: Hey, Joe, can you show me how to work this thing?

Captain: Yeah, this way.

Severide: His leg's in there pretty deep… Heavy bleeding… Femoral artery, likely… Hey, bud, what's your name? He's in shock. Get a tourniquet ready.

Tony: All right.

Severide: Grab a backboard, Capp.

Captain: You use the joystick here for control.

Severide: Hey, Cruz? It's gonna take us way too long to disassemble this thing. Let's try getting the motor in reverse.

Cruz: Captain says it's jammed up tight.

Severide: Ah, not for long.

Paramedic: Lift him up.

Severide: All right, Cruz, when you're ready. Nice and slow.

Cruz: Moving.

Severide: Ah! Cruz! Hold on!

Cruz: Sorry, you okay?

Severide: Yeah, my hand's stuck in there. It's got my glove… Damn loop.

Cruz: Is there a full power shut off? Is there any way that we can go to manual?

Captain: No, no way.

Severide: All right, try it again.

Cruz: Uh, Lieutenant, no way. We gotta disassemble this thing.

Severide: Cruz, we don't have enough time. I just gave you an order, now do it!

Cruz: Moving.

Severide: Okay. All right. One, two, three. Okay, we got him.

Harbour Lock

Cruz: Hey, let me take a look.

Severide: Nah, I'm fine.

51 kitchen

Mouch: Huh. Oh, now, that's good… Mind your be zones.

51 garage

Cruz: Hey, you might wanna check on Severide.

Dawson: What happened?

Severide: Uh, got pinched. No biggie.

Dawson: Let's see… That's a nasty blood blister, but it didn't break the skin.

Severide: Yeah, like I said.

Dawson: Great… You all right?

Severide: Did you know that Stella isn't pressing charges?

Dawson: What?

Severide: She's letting Grant walk.

Toilet

Dawson: I talked to Antonio, he says it's not too late to issue an order against Grant. PD will slap the cuffs on him the minute he's discharged from Med.

Kidd: That's now how I wanna handle this.

Dawson: So you're gonna pretend like he didn't attack you?

Kidd: I'm getting pretty damn tired of everybody trying to tell me what to do.

Connie: We have a little problem.

Dawson: Louie. What... What happened?

Connie: Your sitter dropped him off. Said she forgot she had a doctor's appointment today.

Dormitory

Casey: Alderman Dearing?

Mr. Dearing: Matt. How are you?

Casey: I'm good, but I wasn't kidding when I said I have an ironclad rule about conducting council business on CFD time.

Mr. Dearing: I wouldn't have stopped by if you'd returned any of my half dozen phone calls.

Casey: Look, Alderman...

Mr. Dearing: Stephen.

Casey: Stephen. I read your proposal. And I just think there are better ways of spending taxpayer dollars than a mag mile beautification project.

Mr. Dearing: Let me make one last argument for why you should lend it your support.

Casey: All right.

Mr. Dearing: While helping a constituent navigate an issue with DCFS, it came to my attention that you used your political influence to help your girlfriend jump the line in the foster care program.

Casey: That was a special case. A child who had fallen through the cracks. I was advocating for the child.

Mr. Dearing: You can explain it however you want. But if the press gets a hold of this, it's only gonna look like one thing: Self-dealing… So I trust I can rely on your vote… Yeah.

Connie’s office

Dawson: Oh, yeah? Yeah.

Casey: What happened?

Dawson: Sitter messed up her schedule, had to drop him off. Connie's been great… And before you say anything, I know that we gotta get onto this full-time nanny thing, but I just found out that Connie's sister is a nanny and she's looking for work.

Casey: That's great.

Dawson: Yeah, I already called her and she's gonna come by tomorrow.

Casey: Terrific.

Radio: Ambulance 61, female injured. 3223 Lakeshore Drive.

Dawson: All right, be back soon, big guy.

Casey: Bye.

Dawson: Thanks, Connie.

3223 Lakeshore Drive

Brett: Maybe she didn't think Grant was planning to hurt her.

Dawson: Yeah, but the way Severide describes it, she'd have to be a fool to think that. And Stella's no fool… Fire Department!

