Severide’s apartment
Severide: Hey, come on. It's not what you think.
Jessica: The hell it isn't.
Severide: Listen, I was... I was... I was just looking...
Jessica: I thought you had a job.
Severide: I do, I told you. I'm a firefighter.
Jessica: That's really lame, using a noble profession like that to impress women.
Severide: Come on.
Jessica: Be glad I don't press charges.
Casey & Dawson’s apartment
Dawson: I heard my dad give this speech once to the entire church. It was on Mother's Day. And he talked about commitment and loyalty and his unbreakable love for her.
Casey: Gabby.
Dawson: I mean, if they couldn't make it, why would I think anyone can make it? What does marriage even mean anymore?
Casey: Gabby.
Dawson: What? Oh, hey. Hey. You ready for your cereal?
Casey: Be right there, buddy.
Louie: Okay, Matt.
Casey: Matt?
Dawson: I know, but what is he supposed to call you?
Casey: Gabby, whatever your parents did or didn't do... None of it affects us.
Dawson: Yeah.
Kitchen
Casey: All right. Cheerios for the 20th day in a row, huh? Huh? Good boy… Mister sippy… Yum. That's good.
Firehouse
Kidd: Hey, what you got there?
Herrmann: Molly's books. And I think I'm gonna need a new red pen.
Dawson: That bad, huh?
Otis: It's been a Día de los Muertos around there lately. I look up the other day and there's four people in the bar. And one of them was Mouch.
Mouch: I drink for two.
Kidd: You know, these things are cyclical.
Herrmann: Yeah? Well, let me know when the wheels are gonna turn again so I can tell my kids they can go to college.
Otis: Mind if I take a look at that?
Herrmann: Be my guest.
Radio: Ambulance 61, Squad 3, fire investigation. 5539 West Lakewood Avenue.
Intervention
Severide: What's going on?
Neighboor: I was walking by; I heard a boom like something exploded. Came from back there.
Severide: You smell that?
Cruz: There's nothing on the gas meter.
Severide: Let's get it turned off anyway. Mask up. Open up, Fire Department. Fire Department.
Sam: Whoa! Whoa, hey, man. How's it going?
Severide: You got something cooking in your apartment?
Sam: Uh, just a problem with, like, the fridge. But it's... it's not a f...
Kitchen
Severide: A problem, huh?
Sam: Uh, like I said, it's nothing. My fridge is on the Fritz.
Cruz: Gas is off, Lieutenant.
Severide: Using butane to extract hash oil indoors? You know how stupid that is?
Sam: Hey, man, I got a prescription.
Severide: It's all good. No, man, it's not all good. Butane evaporates, needs ventilation.
Sam: Hey, man, where are you going?
Severide: You toss it in a fridge, you got a box full of combustible fumes.
Sam: Well, I got blurry vision or something, man. My doctor said I got...
Severide: That doesn't give you a prescription to turn your freezer into a time bomb.
Capp: Severide!
Explosion
Severide: Get down! Hey. Hey, hey. Hey, you okay? A C-collar and a backboard down here now!
Street
Dawson: Let me take a quick look.
Severide: Moron was home cooking hash oil. Knocked him unconscious in the blast.
Dawson: You okay?
Severide: Yeah, I'm fine.
Brett: Pupils are responsive.
Dawson: All right, let's get him in the rig.
Marjorie Brookman: Oh, God. Oh, God! Sam! What happened?
Dawson: It's okay, ma'am. He just bumped his head.
Allen Brookman: What's that smell?
Dawson: He was cooking hash.
Marjorie Brookman: Hash browns?
Allen Brookman: No, honey, hash. Drugs.
Dawson: One of you guys want to ride along with us?
Allen Brookman: I'll go... So I can beat his ass when he comes to.
Ambulance
Dawson: You okay, sir?
Allen Brookman: Not at all.
Dawson: Well, your son's breathing is normal, his blood pressure is good, and other than a slight concussion, he's fine.
Allen Brookman: You never stop worrying… From when he fell off the slide in kindergarten to the time he drove a jet ski into a wooden dock his senior year... His mother and I have worried every time the phone rang.
Dawson: I'm a new mom myself.
Allen Brookman: Are you? Well, it's a roller coaster.
