Severide and Kidd’s loft
Kidd: Yo, Kelly! Train is leaving the station.
Hope: Hey.
Kidd: Hi, hey.
Hope: Do you guys, um, want some coffee? I could run out to...
Kidd: Oh, we get coffee at work.
Hope: Oh, right, sure.
Severide: I'm just gonna get myself to the house this morning.
Kidd: Okay, cool. Sounds good. Uh, I'll see you up there. And, uh... Hope, right?
Hope: Yeah.
Kidd: Great seeing you.
Outside the firehouse
Dawson: Whose buggy is that?
Herrmann: Ah, Boden's out first half of shift. We got some chief named Mullins.
Casey: You know him?
Herrmann: I heard he was a bear.
Briefing room
Mullins: Is that everyone? As I always tell the men serving under me...
Severide: Hey, uh, sorry, Chief.
Mullins: As I was saying, on my watch, if you're not 15 minutes early, you're 15 minutes late. The shift before you appreciates your punctuality, as I'm sure you do the shift that follows. That said, I'm only at 51 for half a shift, and I've got nothing but respect for Wallace Boden. So let's all power through the next few hours and get you back in his capable hands. Sound good.?
All: Yes, sir.
Mullins: Okay, good. Assignments. Let's empty out all the compartments on the rigs. We'll clean, check, and do maintenance on the equipment and you can scrub and wax the inside shelving. Once that's complete... Is there a problem?
Casey: No, Chief. It's just, Tuesdays we usually only do the side compartments. And like you said, it's only half a shift.
Mullins: What's your name, Lieutenant?
Casey: Matt Casey, Chief.
Mullins: The firefighting alderman.
Casey: Former alderman.
Mullins: Once that's complete, let's get the app floor swept and mopped... If you don't mind.
Casey: Consider it done, Chief.
Mullins: Dismissed.
Garage
Casey: Sorry, guys.
Kidd: It's fine. Half a shift. What's the worst that could happen?
Mouch: Question asked by nearly every Darwin Award winner.
Herrmann: Uh, hey, guys. I texted my buddy who served under Mullins over at 78.
Otis: Yeah? What'd he say?
Herrmann: "That man has killed more careers in the CFD than actual fire."
Casey: Well, let's knuckle down and not give him any reason to look our way.
Kidd: You got it, Lieutenant.
Radio: Ambulance 61, 4200 North Walcott Avenue. Bicycle accident.
North Walcott Avenue
Glenn: Oh, God. Oh, God. It's like she came out of nowhere. I didn't see her. I looked down for one second.
Brett: Hi, honey. What's your name?
Ella: Ella.
Brett: Ella? I'm Sylvie. This is Gabby. We're here to help. Can you tell me what hurts?
Ella: Just my wrist.
Glenn: Is she gonna be okay?
Brett: Ella, can you lie down for us? We're gonna slide this under you.
Glenn: She said it's her wrist.
Dawson: Sir, you need to let us work.
Brett: Here you go.
Ella: Is he okay?
Brett: Don't worry about him. Can you squeeze my hand?
Ella: I think there's something wrong with him.
Dawson: You gotta be kidding me. No pulse. This is 61 requesting a backup ambulance for a possible cardiac arrest.
Radio: Copy that, 61.
Dawson: He's in V-tach. We need to shock him.
Ella: Is he okay? What happened?
Brett: All right, let's concentrate on you, okay?
Ella: I'm okay. What happened?
Brett: Okay, Ella, listen to me. The best way that you can help him is to stay calm. That way Gabby can concentrate, okay?
Dawson: Shocking. He's back. Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey.
Glenn: I gotta get out of here. I gotta get somewhere.
Dawson: Sir, you lost consciousness. We need to get you to a hospital. Dispatch, where's that second ambo?
Glenn: I had a heart attack?
Dawson: Just lie back down for me, okay?
Brett: Hey, eyes on me, okay? Where are your parents?
Ella: Work. I know my mom's number.
Radio: Had a mix up, 61. Ten minutes. I'll start you in a company.
Ella: What's wrong?
