Casey and Dawson’s apartment
Dawson: Okay, stuffed animal, sippy cup. You are all set, buddy. You can take him to lunch after you pick him up, but please, no drive-through.
Casey: What? I'm dropping him off. Bonnie's picking him up.
Dawson: No, no, I told you that I cancelled Bonnie because you're free.
Casey: Uh, you didn't tell me, and I'm not free. I took the shift off to check out this warehouse.
Dawson: Well, you told me it would only take a few hours. That's plenty of time to pick up Louie at 1:00. Perfect.
Casey: I'm playing golf at 1:00… What?
Severide: Didn't mean to interrupt. You ready to go?
Dawson: Yeah. Casey was just about to say how he's gonna cancel his golf game so he can pick Louie up later.
Severide: I'll be in the car.
Casey: Guess I'll play golf another time. Better get going.
Street
Gary Melville: Alderman Casey.
Casey: Hey.
Gary Melville: Gary Melville. Thanks for coming out.
Casey: Thanks for opening up your warehouse on a Saturday.
Gary Melville: It's no problem. Although I thought the contract was a done deal. I mean, we do have the best decontamination supplies in Chicago.
Casey: Vote's all set for Monday. I just heard no one had been by to actually look things over.
Gary Melville: Huh. Well, who better than a real Chicago firefighter, right? Come on in.
Factory
Gary Melville: This way. Come on. No, no, hold it there for a sec.
Casey: You machine your own aluminum?
Gary Melville: Oh, absolutely, we manufacture all of our decontamination pools on site, so we can supply emergency response to any Hazmat situation. As you can see, we keep the frames folded for easy transport... Hey, I've got all those specs that you were looking for over here in my office.
Casey: You always have kids hanging around here?
Gary Melville: That's Laurel; that's Ken's daughter.
Casey: Hi.
Laurel: I could've stayed home, but no. Stuck here doing slave labour.
Ken: Don't wanna paint, don't get grounded. Get back in the break room.
Laurel: Whatever.
Milo: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Watch out!
Ken: Oh, God!
Gary Melville: Milo, look out!
Milo: Ah, ah, ah! Ah!
Casey: What the hell? What the hell? You gotta get away from these fumes! Run outside and call 911!
Gary Melville: Right!
Break room
Laurel: Dad? Wait, what happened?
Casey: An accident. Your dad inhaled some fumes.
Laurel: Huh?
Casey: We gotta block that off, or we're dead. Here, use this. You need to to cut up this drop cloth in wide pieces, roll 'em up, stuff 'em underneath. Got that? Here, take it. Go. Now.
Laurel: Okay… Is he okay?
Casey: His acid burns aren't too bad. He's breathing on his own, which is a good sign. Gary's calling 911, so the medics will be here soon.
Laurel: Wait. Where's Milo? Is he still out there?
Casey: Your dad's forklift ran into a tank of something toxic. My guess is sulfuric acid.
Laurel: Is he...
Casey: He didn't make it.
Laurel: Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Casey: Hey, hey. Hey, hey, wait.
Laurel: Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God! Hey, hey, hey.
Casey: Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey, Laurel.
Laurel: Right? Yeah.
Casey: My name's Matt Casey. I'm a firefighter. I know you're freaked out, but we're safe in here for the moment. What I need you to do is sit with your dad and keep an eye on him for me. Can you do that? Okay, good.
Laurel: Daddy?
Firehouse : kitchen
Mouch: What in God's name is that?
Otis: This is beef jerky mac.
Mouch: That, my friend, is disgusting.
Otis: Oh, this is the food of the future. It's packed with lean protein. You just add water. Best science has to offer.
Kidd: Mmm.
Otis: Mmm.
Kidd: Mmm. Delicious. Delicious science.
Herrmann: Ah, leave him alone. He wants to eat slop in a sack, let him.
Boden: Well, that wouldn't be my choice, but we could all stand to be more thoughtful about the food that we eat. Good for you for trying something new.