Firehouse
Otis: So, did you know that before Molly's was Molly's, it was called the Wolcott Street Pub?
Herrmann: So?
Otis: So, did you know that the Wolcott Street pub was incorporated on December 6th, 1916?
Herrmann: Mm, fascinating.
Otis: That means that Tuesday is the 100-year anniversary of when Molly's bar became a bar.
Cruz: You guys should throw a big blow-out party.
Otis: Yes! That's exactly what I'm talking about. Molly's needs jumper cables to the... Right now and this is exactly how we do it.
Kidd: A centennial celebration.
Herrmann: A what now?
Kidd: That is a damn good idea, Otis.
Otis: Thank you.
Dawson: What is?
Kidd: 100-year anniversary party for Molly's.
Herrmann: What will it cost?
Otis: Not as much as it would cost not to do it.
Dawson: Cool with me.
Mouch: "Sun-times" culture section loves this kind of thing.
Otis: Casey, you gotta have connections at the paper. Do you think you could, uh, help us out with publicity?
Casey: I can call.
Otis: Ow!
Toilet
Capp: You should get that looked at.
Severide: You should worry about yourself.
Casey’s office
Casey: Hey.
Severide: What am I doing?
Casey: What?
Severide: What's the purpose?
Casey: Okay, you're gonna have to help me out here.
Severide: This morning... The girl I had a very nice time with is in the bathroom, and I realize I can't remember her name. It is Jessica? Is it Jennifer? And so I slyly look in her purse, and see if I can find her driver's license.
Casey: She caught you.
Severide: She thought I was ripping her off.
Casey: No. Oh, so what was it? Jennifer? Jessica?
Severide: I don't know. I don't know. I'm serious, man. What am I doing?
Casey: Uh, everything that everyone else wishes they could do.
Severide: You know what I felt today as I got blasted in the head by a fireball? Nothing.
Casey: Let's get away. Boys fishing trip someplace warm. Beers, cigars, and a boat. Get the hell out of Chicago and recharge our batteries.
Severide: Yeah? Where you thinking?
Casey: I don't know. Tampa? Miami? Whatever.
Severide: Yeah, I could get behind this idea.
Casey: All righty then.
Dawson: Matt, you got a minute? Tina from DCFS is here.
Casey: Uh, yeah, yeah. Sure. Okay. This... Is happening.
Hallway:
Casey: Hi, Tina.
Tina Cantrell: Hi. Some of Louie's medical files came across my desk.
Casey: Is something wrong?
Tina Cantrell: No, not at all. But I saw in Louie's files that the court has granted permanency placement for him after 90 days.
Casey: Meaning?
Tina Cantrell: There's a fast track process if you want to adopt… The one disclaimer I'll throw at you is the court will view you, Gabby, as a single parent.
Dawson: Even... Even though we're living together?
Tina Cantrell: Yes. But here's the paperwork if you want to get started.
Dawson: Yeah, we do. Definitely.
Casey: Yeah.
Radio: Ambulance 61, man down from unknown causes.
Casey: We'll talk after.
Radio: 1600 Armitrage.
Dawson: Thank you.
Tina Cantrell: You're welcome. You take care.
Casey: Yeah, you too.
Street
Dawson: Everyone okay here?
Mother: Over there.
Park
Dawson: Sir, you all right? One, two, three.
Brett: Ahh! Oh, no, no, no!
Dawson: No crepitus. Brett, grab me a C-collar… Brett?
Brett: Okay, okay.
Dawson: Sir? Sir, can you hear me? Hey, chuckles, can you open your eyes? Talk to me.
Clown: My head.
Dawson: Yeah, your head. You got quite a gash there. What happened?
Clown: I have no idea.
Dawson: You okay?
Brett: It's a clown.
Dawson: It's an idiot with makeup on. Some Internet fad scaring people.
Brett: Well, it works. Ah!
Clown: I'm fine, I'm fine.
Dawson: Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey.
Clown: What happened?
Officer Tackett: What do we got?
Dawson: Clown down, head injury.
Officer Tackett: Clown down? That's a first.
Dawson: Well, I'm guessing it's got something to do with that… Pupils are responsive. What's your name?
Clown: Bo.
Dawson: Bo, what were you doing?
Clown: I saw it online. I thought it looked fun.
Street
Officer Tackett: What happened here?