Brett: Okay, Ella, we're gonna take you both in the same ambulance, okay? We're gonna call your mom on the way.
Ella: Okay.
Brett: Okay.
Dawson: We gotta take them to Med, and we can't leave her alone. It's our only choice. Dispatch, we're gonna transport two patients to Chicago Med… One, two, three.
Outside the firehouse
Otis: What are you whistling sunshine about up there?
Mouch: Ah, nothing. Toss me that rag.
Herrmann: All right, spill it.
Mouch: What, I can't find cleaning therapeutic?
Kidd: No.
Mouch: All right… I flew Leon in for Cruz's birthday.
Otis: What?
Kidd: Who is Leon?
Herrmann: Cruz's kid brother.
Otis: Cruz's kid brother who lives in Florida now because it's not safe for him to be here.
Mouch: That's all blown over. Trudy checked with the gang unit. The street corners have changed over three times. Nobody even knows who Leon is anymore.
Otis: You sure about that?
Mouch: Do you doubt my wife? That's what I thought.
Otis: Cruz would love to see him.
Mouch: All we gotta do is get the birthday boy to Molly's after shift, and in the meantime, shh.
Otis: This is gonna be great.
Garage
Kidd: So.
Severide: So.
Kidd: Brett's friend?
Severide: Yep.
Kidd: Mmm.
Severide: What?
Kidd: She's only here for, like, another week.
Severide: Uh, tomorrow, actually.
Kidd: Wow.
Severide: All the information was on the table.
Kidd: Pfft.
Hallway
Casey: Hey, how was it?
Dawson: It was a weird one.
Casey: Yeah?
Dawson: Yeah. We had this, um...
Mullins: 61.
Dawson: Yes, Chief. Brett and Dawson, sir.
Mullins: Oh, I know your names. You've just been reported to me.
Brett: Reported?
Mullins: You took two patients at once.
Brett: Chief, it was an extraordinary situation.
Mullins: Which is not to be done. Under any circumstances without expressed consent from Chief Hatcher in a triage event situation.
Dawson: The second ambo was nowhere to be found, and we had a crucial cardiac patient.
Mullins: You put an injured girl in an ambulance with the man who hit her with his car. That's a lawsuit waiting to happen.
Casey: Sounds like they made a judgment call in a challenging circumstance, Chief.
Mullins: I'm taking you out of service.
Dawson: What?
Mullins: So you can fill out a detailed incident report. If you wanna defend your actions, and if you want me as acting battalion chief to defend your actions, you need to do it with every "I" dotted and every "T" crossed. You can return to service when I'm satisfied with that paperwork, which I want on my desk before I leave.
Casey: Chief, all due respect...
Mullins: Due respect would be letting me handle this. Unless there's something other than Lieutenant in front of your name.
Desk
Severide: Wow. Mullins just asked us to wash the rigs. He didn't ask us to itemize the work.
Casey: Maybe I should talk to him. Smooth things over.
Severide: Or just keep your head down and stay out of his way. Works every time.
Casey: Sure. Every time.
Briefing room
Casey: How's it going?
Dawson: I already missed two calls because of this busywork.
Brett: Aww, we're almost done.
Casey: I really stepped in it with this guy.
Dawson: Oh, don't beat yourself up.
Brett: Yeah, seemed unavoidable.
Casey: Well, I still feel responsible.
Dawson: Nonsense.
Casey: Is that how you're gonna turn it in? A little hard to read. Like, I think you rushed through it. I just think, with a stickler like Chief Mullins, you probably want to put your best foot forward and... You know what? I'm just gonna...
Garage
Paul Pogue: Hey, hey, hey.
Capp: Paul Pogue! What's up, man?
Paul Pogue: Can't complain. We borrowed your strong arm for that South Loop call. Where do you want it?
Tony: Right there is fine.
Paul Pogue: Hey, Cruz. I gotta tell you, man. Leon looks great. I didn't know he was back in Chicago.
Cruz: He's not.
Paul Pogue: Really? I could've sworn I saw him at Wiener Circle this morning with a lady cop.
Cruz: Hey, that must have been somebody else.
Paul Pogue: You sure?