Otis: See? Vision, bifocals… Oh, my breakfast is a federal case, but that we're all just gonna ignore?
Boden: What are those two up to?
Herrmann: Ignorance is bliss.
Briefing room
Mouch: Mr. Morley. Randy McHolland.
Mr. Morley: That is a great author name.
Brett: Sylvie Brett.
Mr. Morley: Okay. Can we sit?
Brett: We haven't discussed our little project here at work yet.
Mouch: We're keeping it "on the down low," so to speak.
Mr. Morley: Oh. Say no more. Next meeting... Maggiano's. My treat.
Mouch: Wow.
Mr. Morley: So, this book, what do you call it?
Brett: "Flames of Desire."
Mouch: "Sheets on Fire."
Brett: Really? Like "pants on fire?"
Mr. Morley: Whatever it's called, it's hot stuff. Pun intended. We're ready to publish.
Brett: Oh, my gosh.
Mouch: Uh... I gotta tell you, I lost track of how many queries I sent out, but this... This makes it all worth it.
Mr. Morley: All we need to get started is you write me a check for $5,000.
Brett: What?
Mr. Morley: Oh, it's totally standard, covers upfront expenses.
Brett: I'm sorry, what's the name of your company again?
Mr. Morley: Fireworks Publishing. Best vanity press in Chicago.
Radio: Ambulance 61, injury from a fall, 2012 Princeton Ave., Apartment 6.
Street
Dawson: So what's going on with you and Mouch?
Brett: Nothing. He's just giving me some advice on a business matter... Some personal investments.
Dawson: Okay.
Margot’s house
Dawson: Pupils are normal. I'm fine.
Margot: Just one of my dizzy spells.
Brett: Well, you had to go down pretty hard to get a scrape like that.
Margot: I put my hand out to steady myself. My skin is so thin now.
Dawson: It looks like your blood pressure's running on the low end. Do you drink enough water?
Margot: I try.
Courtney Jackson: So it's just a fall, nothing serious? Courtney Jackson. I work with the city as a senior advocate.
Margot: Courtney's a huge help. She gets me discounts on everything.
Dawson: Well, your scrape's not too bad, but it sounds like you have a lot of these dizzy spells. What happens when you can't call for help next time?
Margot: Maybe I should get one of those alert necklaces.
Brett: Hmm, well, our concern is that we don't know if these spells are caused by your low blood pressure or something more serious. We should get you checked out at Chicago Med.
Margot: You know, I'm feeling better. I don't need to go to the hospital.
Courtney Jackson: Can we speak over here? I'm here to make sure our seniors aren't bullied into something they don't want.
Brett: Bullied?
Dawson: We just want what's best for the patient.
Courtney Jackson: I get that, but Margot's mentally competent to make her own decisions, and it's my job to support her.
Dawson: Are you with her 24 hours a day? You going to make sure she's drinking enough water to keep her blood pressure up? If this is even because of that. If she's having multiple falls, she shouldn't be living alone.
Courtney Jackson: I'll make a note of that opinion. I'm sure Margot will call if she needs help again.
Factory : breaking room
Laurel: You can't get a signal in here. Trust me, I've tried.
Casey: We should be hearing sirens by now… Grounded, huh?
Laurel: I snuck out, stayed out late.
Casey: How late is "late"?
Laurel: 1:00 in the morning.
Casey: Yeah. I'm Team Dad on that one. What are you, 14?
Laurel: 15. He's out late all the time, working. Can't believe he even noticed I was gone... Or cared.
Casey: He's your dad. Of course he cares.
Laurel: You know who says stuff like that? People whose dads took them fishing a lot.
Casey: Actually, my dad died when I was a little older than you.
Laurel: Oh… My mom died last year.
Casey: I'm sorry.
Laurel: Whatever. It sucks.
Casey: Yeah. It does.
Laurel: What's wrong?
Casey: I was just checking to see how things were out there.