Teacher 1: No idea.
Officer Tackett: He just hit himself in the head?
Teacher 2: Who knows what goes through the head of a guy like that?
Teacher 1: Besides a baseball bat.
Clown: I think I was ambushed.
Brett: Just don't talk.
Clown: Boo!
Brett: I'm driving.
Firehouse
Capp: Boom.
Severide: That's not a word.
Capp: Since when? If I had a nickel every time my mom said, "Harold, stop all the grab ass."
Tony: This conversation's making me uncomfortable.
Severide: Try again, buddy. Help you, Chief?
Boden: Show me your neck… Why didn't you get that treated?
Severide: Ambo was gone. I put some stuff on it from the first aid kit. It's fine. Who told you?
Boden: Get to Med, pronto. Capp, you're acting lieutenant.
Severide: Oh, okay, Lieutenant. How about you stop the grab ass? Wash the rig while I'm gone.
Capp: Will do. It's a word.
Otis: Hey, Brett, why don't sharks eat clowns? Because they taste funny.
Brett: Good one.
Mouch: He's just being a joker.
Brett: You know, clown phobias are a real thing.
Mouch: It's true. And remember, if you're ever attacked by a mob of clowns, always go for the jugular.
Herrmann: Easy, Brett. Ignore these bozos.
Otis: Oh!
Herrmann: Oh… Hey, Dawson, Casey's looking for you.
Kitchen
Kidd: Brett. Hey. Um, I just want to let you know I get the whole clown thing. My dad was a professional clown, and my brother could never handle it… Shoes were too big to fill… Come on, Brett. Give me...
Otis: Hey, hey, guys, check this out. "Mr. Zvonecek, thank you for your press release regarding the anniversary of Molly's bar. We're going to assign a reporter to cover the story."
Kidd: Oh!
Brett: Good for you, Otis. Oh, my god.
Herrmann: I can't believe that worked. What'd you tell them?
Otis: Well, I simply said that a Chicago institution of spirits and intoxicants was celebrating 100 years of cheerful pours and colourful conversation and I urged them to write about it.
Herrmann: What's the catch?
Otis: There's no catch, Hermy-Herm. It's free press.
Mouch: Any press is good press.
Herrmann: Tell that to Richard Nixon.
Kidd: We're going to need to up the budget on this shindig, Herrmann. Okay, we'll hand out pre-prohibition cocktails as an enticement.
Herrmann: Not a chance.
Kidd: Hear me out. We'll restock the bar with really rare Chartreuse. Then the interior.
Casey’s office
Dawson: Doesn't matter what it says on this form. As far as I'm concerned, we're Louie's parents as soon as the state grants custody.
Casey: Yeah. But... I don't... I don't want us to be mom and Matt to Louie. I want us to be mom and dad.
Dawson: I want that more than anything else in the world. So... How do we get that?
Casey: Well, there's a family court judge I know through the youth center committee, Judge Deaver. A straight shooter. I'll talk to him about applying for co-adoption. At least see what our options are.
Dawson: Okay. That's a good idea, baby. I mean, there's gotta be exemptions, right? We can't be the first couple who have done this.
Casey: No, no. There's an answer out there. We just have to find it.
Firehouse entrance
Casey: Hey! What do you want?
Boden: What the hell was that all about?
Casey: I don't know. Saw him outside of my house yesterday morning. Then here.
Boden: One of your constituents?
Casey: Your guess is as good as mine.
Chicago Med
Jeff Clarke: Yeah, well, sadly, it looks like you're gonna be fine.
Severide: When you were at the 51, you never say you wanted to be a doctor.
Jeff Clarke: I had three medical books above my bunk.
Severide: Yeah, sure, buddy. I did.
Jeff Clarke: Weird question. Are you in the bone marrow registry?
Severide: Uh, they did a sign-up in the academy, but I got dinged 'cause I had walking pneumonia.
Jeff Clarke: You made a full recovery?
Severide: Yeah.
Jeff Clarke: Well, you're good to go. Let me send a nurse in here to draw a blood sample real quick.
Severide: You know what? I'm about to head out for furlough. Maybe in a couple of months?
Jeff Clarke: Sure. That sounds good.
Severide: Okay. Thanks, Clarke. Or is it Doc now?