Brett: Hello? Anyone here?

Dawson: Hello? Chicago Fire Department… We're coming in.

Brett: Should we call for backup? Uh, ma'am?

Caroline Vonderhoss: Oh, this city better have a world-class plastic surgeon.

Brett: Is the dog aggressive?

Caroline Vonderhoss: Oh, god, no. I did this.

Dawson: You bit the dog?

Caroline Vonderhoss: No, the poor girl was asleep; I kissed her and scared her silly.

Dawson: Okay, let's see what we got.

Caroline Vonderhoss: Ahh.

Dawson: Have you had a tetanus shot in the last seven years?

Caroline Vonderhoss: Oh, I'm not sure.

Brett: Has the dog had all her shots?

Caroline Vonderhoss: Of course… Oh, please. Take a copy.

Brett: Caroline Vonderhoss. This is you! Wow. A published author. Thanks. I'd... I'd love to read this.

Dawson: Okay, you're all set. Let's go to the hospital, get you some stitches.

Caroline Vonderhoss: Oh, can I bring Bella?

Brett: Sure.

Dawson: No.

Caroline Vonderhoss: Bella gets so nervous alone and you have no idea how hard it is to find a good sitter.

Dawson: I do, actually.

Caroline Vonderhoss: Bless your heart.

Brett: Uh, I hope you don't mind me saying, but you must make a pretty good living to have an apartment like this.

Caroline Vonderhoss: Oh, honey, you should have seen the place I owned before I started paying palimony.

Brett: Ouch. Ow.

51 kitchen

Mouch: Brett, can we talk? About this whole book thing.

Brett: Yeah, I want back in.

Mouch: I owe you an... Huh?

Brett: I take back what I said.

Mouch: Oh, well, uh, me too. This is great stuff.

Brett: Really?

Mouch: Oh, really.

Brett: Muah! Mouch, we are headed for the penthouse!

Outside 51

Severide: Stella. Hey!

Kidd: Hey.

Severide: How you doing?

Kidd: Well, I figured out the Grant stuff, if that's what you're asking.

Severide: No, actually, I was just asking how you're doing.

Kidd: Look, you're right. I made a lot of mistakes. And you got pulled into all of that. And I'm sorry… But like you said the other night, we're not a couple. So this is my problem. It's not yours.

Chicago Med

Daniel Charles: How you doing, Grant? Come on in and have a seat.

Grant: All right. I'm fine. Can you...

Daniel Charles: So, Grant. Grant? Against the advice of police, Stella has decided not to press criminal charges. Which means that you won't be going to jail.

Grant: I was never gonna hurt you. I was just upset, that's all...

Daniel Charles: Yeah, we're looking forward, Grant, not back. My recommendation is that you voluntarily commit yourself to the Springfield facility and begin the process of getting well.

Grant: Yeah, no, I'm... Look, I... I know... I know I need help getting clean. I do. It's just... I mean, I don't need to be locked up in some psych ward. Do you... No... Do you understand that?

Daniel Charles: It's a voluntary facility, you're not gonna be locked up.

Grant: No, whatever. I... I get it. I don't... This whole thing has been a wake-up call...

Kidd: Grant! You have to do this… You can't do it solo. I... I couldn't when I went through it. Remember? I probably wouldn't have made it out of my teens if it weren't for your help… Don't think I don't know that… I wish that I was the one... Who could help you. But I have tried everything that I know how to do, and it... And it only makes things worse… I didn't press charges because I'm not making decisions for you anymore… I'm out... For good.

Grant: Come on.

Kidd: It's time for you to step up.

Grant: Stella Bella… No.

City Hall

Mr. Dearing: Matt. I appreciate your support in there. I think this measure's going to accomplish a lot. You'll see.

Casey: I'm real happy for you, Dearing. I did my part. You and me are done.

Mr. Dearing: Look, we worked so well together. There's no reason to part ways. Let's think of this as an ongoing relationship. Between the bright young star, Casey, and the old sellout, Dearing. That's what you called us experienced aldermen in your campaign, right? Sellouts.