Cruz: I think I would know if my brother were in town for the first time in three years.
Paul Pogue: Must've been his long lost twin, I guess. See you, guys.
Cruz: Later… Hey, Leon. Give me a call when you get this.
Herrmann: You're blown, man. It's time to come clean.
Mouch: We can still save this. Number one, I will contact Leon and tell him to throw Cruz off the scent.
Otis: That's good.
Herrmann: Good? It's a disaster.
Kidd: Yeah, what's number two?
Mouch: I haven't gotten that far yet.
Casey’s office
Casey: Yeah?
Severide: I just got an interesting phone call.
Casey: Oh, yeah?
Severide: Yeah. You remember Captain Patterson?
Casey: Of course.
Severide: He's been spending a lot of time down at headquarters. And he says that Mullins is on the short list to be the next Commissioner.
Casey: This is a joke.
Severide: Happening next summer. According to Patterson.
Casey: Oy.
Severide: Yeah. So, remember what I said about not saying something?Maybe you should say something.
Dawson: You wanna check my penmanship? Be my guest… Fix this so I can get back to doing my job.
Connie’s desk
Casey: How's it going?
Connie: Got me reorganizing the red files. Short staffed already.
Casey: He available?
Connie: Be my guest.
Boden’s office
Casey: Chief.
Mullins: Lieutenant.
Casey: Paramedics finished the IR-3s and the IR-7s. Double-checked them myself… Listen, uh... I just want to apologize for stepping on your toes. It won't happen again. I got off on the wrong foot with you, and that's on me. So, I'm sorry. Sincerely… I want you to know, these are good people at 51. To a man. And they all take the job seriously. They're all smoke eaters. Even our paramedics.
Mullins: You know what I saw this morning when I parked on your apron, Lieutenant? Two cigar butts, half chewed, just lying on the pavement outside the northeast door, tossed there without a care in the world. And I said to myself, what kind of pride does this house have? Who would disrespect their home like that? Well, I guess I found out.
Casey: That's your response to my apology?
Radio: Truck 81, Ambulance 61, 515 North Monroe Street, possible jumper.
Casey: When is Boden back?
Mullins: In a couple of hours.
Casey: Hallelujah.
North Monroe Street
Officer: Negotiator's up there with him, but it's gotten quiet.
Casey: Herrmann, grab a rope bag and come to the roof with me.
Herrmann: Yeah.
Casey: Kidd, pike poles, then you, Mouch, and Otis get access to the top floor apartments.
Kidd: Okay.
Casey: Let's go.
Herrmann: What you thinking, Lieutenant?
Casey: Saving Joe Citizen, whether he wants it or not.
Roof
Dan Harris: This is the best idea I've had in a long time.
Calhoun: No, Dan. Trust me, it's not. I like you alive. Why don't you come back from the edge, there? It'd make me feel a lot better, and then we could have a face-to face conversation.
Dan Harris: No.
Calhoun: Okay. Just one foot back. Can you do that for me? Just the length of your foot, just back a little bit?
Dan Harris: Who's he?
Casey: Hi, I'm Matt. I'm a firefighter.
Dan Harris: Get back. Don't come any closer.
Calhoun: I'll talk to him, Dan. Don't worry. Matt and I are gonna talk right over here, okay? I got a bad feeling. He is way too calm. He said he's made up his mind.
Casey: He been repeating it?
Calhoun: Twice.
Casey: Damn.
Calhoun: Yeah. You wanna try snatch and pull?
Casey: He'd jump before I got to him… What's your comfort level with something risky?
Calhoun: This guy's going. Whatever you wanna try, I'm good with that.
Dan Harris: I know you're talking about me. I know what you're saying. Same as everyone. Look at the loser.
Casey: Just keep his focus.
Calhoun: Come on now, Dan. Nobody's talking about you. We're not talking about you. We are not talking about you.
Dan Harris: Yes you are, just like Rachel.
Calhoun: Who's Rachel, Dan?
Dan Harris: Nobody.
Calhoun: Hey, hey, hey, look at me. Focus on me, Dan. Is Rachel your girlfriend? Your wife?