Jeff Clarke: Clarke's good.
Severide: Okay. Thanks. See you, bud.
Court
Casey: And marriage isn't really an option right now for a bunch of family reasons that would take too long to explain.
Judge Deaver: But you're living together?
Casey: Yes.
Judge Deaver: For how long?
Casey: Not that long.
Judge Deaver: From what I know about you, Matt, you seem like a good guy. But the court doesn't know either you or your girlfriend from a turnip.
Casey: Well...
Judge Deaver: What they do know is what they have on the papers in front of them. Two single parents who just started sharing the same roof. So co-adoption... It's a real long shot.
Molly’s
Cruz: Beer through a straw?
Capp: I feel a cold sore coming on.
Cruz: Okay. Hey, hey, incoming.
Mandy: Firefighters, huh?
Cruz: That's right.
Girl: You guys come here a lot?
Tony: Yeah, it's a firefighter bar.
Girl: It's dead.
Severide: Okay.
Girl: So, you're a firefighter too?
Severide: I am, yeah.
Girl: So, you want to get out of here with us? Find something more fun.
Severide: Maybe another time.
Capp: Really?
Girl: You sure? Last chance.
Severide: All good. Have a safe night.
Otis: It was a generous portion, but she finished it, no problem. I think my mom would like her.
Dee Phillips: I'm looking for a Brian.
Otis: Yeah, hi.
Dee Phillips: Dee Phillips. The "Sun-Times" culture section.
Otis: Oh, yeah, great. Welcome. What can we get you to drink? It's on the house, of course.
Dee Phillips: I can't. Thank you.
Herrmann: Eh, come on. I'll make you whatever your heart desires.
Dee Phillips: I don't drink. Baptist.
Herrmann: What? Oh, okay. Yeah, no problem. Uh, soda then?
Dee Phillips: Sodas are nothing but chemicals and sugar. Um, I'm nearly finished with my article, actually, but I wanted to get a quote from you, Brian.
Otis: Okay.
Dee Phillips: What do you think about the gun violence currently consuming Chicago?
Otis: The what now?
Dee Phillips: Do you condone it?
Otis: I think it's awful. Who would condone something like that?
Dee Phillips: Then why is your bar celebrating such a bloody history? One that includes Al Capone.
Herrmann: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Lady, what the hell is this? Hmm?
Dee Phillips: Okay, fine. No comment.
Herrmann: We're just trying to have a little party, and my business partner thought it would be a good idea.
Dee Phillips: Hmm. "A good idea." Thank you so much for your time. Look for my article tomorrow.
Kidd: Hey. What was that about?
Herrmann: Yeah, Otis, what was that about?
Otis: No.
Herrmann: What?
Otis: Wolcott Pub massacre.
Herrmann: How much money are we into on this party?
Otis: About 5 grand.
Herrmann: This place is cursed!
Casey & Dawson’s apartment
Casey: Hey.
Dawson: Hey.
Casey: Where's Louie?
Dawson: He's sleeping. How'd it go?
Brett: Uh, I can give you guys some alone time if you want.
Dawson: No, no, no, no way. Let's hear it.
Casey: Co-adoption ain't gonna happen.
Dawson: He said that?
Casey: He said the chances were slim. We could fight it, but the court isn't going to go for it. So you put your name down as the adopter. I'll be Louie's dad in every sense of the word, no matter what's on that form or whatever he calls me.
Dawson: You sure?
Casey: Yeah. The important thing is Louie's place here is permanent.
Brett: That's right.
Dawson: I will get started on the forms then.
Brett: And I will get another bottle open.
Casey: See? There's always an answer.
Louie’s bedroom
Casey: Hey, buddy. Can't sleep, huh? Want me to read that to you? Okay… Hey… You know how much I love you, right? You mean the world to me… And I think it's important for you to know that no matter what anybody ever says, or what anyone else might call me, I will always... Always be your dad. That word means everything.
Tina Cantrell’s office
Dawson: Tina.
Tina Cantrell: Good to see you guys.
Dawson: Here you go… Everything okay?
Tina Cantrell: I wish I could tell the court you were more stable as a couple.
Casey: We're as stable as anyone these days.
Tina Cantrell: I'm sure. Well, I'll do what I can. Talk to you soon.
Casey: Okay.