Laurel: I know what it looks like when grown-ups lie.
Casey: Looks like Gary tried to go back to his office before he went outside.
Laurel: Why would he do that?
Casey: Probably to get rid of the records of what he was up to here. The point is the fumes got him. He never called 911.
Laurel: Nobody's coming.
Casey: Nope.
Laurel: Oh, God.
Casey: He’s safe here on the table.
Laurel: Dad? What's that?
Casey: Baking soda helps neutralize the acid. It won't work for long.
Laurel: Dad? Daddy? Oh. Dad!
Ken: What happened?
Casey: Forklift pierced a tank.
Ken: Oh!
Laurel: Come on.
Ken: Oh, God. Oh, God.
Casey: Easy, take it easy.
Ken: Gary said to stack the drums high enough to hide the tanks.
Casey: I'm guessing he doesn't have a permit to store sulfuric acid.
Ken: The guy never met a corner he couldn't cut. He's making cash on the side storing the tanks for a friend.
Laurel: And you brought me here?
Ken: What was I supposed to do, leave you at home alone?
Casey: Guys, what's on the other side of this vent?
Ken: Office.
Casey: With a landline?
Ken: Yeah.
Firehouse : garage
Herrmann: What the hell are you doing?
Otis: How long have you all been here?
Mouch: So, what's going on here? Are you having a mental event of some sort?
Otis: Add short list for mission Mars… It's a privately funded project to train and send civilians to form the first human habitats on Mars, and I made the top 100.
Cruz: Yeah, he did! Ha ha!
Mouch: There he is!
Herrmann: There he is!
Cruz: Ah.
Boden: Your application must have been... Impressive.
Otis: I wrote a great personal essay, okay? And Cruz here helped me bring it to tip-top shape.
Boden: You encouraged this?
Cruz: He asks, I help.
Otis: Anyway, they sent over a list of tasks for ultimate mission fitness.
Herrmann: And putting together a fan while holding your breath was on it?
Otis: Repairing an oxygen filtration system in case of critical error.
Factory : breaking room
Casey: Okay. We need to widen this up if I'm gonna get through.
Laurel: Or I could go.
Ken: No way.
Laurel: I can fit. All I have to do is call 911, right?
Casey: Yeah.
Laurel: I can do it.
Casey: Okay. Just go in, use the phone, come back.
Laurel: Okay.
Ken: Laurel.
Casey: Wait, wait, wait. Wait, come back, come back. Okay. Hold on… The fumes are already in there. We need to seal this off.
Laurel: Mr. Casey.
Casey: Perfect… Yeah, hold this.;; Two more. Here.
Laurel: What is it? What is it?
Casey: Nothing.
Laurel: The hell it is. What is it?
Casey: The acid's moving toward a pile of aluminum shavings.
Laurel: So?
Casey: When sulfuric acid touches aluminum, there's a chemical reaction… Acid hits those shavings, there's gonna be an explosion… We gotta get out of here.
Severide’s office
Dawson: I mean, golf? Really? And then for him to have the nerve to be annoyed with me, to tell me I didn't tell him that I cancelled Bonnie?
Severide: Dawson, no offense. Maybe you should be talking to Casey.
Dawson: What am I supposed to say? "I'd rather you not prioritize a golf game over our kid?" I mean, I kind of thought that was implied.
Severide: Okay, take a breath. Hang on… Now, do you really think that Casey cares more about golf than Louie?
Dawson: No. But I did tell him.
Severide: He forgot. You both have a lot going on.
Dawson: This is the first time that Louie saw us fight.
Severide: If that's a fight, he'll be fine.
Radio: Ambulance 61.
Dawson: Thank you.
Radio: Elderly person injured from fall, 2012 Princeton Ave, Apartment 6.
Margot’s house
Dinah: I heard a thump and I knocked and I got no answer, so I used my key. Is she okay?
Margot: I'm fine. Just a little bump.
Brett: You're gonna have to get some stitches.