Dan Harris: Sister.
Calhoun: Okay, okay, see? See, there you go. I guarantee you Rachel would want you to live through today, Dan.
Dan Harris: What are you doing? What are you doing?
Casey: There's a crowd down there. We have to make sure they stay back.
Dan Harris: You want them to get back so I don't fall on them?
Casey: I just want everyone safe.
Street
Mullins: You know what he's doing?
Dawson: Whatever he has to.
Roof
Calhoun: Talk to me about Rachel, Dan. Is there a number I could reach her at? Let her know that you're up here?
Dan Harris: She can read about it on the Internet. I've already made up my mind.
Calhoun: Okay, just back a foot, Dan. Can you do that for me? Just back the length of your foot. Just a little bit. Come on, Dan. Let's get Rachel on the phone and see what she says. Ah, it'll just take a minute. What's her number? Dan, what's her number?
Herrmann: Lieutenant!
Casey: Now!
Dan Harris: No, no, no!
Casey: Call the medics to the roof.
Calhoun: We're clear for medical support.
Dan Harris: You've ruined everything. I made up my mind. I made up my mind.
Street
Calhoun: Nice work, Matt. That was a hell of a thing.
Casey: Nice work, yourself.
Dawson: We got him sedated.
Brett: His blood pressure's high, and his back is bruised, but he's gonna be fine.
Calhoun: I'll track down his sister. Where you taking him?
Dawson: Med.
Calhoun: Okay.
Mullins: Hallelujah.
Casey: Yeah, I guess you couldn't see it from down here, but that guy was gonna go. No question about it. He was calm. He was using trigger words, so I made a call. Now, if it's liability you're worried about, put it on me. I'll take the heat… Let's go.
Garage
Capp: We need some new games.
Tony: What's wrong with dominos?
Capp: It's too much math.
Severide: Welcome back, Chief.
Hallway
Kidd: Hey there.
Hope: Hi, Stella.
Kidd: You looking for Kelly? 'Cause he's...
Hope: Oh, oh, no. I, um... I'm actually here to, um... See Sylvie. There she is.
Kidd: Yep. There she is.
Hope: Am I crazy, or is there a weird vibe here today? 'Cause everyone seems way tense out on the floor.
Brett: It's been a crazy shift. What's up?
Hope: I've had the best time being here in Chicago.
Brett: I'm so glad you came.
Hope: You are?
Brett: Of course.
Hope: 'cause I would never want to put you out or... Or get in your way.
Brett: You're not putting me out. I've loved having you here.
Hope: Thanks. Oh, my mom sent me a box of those cookies that you've always loved. The pecan ones.
Brett: That's so sweet. Please thank her for me. I'm gonna see you again before you leave for Fowlerton, right?
Hope: Definitely.
Brett: Good.
Kitchen
Dawson: Maybe it's not that bad.
Mouch: Herrmann said Mullins is pals with half of Headquarters… I'm sure it'll be fine. I'm just saying, his is not a good naughty list to be on.
Casey: Guy wants to ding me, let him ding me. He's got a stick up his ass the size of the Sears Tower.
Cruz: Mullins? He's gone. I just saw Boden pull up.
Brett: Oh, thank God for small favours.
Hallway
Herrmann: Don't shoot the messenger.
Mouch: Why is there said messenger to shoot, huh? What is he doing here?
Herrmann: How should I know? I'm not part of this cockamamie plan.
Dormitory
Mouch: What are you doing here?
Leon: Joe keeps leaving me messages, man. It's getting weird. I just wanna tell him. Hey.
Kidd: Sup?
Leon: What's up with you?
Mouch: Leon. Focus. We cannot tell your brother. We've come this far.
Leon: Well, it's gotten stupid.
Herrmann: He's right, Mouch. When he's right, he's right.
Mouch: It's a surprise party.
Leon: So we do the surprise now.
Kidd: Yeah, Mouch, before it gets out of hand.
Mouch: O... Okay. All right. Imagine, if you will, Cruz walking into Molly's after shift. Suddenly, all of his dearest friends shout, "Happy Birthday." Oh, he's overjoyed. Could it get any better? Yes, it could, because out of the back comes the most important person to him in the world. Leon.