Firehouse
Kidd: Two hundred cases of...
Herrmann: "and what this anniversary party says about Chicago is perhaps the saddest epigram of all. The city of broad shoulders is starting to reek like a bloated corpse."
Mouch: That's some vivid imagery.
Kidd: Don't worry, no one knows what an epigram is.
Otis: Yeah, and who reads the culture section anyway?
Mouch: Uh, people trying to figure out what they want to do for the weekend.
Kidd: Yeah.
Herrmann: Cancel the party.
Otis: Oh, come on, man. This thing's tomorrow.
Herrmann: Close the bar. And save whatever money we haven't spent, and hope that your big idea blows over while we still got enough money to afford to keep the lights on.
Kidd: It was a stellar idea.
Severide’s office
Severide: They still let you in the front door around here?
Jeff Clarke: I had to sneak through the back.
Severide: You need to be careful. Herrmann might hand you a halligan if the bells go off.
Jeff Clarke: I'd love that, actually.
Severide: So, what's up? What can I do for you?
Jeff Clarke: So I brought up the bone marrow thing because we have a leukemia patient over at Med who's having trouble finding a genetic match. And I remember Benny saying something once about your family coming from the Telemark region of Norway.
Severide: Yeah.
Jeff Clarke: Yeah, it's the same with this girl. Look, I know it's a long shot, but...
Severide: Yeah, I sa... I said I would sign up when I get back, and I will.
Jeff Clarke: Gotcha. But the clock is ticking on her. Fast.
Severide: Clarke, I...
Jeff Clarke: Look, okay, do what you will with that information. But if you want to get your blood test, stop by and I'll rush it through. If not, I understand. No sweat. I'll let you get back to it.
Kitchen
Herrmann: They thought the "Titanic" was unsinkable. Boom! Iceberg. This is all hands on deck and here is how we're going to salvage this. When this shift is over in approximately 37 minutes, Otis, you're going back to Molly's and you're taking those signs down. Stella, you're going to try to sweet talk your way out of any of those deliveries, and me, I am going to stand watch and handle those protesters.
Otis: Protesters? There's not going to be any protesters.
Herrmann: You don't get to tell me what there's not going to be. We're in this mess because of you.
Kidd: Herrmann, people are going to see through that article.
Herrmann: Never underestimate the inability of the common man, Kidd.
Kidd: You don't even believe that.
Radio: Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambo 61, vehicle accident, 525 North Racine.
Herrmann: This better be a quick one or Molly's is through.
Intervention
Casey: Silver bullets. You guys okay?
Girl: Laurie's not breathing. Help us.
Casey: Pin in. Let's get these doors off.
Firefighter: Copy that.
Severide: Hey, Capp, jump up on the roof.
Mark: Help! I-I-I ca... I-I can't... I ca...
Severide: Hey, Capp, can you get up there and stabilize his head?
Capp: Okay.
Herrmann: You're all right, you're all right.
Dawson: Broken tibia. Grab the air brace.
Brett: On it.
Dawson: We're gonna take good care of you.
Severide: Hey, Tony, when you get the door off, remove the glass. All right, bud, I want you to stay as still as possible.
Mark: Ke...
Severide: Keep your head really... huh?
Mark: Keith.
Severide: Keith, is that your name?
Mark: No, no. Help Keith.
Severide: Hey, Tony, go check around back.
Tony: Got it… We got another victim.
Severide: You got him?
Capp: Yep.
Severide: All right. Hey, buddy, what I want you to do, take all the weight off your forearms. Okay.
Mark: How-how's Keith?
Severide: Don't worry about Keith. Just worry about you right now. You're doing great. Capp, you got him?
Capp: Got it. You okay?
Mark: Yeah.
Tony: Unconscious, but he's got a pulse.
Severide: Hey, Chief. We're going to need another hand over here.
Boden: Follow that man over there.
Mouch: Got it?
Kidd: Yeah.
Mouch: We good?
Kidd: Yeah.
Severide: Ready? Go… Ready? Go… Ready? Go.
Tony: That's it. He's free.
Dawson: All right, hon. This is gonna hurt… All right, now lift it.
Brett: Yeah. All right, that's it. Let's get her out of here.
Herrmann: Got it.
Mouch: Let's slide this underneath.