Casey: Well, I'm sorry if I offended you, Alderman. You can forget hanging that DCFS threat over me. I'm only here to do some good for the people of Chicago. The minute I can't do that anymore, I'll walk away.

Mr. Dearing: You don't care about a career in politics. That's fine… But I bet you care about your girlfriend keeping your foster kid. I'll call you later in the week. There's a committee appointment I'd like to discuss with you.

Street

Severide: I think I'm on the list. Kelly Severide. Guest of Travis Brenner's.

Jo Jo: No, sorry, we're all full up. You're gonna have to wait in line. Excuse me. Come on.

Travis Brenner: Hey, man. I didn't think you'd show.

Severide: Hey, well, it looks like the place to be.

Travis Brenner: No doubt about it. Follow me. Jo Jo, this guy always gets in.

Jo Jo: No problem, right this way.

Severide: Thanks.

Travis Brenner: Ladies, you wanna meet a real life action hero? Come on.

Casey and Dawson’s apartment

Dawson: Hey. Okay, you are not gonna believe this, but Connie's sister was amazing.

Casey: Really?

Dawson: Yeah, I know. I had the same reaction, but she was so sweet with Louie and she got got him giggling, and we all know that kid is a tough laugh. I wanted her to stay so she could meet you, but it got too late.

Casey: Sorry about that. Vote dragged on.

Dawson: Oh, and the best part, Connie's sister is named Bonnie… Matt?

Casey: Alderman Dearing knows I helped move things along in DCFS so you could foster Louie… He's making a thing of it, Gabby.

Dawson: What are you... What do you mean a thing? We didn't do anything illegal.

Casey: He's threatening to use it against me politically. Saying it's unfair that someone in my position jumped the line.

Dawson: Well, could he get... Could he get DCFS to reassess our foster status?

Casey: I don't know.

Dawson: That can't happen.

Casey: I know. I'll deal with Dearing, figure it all out.

Dawson: Whatever it takes, do it… I am not gonna lose that boy, Matt.

Molly’s

Borrelli: Well, no one ever said Danny was a saint. And the thing is, when the chips were down, uh, Danny... He had your back. That's the difference between him and a guy like Chief Boden… I mean, Boden never liked Danny, not from day one.

Herrmann: Yeah, well, your brother didn't exactly make a great first impression.

Otis: Herrmann.

Borrelli: Well, that didn't make his life worth any less, did it? You know, Boden, he's the incompetent son of a bitch that sent Danny back into that collapse. He sent him to his death.

Herrmann: I can't do it, all right? You wanna trash talk my chief? My friend? You take it out of my bar.

Otis: Hey, easy.

No, no, no.

Herrmann: I'm done tiptoeing around this punk. It's time for some tough love, all right? Here's the thing, Jimmy. Your brother, he screwed up. That's the truth. So you need to stop looking for somebody else to blame.

Borrelli: Don't talk about my brother.

Mouch: Careful, there, Jimmy.

Borrelli: I'll see you gents around the firehouse.

Boden’s office

Casey: Chief.

Boden: I know it's not my birthday, so this must be bad news.

Casey: My guys have something they wanna say.

Mouch: Chief, we the members of Chicago Fire Department, Truck Company 81, second shift...

Boden: Mouch.

Herrmann: We refuse to work with Jimmy.

Boden: Refuse?

Otis: He's in a bad place, Chief. Until he gets his head straight, we can't trust him to have our backs.

Herrmann: Or his own.

Boden: Look, I hear you. I said as much to the Deputy Commissioner.

Mouch: But now you get to tell him, either they pull Jimmy...

Kidd: Or they gotta find a whole new crew for Truck 81.

Boden: You can get into real trouble over this one, you know that, right?

Herrmann: Chief, if CFD won't look out for Jimmy's best interests... We will.

Casey: I'm fine keeping Jimmy in the background for as long as you want. On the other hand, I don't wanna ignore the concerns of my team. Maybe this is the best way to give Jimmy the help he deserves.

Mouch: Come what may.

Boden: Okay, then. I'll call Chief Walker. But in the meantime, if that bell goes off...

Otis: We'll be there, Chief. All in. As usual.

Boden: Okay, then. Dismissed.