Margot: Call Courtney.
Dinah: I already did.
Margot: Just pop a bandage on it.
Dawson: You already fell once, and now you got a head injury. We gotta take you to a trauma center. It's protocol.
Margot: I want to go to North-side, not Chicago Med.
Brett: Rules are we have to take you to the nearest hospital.
Margot: I don't want to go to a strange doctor who doesn't know my history. They know me at North-side. They have... All my... My... My... Records.
Brett: Let's just see if we...
Dawson: She's out. Brett holds the head… Margot? Margot? Margot, see if you can follow my finger with your eyes.
Brett: Try not to talk, sweetie, just look at Gabby's finger.
Dawson: Great. See if you can squeeze both my hands, honey… We gotta move.
Courtney Jackson: What's wrong? What happened?
Dawson: She had a stroke is what happened.
Courtney Jackson: She's had a T.I.A. before. Her neurologist is at North-side.
Dawson: North-side is ten minutes farther away.
Courtney Jackson: She has a request on file. It's my responsibility to speak for her.
Dawson: You can speak for her at Med.
Courtney Jackson: For you. My department chief with a direct order to transport Margot to North-side.
Dawson: Oh. Great. Let me talk to him… We're going to Med.
Factory : breaking room
Laurel: What are you doing?
Casey: This pipe goes clear through to the next room… If I get a little leverage...
Laurel: Mr. Casey?
Casey: Give me a hand… Just hold that. That’s it… You all right, Ken?
Ken: I'm just... A little winded.
Laurel: Dad?
Casey: Why don't you lie down, rest for a minute?
Ken: All right.
Laurel: Dad? Are you okay? Dad?
Casey: Laurel. Give me your shirt.
Laurel: Okay. Here.
Casey: Good.
Laurel: It's okay. Okay, give me your hand.
Casey: It'll make you feel better, Ken.
Laurel: What?
Casey: Come on… Okay. I want you to tie this around your dad's face and mouth, like a mask.
Laurel: Okay.
Casey: Here.
Laurel: Okay.
Ken: Oh.
Firehouse : kitchen
Cruz: Lunch already?
Otis: Yeah, lasagna or Chicken à la King. Frankly, I'm thinking about doubling up, because that beef jerky mac just did not stick to the ribs.
Cruz: Funny you should say that. I've been reading up on alternate protein sources, and... Otis: Cricket protein powder.
Cruz: It makes any food more filling, and I guess you can raise crickets in zero gravity, so endless food supply.
Otis: Interesting, and... Disgusting.
Cruz: Nah, man, look. "Virtually tasteless in a smoothie or shake."
Otis: Huh.
Cruz: You should give it a try.
Otis: Okay. Thanks.
Cruz: No problem.
Boden’s office
Dawson: You're telling me that getting treatment started ten minutes earlier didn't make a difference? 'Cause I heard she already started recovering movement.
Hatcher: No. What I'm telling you is that I find it hard to believe that there's no way to achieve that result without destroying a city employee's property.
Dawson: I didn't destroy her property. I dropped it. It slipped.
Hatcher: My life was so much easier when you were a firefighter, and here you are, back on ambo, raising my blood pressure one shift at a time.
Dawson: If doing right by my patient...
Hatcher: I'm not disputing your medical judgment. I'm just saying there's better ways to go do things.
Dawson: Well, maybe I just don't have your gift of diplomacy.
Boden: Gabby. Brett, what's your take on the situation?
Brett: I stand by my partner.
Hatcher: This is par for the course with Dawson, but I expected better of you, Brett. I'm sorry to hear my confidence has been misplaced… You can both go.
Hallway
Dawson: Welcome to the troublemaker list, girl.
Brett: Don't ever put me in that position again.
Dawson: Oh, come on, Hatcher's just a blowhard who's pissed he's gotta do more paperwork.
Brett: Well, I'm not like you, Gabby. I like following the rules. I like being liked by my boss. Showdowns with Hatcher aren't exactly fun for me.