Kidd: All right. Got it.
Casey: Watch your head. All right, easy, easy.
Capp: We're through.
Severide: Clear. He's clear.
Mark: Is Keith okay?
Severide: We got him. He's probably more worried about you.
Mark: He's my brother. He's...
Severide: He's gonna be okay.
Mark: Thank you.
Casey: All right, let's get some of this glass and debris cleared from the street.
Herrmann: Cindy says we need to get to Molly's ASAP… Hey, guys, uh, do you mind if we go straight to Molly's from here? I can call Ferguson and Smitty and they can meet us there and then they can pick up the rigs.
Casey: Yeah.
Herrmann: All right. All right, everybody, let's go. Double time! Let's go.
Outside Molly’s
Herrmann: No protesters, huh? Yeah, we're cooked.
Otis: Yeah, well, I stand corrected, okay?
Cindy Herrmann: We got a thirsty crew here.
Party Guy: Open up this gin joint! Whoo!
Herrmann: What is this?
Otis: Molly's is on the tour now?
Cindy Herrmann: Looks like it.
Mouch: When life gives you icebergs, make Negronis.
Kidd: What do you think about the common man now, huh?
Herrmann: I never lost faith in my people.
Kidd: Uh-huh.
Herrmann: Hey, hey, come on. Step in, everybody! I will show you where Al Capone drank! Come on, get in there. Let's go.
Cruz: Off duty, rig's all yours. See you at 48.
Casey: Thanks, guys. Hi!
Lee Henry Herrmann: Hey, who's that?
Casey: Hey, you. Whoa! Hey there, big fella.
Louie: Daddy.
Casey: Did he just...
Dawson: Yeah, Daddy, he did.
Casey: Mwah.
Molly’s
Brett: Antonio.
Antonio Dawson: Hey. Something told me to take off work and be here today.
Brett: Thank you.
Herrmann: Okay, so, everybody, uh, listen. 100 of anything is impressive, but, uh, 100 years for a bar? That is downright magical. Back then, there was no television, radio, Internets, phones. There was just a neighbourhood of hard-working people who needed a place filled with family.
Mouch: As long as Capone wasn't around.
Herrmann: That's what this building is about. This place was built on Chicago soil. And the original soil was, eh, rough and bloody and full of grit. That's true… But Molly's... Molly's foundation is... Is built on love.
Kidd: Nice work.
Herrmann: Hey, I don't care if that's corny. It's built on love… And you can feel it every time you walk in here… So, uh, thank you everyone for coming here today… New friends, old. You know, it's... It's nice to look back, but us, we here at Molly's, we always look to the future… So here is to the next 100.
All: Hear, hear!
Antonio Dawson: Huh.
Court
Judge Deaver: Are you sure about this?
Dawson: Never been more sure of anything in my life.
Judge Deaver: Well, if that be the case, it would be my pleasure to make this official.
Casey: Phew, finally.
Judge Deaver: Do you have any witnesses?
Dawson: Oh, we just kinda went on a spur of the moment.
Brett: Hey. Did you think you could do this without your firehouse family? Nice try.
Antonio Dawson: Welcome to the family, warts and all.
Casey: Thanks, bud.
Antonio Dawson: You two are the one who can make this work. I have no doubt.
Judge Deaver: I guess you have your witnesses… Now... Let's get you two married.
Brett: Whoo.
Casey: I do.
Dawson: I do.
Judge Deaver: I now pronounce you husband and wife.
Herrmann: Okay, so can we take this back to Molly's? Let's go!
Severide: Congratulations.
Boden: I'll get the door.
Chicago Med
Jeff Clarke: Come on, I want to show you something… Uh, look, I know it was a lot, but the reason I put on the full court press... Is right in there… She needs you.
Severide: You play dirty, Clarke.
Jeff Clarke: I always have… Look, it's slim odds you're a match, but if you are, bone marrow donation hurts like hell… You're going to feel it for months.
Severide: Good.
Street
Casey: God, I hope I can find that ring I almost gave you.
Dawson: Well, we found each other. That's all that matters.
Casey: Here… Should I... Carry you over the threshold?
Dawson: Don't even think about it.
Casey: Hey! What's your problem, pal? Who the hell are you?
Andre Keyes: I'm Louie's father. And I want him back.