Locker room

Cruz: So I saw pictures of that party all over Brenner's Instagram. Looked insane. Maybe me, Capp, and Tony'll tag along at the next one.

Severide: Yeah, maybe.

Cruz: Yep.

Radio: Ambulance 61, Truck 81, Squad 3. Multiple vehicle accident.

Intervention

Boden: Squad. Check on that car. 81, you got the truck. Sir, have a seat. You shouldn't be on that leg.

Motorcyclist: It was his fault. I had the right of way.

Severide: Hang on, miss. We're gonna get you out of there.

Motorcyclist: The bastard took off. Just ran away.

Boden: Who?

Motorcyclist: The driver of the truck. This is all his fault. He ran the stop sign. If I hadn't bailed out, I'd be under there right now.

Casey: Nobody's inside, Chief.

Boden: Sir, let us take a look at you. Come on, get him off his feet.

Dawson: Let's take a look at that leg.

Brett: Hey, come here and have a seat.

Severide: The leg's trapped under the dash. Grab the jaws.

Casey: Hey, we got a fuel leak. Herrmann, Mouch, grab the extinguishers.

Boden: Otis, get that tarp up for me.

Otis: On it.

Boden: Damn it.

Casey: We got flames! Herrmann! Where are those extinguishers?

Boden: Casey, that's a negative. This guy's a fly dumper. All companies, back it up 50 feet!

Casey: All right, you heard him. Back it up.

Boden: Let's go!

Severide: Hey, Chief, what are we dealing with?

Boden: Unmarked drums. Assume the worst. Back off now, Squad.

Severide: Let's go. Move.

Boden: 51, get two lines going. We're gonna hit these flames from a distance.

Borrelli: Wait, we're just gonna leave the victim?

Boden: 81, hook up the car and drag it clear. Squad, get ready to extricate.

Casey: Otis, position the truck.

Borrelli: I'll hook up the chain.

Casey: No, Jimmy, spot Otis. Mouch, Kidd, get the chain.

Kidd: Copy that.

Severide: Here, I'll hook it up, you guys stay back.

Boden: 51, where are those lines?

Mouch: Right here, Chief.

Borrelli: Chief, this is gonna take forever.

Casey: Borrelli, I told you to spot Otis!

Borrelli: He's not even moving yet.

Casey: Never mind! I'll do it myself.

Herrmann: I'm gonna kill him, I swear it.

Borrelli: This is crazy, two or three of us can push this damn car out of the way. Come on, who's with me?

Boden: Borrelli, get back here! Borrelli!

Borrelli: Hey, come on, someone give me a hand!

Explosion

Mouch: Herrmann!

Boden: Jimmy! Come on, Jimmy! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on, Borrelli! Get him out of here! Go!

Brett: Dawson, I need a hand! All right, restrain him. Get his gear off… I need an arm.

Casey: Hold on, Jimmy.

Severide: Hey, Chief, you all right?

Boden: Get the victim out of that car. Go!

Severide: Yeah. Hey, squad, let's get her out!

Brett: Pushing versed.

Dawson: We need to intubate.

Brett: Okay.

Herrmann: Chief. Your neck.

Dawson: Check for lung sounds.

Brett: You're in.

Dawson: Hold the bag.

Herrmann: Damn it, Borrelli.

Dawson: All right, we're good.

Boden: Okay, bring him in.

Casey: Compress his arms. Real easy, on three. One, two, three. Lift.

Chicago Med

Will Halstead: His turnout gear did its job. The damage was limited to his face and neck. But it was severe. And I'm sorry to say, we couldn't save the left eye… Now, he'll get through this. But it's gonna be a long and difficult recovery.

Severide: This is not on you.

Boden: The hell it isn't.

Chief Walker: What's the latest?

Casey: Jimmy's gonna pull through, but, uh, he's done.

Chief Walker: Hell of a thing, Chief.

Boden: Hey, Doc.

Will Halstead: Yeah?

Boden: Can I see him?

Will Halstead: Of course.

Capp: You leaving?

Severide: Yeah, there's no point in staying here.

Cruz: Hey, we can head over to Molly's in a bit, raise a glass to Jimmy.