Dawson: You're right. I'm sorry. It's just... That guy just really pushes my buttons. But, you got to admit, it was kind of fun watching him get all red… Uh, Louie's daycare.
Brett: Go for it.
Dawson: Hello? No, uh, no, it should've been Matt Casey… You couldn't? Okay, I'm sorry. I'll call his sitter. She'll be right there… Bonnie, hey. I'm gonna need you to pick up Louie after all.
Factory : breaking room
Laurel: Mr. Casey? The acid's hitting the shavings. It's hissing… Dad? Daddy? Daddy!
Casey: Laurel, I need you to see if you can fit through that hole.
Laurel: But... Is that the explosion?
Casey: No, that would be louder, but I need you to tell me what's happening in there.
Laurel: Okay, okay… The box on the wall is shooting sparks everywhere!
Casey: Laurel, listen, the acid's hitting the conduit on the warehouse floor. I need you to go through that hole, go out the door, and call 911.
Laurel: What? What about my dad?
Casey: I need to stay here to help him. It has to be you.
Laurel: No, no, no, no. No, I can't do that, I can't leave him, not after my mom...
Casey: Laurel. I'm sorry about your mom. It's not fair you have to worry about your dad, too. Nobody else is dying today… Not if you do what I'm asking you.
Laurel: Okay.
Casey: Here, use this. Cover your head with it, it'll shield you from the sparks. Okay.
Laurel: After your dad died, did your mom still make you act like a family?
Casey: Not exactly.
Laurel: Dad made us have these family dinners. God, I hated them.
Casey: Laurel, we're out of time.
Laurel: If he wakes up, can you tell him dinners weren't so bad?
Casey: I'll tell him… We're out of time! Go! Go! Now!
Laurel: Okay. Okay, okay. Okay.
Casey: How you doing, Laurel?
Laurel: I'm good! Okay.
Casey: Laurel !
Explosion
Firehouse : briefing room
Mouch: This isn't over. We just need to do a rewrite, send more queries.
Brett: Oh, and meet more scam artists?
Mouch: Maybe... We need more... Interpersonal conflict.
Brett: We're conflicting right now. You think it's sexy?
Mouch: I will quit right now if you can look me in the eye and tell me this hasn't been the most fun you've had all year.
Brett: Okay, what if the ambo partners are really different? One is a wholesome good girl, and the other's rebellious and feisty and...
Mouch: They make out?
Brett: They clash. But they ultimately realize that their differences make them great.
Mouch: And then they make out.
Dawson: Hey. You mind if we go for a ride?
Brett: Sure. Sure, what is it?
Dawson: Probably nothing. I just want to make sure that...
Radio: Truck 81, Ambulance 61, Squad 3. Industrial accident. Acid spill. 625...
Street
Dawson: Oh, God, that's Matt's truck.
Laurel: Please, hurry! You guys gotta help! My dad and Mr. Casey are still inside!
Boden: Okay. You tell me as much as you can.
Laurel: There was acid. We got stuck in the break room. Mr. Casey blew a hole in the wall to get out, but now that room has sparks and fire and...
Boden: Okay, okay. Battalion 25 to Main, requesting a power shutoff at my location. Herrmann, find a way to cut the power on site.
Herrmann: All right, hey, split up! Cover the sides! Find me those meters.
Severide: Everybody mask up. Tony, Capp, grab your chemical extinguishers. Cruz, couple sledgehammers.
Cruz: On it.
Brett: Come on, let's get you checked out. Gabby?
Factory
Severide: Casey!
Casey: Severide? I got fumes coming in from the spill area! One civilian. I had to improvise a cric!
Severide: All right.
Casey: You gotta make the hole big enough to get him out on a backboard!
Severide: Tony, Capp, take an extinguisher to that panel! Cruz, we'll use sledges on this hole!
Cruz: Copy that !
Severide: Otis, we could really use that power cutoff!