Leon: Yeah, that does sound dope.
Mouch: I know, it does. I know it sounds dope. Hide him.
Cruz: What's going on?
Mouch: Nothing. What's going on with you?
Cruz: Not much.
Connie: Chief wants everyone in the bullpen. Five minutes.
Mouch: Uh, you mean right now?
Connie: What?
Mouch: I mean, he probably wants us there now?
Cruz: Hey, I'm just gonna...
Mouch: Why don't you just go...
Cruz: I just wanna have my sandwich.
Herrmann: Come on, let's go.
Kidd: Check it out.
Bullpen
Boden: So, I'm sorry I was gone this morning. I had a seminar to teach at the academy, and, uh, feeling pretty good about it, if I'm being honest. Shaping young minds. So, since, uh, I missed the morning briefing, I wanted to get back to normal business as soon as possible. So, as you all may have noticed, the bullpen has been a bit short-staffed since Mrs. Donovan retired. So, um, fortunately that has all been addressed. We have a new member of our support team, and I believe some of you already know her. Can you come out here, please? Finish that paperwork later. So please welcome to the Firehouse 51 family Hope Jacquinot.
Hallway
Hope: Hey.
Brett: Hope, what's going on?
Hope: I'm sure you're a little freaked I didn't tell you I was applying for the job, but the thing is, I knew that if I did, you'd feel pressured to talk to Chief Boden for me, and I didn't want to do that to you. I figured that, I'll get this job on my own merits, or I don't deserve it.
Brett: I didn't even know that you were looking in Chicago.
Hope: I wasn't. These last three weeks, they've been amazing. I mean, I see you, and I'm just so impressed and blown away. Anyway, I was up here and I saw the job posting on the bulletin board, and I thought, "Why the hell not, Hope?" What's stopping you? Fowlerton?" Ugh.
Brett: I just... I wish you had told me.
Hope: Well, now I do, too. But I really thought that I was being a good friend by leaving you out of it… And I was hoping that you'd be happy if I got the job.
Brett: I am. I-I really am.
Hope: Oh, my God. Thank you. You're the best, Sylvie. I mean that.
Brett: Okay.
Bathroom
Severide: Don't.
Kidd: Well, it seems we've got a little breakdown at the air traffic control tower.
Severide: No, I mean it. I'm serious.
Kidd: A little crash on the runway action. Just planes knocking into each other. Ooh, it's rough. Wreckage everywhere. Everywhere!
Casey’s office
Casey: Life classes... Okay, bye.
Dawson: Hey, so, uh, what do you know about this Hope chick?
Casey: Seems, um, well, I don't know. I've spent all of five minutes with her. What's Brett saying?
Connie: She's... She's what?
Dawson: Supposed to be great. Oh, do you need to...
Connie: Yeah.
Dawson: Okay.
Connie: I need to get all of your current incident reports.
Casey: I don't turn those in until the 31st.
Connie: Chief Mullins' office requested them along with your personnel file.
Casey: What?
Connie: I just do what I'm told.
Hallway
Otis: Hey, what's up, buddy? You seem stressed.
Cruz: Do I? Twice now I've reached out to Leon, and it's gone straight to voicemail. He's declining my calls.
Otis: Why would he do that?
Cruz: I don't know, Otis. But something's not right. I know it.
Mouch: Well, he's probably just got bad reception. I read a study that a lot of carriers do that. Send a call to voicemail when the reception's bad.
Cruz: They did a study on that?
Mouch: Ah, well, yeah.
Otis: Yeah, yeah.
Mouch: Come on, he bought it.
Kitchen
Rachel Harris: Hello?
Casey: Hi, yes. Can, uh... Can I help you?
Rachel Harris: Uh, I was told the people who helped my brother work here.
Casey: Who?
Rachel Harris: Dan Harris. He was... He was on a roof today.
Casey: Rachel?
Rachel Harris: Yeah.
Casey: Yeah, he, uh... He talked about you.
Rachel Harris: He did?