Street
Boden: Truck's on it.
Mouch: Pulling!
Kidd: Pulling! Pulling!
Factory : breaking room
Casey: Ken, I know it's hard, but it's better if you stay still, huh? She's okay. She got out… She wanted me to tell you, she didn't mind the dinners. After we get out of here, you should try doing those again, huh?
Street
Kidd: Pulling!
Otis: Power should be off!
Factory
Severide: Negative! It's still hot! We're getting pinned down in here!
Street
Otis: Yeah, we're gonna have to pull the main line feed out of the meter.
Boden: You all ready?
Otis: Yeah.
Boden: One, two, pull! How you doing in there?
Factory
Severide: Power's off. We're secure. Capp, grab a backboard!
Capp: Copy !
Cruz: Casey, you all right?
Street
Boden: Hazmat on site. Entering building now.
Laurel: Daddy!
Dawson: All the way up.
Cruz: Pick him up there. Pick him up.
Dawson: Good.
Casey: Got him?
Dawson: You okay?
Casey: I'm good.
Dawson: We should get you checked out.
Casey: I'm fine. I'm fine… Hey. You got a great kid, you know that?
Laurel: Thank you.
Casey: Phew.
Molly’s
Cruz: What's this?
Otis: Spicy Margarita. I'm trying to convince Herrmann to put it on the menu.
Cruz: It's great. What's in it?
Otis: Right?
Herrmann: No.
Otis: It's lime, tequila, jalapeño...
Cruz: Mmm.
Otis: Couple of secret ingredients.
Cruz: It's awesome.
Otis: Hey, so I have a little bit of news. I... Am... Leaving Chicago.
Cruz: What?
Otis: Yeah. I found a simulation Mission: Mars capsule in Australia, right? So I'm gonna go down there for six months, I'm gonna train. Sold all my stuff to some guy online, he agreed to buy it, 1,500 bucks. He's gonna come down with a truck, he's gonna pick it up tomorrow. You need a new couch, by the way.
Cruz: Okay, no, wait, this is nuts, man. You can't do this.
Otis: We're talking about my dreams here.
Cruz: Okay… Look, Otis, I hate to say this, man, but... I made it up.
Otis: What?
Cruz: The email, the shortlist, I made it all up. Look, I started reading up on this, and if you actually go, it's literally forever. And if anything goes wrong, you get, like, suffocated to death. Like, I thought you were gonna see how crazy this thing is, and then just get over it, not sell our couch... Which we both bought, by the way... And move to Australia! You knew… How long?
Otis: Since the cricket powder.
Cruz: Good one.
Otis: God, I'm so glad you like it, by the way.
Herrmann: Yeah.
Platt: Hey, hey. Where is she? The... That girl.
Herrmann: Uh, who?
Platt: Sylvie Brett… Huh… Do you mind explaining this text you sent to my husband? "The girls can make out if you want."
Mouch: Oh, dear Lord.
Platt: That's right, genius. You grabbed my phone and left yours at home.
Brett: Trudy, it is... It is not what you think.
Mouch: Uh... Uh, uh... We... We wrote a romance novel.
Brett: W-we were just trying to figure out how to spice it up to get publishers interested.
Platt: Randall?
Mouch: Hmm?
Platt: How many times have I told you about my college roommate Lola and her husband Anton's job... In publishing?
Mouch: A lot?
Platt: I can get you a read, like that.
Mouch: Well, that'd be great. Ah! Mmm. This one.
Platt: This one, he's an idiot.
Mouch: Such an idiot.
Chicago Med
Dawson: We're gonna screw up. You know, the both of us. I mean, this is all still really new.
Casey: I know. But I love you. And I'm not going anywhere.
Dawson: I love you too… You know, there are easier ways to get me to let you play golf.
Casey: Getting trapped by acid a little over the top, huh?
Dawson: Just a bit. Should we go in?
Casey: Nah. They have everything they need… Hey. You ready to go?