Casey: Yeah. Come on in.
Herrmann: How is he?
Rachel Harris: Sedated. They did an MRI on his back.
Casey: He took a pretty hard hit.
Rachel Harris: I'm... I'm just so happy that he's alive.
Dawson: Um, have a seat.
Rachel Harris: It's not that we didn't know that he had problems. He… He saw a therapist before, but he stopped going. He stopped taking his medication. "Maybe he's better," I told myself. Magically better.
Casey: Well, best thing now is you can get him back into it.
Rachel Harris: This was found at the hospital. My baby brother was on a roof today with a will in his pocket… If it wasn't for you, I would be planning a funeral right now. But instead we're figuring out treatment… I wanted to take a moment and thank you. Thank you all. It's probably just another alarm bell to you, but to some of us, what you do for us is the whole world.
Casey: Yeah, we're grateful you're there for him. Keep him healthy.
Rachel Harris: I will.
Utility room
Otis: Okay, come on. Nope. You little bastard.
Cruz: I've been thinking.
Otis: Joe. Yeah?
Cruz: All this talk of Leon, maybe I should reach out to the Insane Kings. See if things have blown over.
Otis: Yeah, you know, Joe, they have, uh, they have the word "insane" right there in the title. So I... You know, I wouldn't...
Cruz: Come with me. Strength in numbers. I would feel so much better if I had backup.
Otis: Okay.
Cruz: Thanks, brother.
Storage room
Mouch: Oh, wow. Don't ever do that.
Otis: Abort, okay? Abort.
Mouch: We're on the two yard line.
Otis: He wants to go to gang corners, okay? And ask around about Leon.
Leon: Aww.
Otis: No, not "Aww." It's not a good idea.
Mouch: We'll get him to Molly's before he can travel to gang corners.
Otis: I got cold feet, Mouch. Scared, cold feet.
Mouch: Keep it together.
Leon: Be strong, man.
Hallway
Connie: Lieutenant Casey.
Casey: Yeah?
Connie: Chief Boden would like to see you. You, too, Dawson.
Boden’s office
Boden: Lieutenant.
Casey: Chief.
Boden: Anything you wanna tell me about a jumper call while I was out?
Casey: Chief, it was a complicated situation. But I stand by my decision and my team.
Mullins: Lieutenant, I came to 51 knowing this house has a reputation for doing things its own way. And I know Chief Boden has a sharp eye for leadership, but let me tell you something, Lieutenant. That rope rescue was like nothing I've ever seen. No other firefighter I know would have risked it. But if any other truck had responded to that call, that young man would be dead right now. You put the victim first. Even after you knew I was on scene. And you knew you were already on my hit list. You put his life ahead of your career.
Casey: All of Truck 81 did.
Mullins: Spoken like a true leader… Which is why I've recommended you for a meritorious promotion.
Casey: I don't know what to say.
Boden: You don't have to say anything. You earned this, Matt. Not just on this call, but every shift and every bell. Look, it's not gonna be official until the ceremony, but let me be the first to tell you. Congratulations, Captain Casey.
Casey: Thanks, Chief. I'll do my best to make you proud.
Boden: I know you will. Go get them… Chief, thank you.
Briefing room
Connie: All right, so look for anything that's obviously out of date. Use your discretion.
Hope: Okay, I can do that.
Connie: I mean, if Capp hasn't sold this ab lounger by now... Technically, it's not part of the job description, but the Chief does not like clutter.
Hope: Got it. Any other tips I should know? Things to look out for? Chief Boden?
Connie: Don't turn this Firehouse into "Melrose Place." You'll do just fine.
Hallway
Hope: Hey. You got a minute?
Severide: Sure.
Hope: Just so you know, I think it's better if we leave what happened as what happened.
Severide: Oh, okay, yeah.
Hope: I mean, you're great. And I had a really good time last night. But now that I'm working here, I just don't want it to be a thing. You know?
Severide: Yeah, no. That makes total sense.
Hope: I just want to make a good impression, and I get a feeling that Connie has eyes on everything.
Severide: Yeah, I'm sure she does.
Hope: So, we're cool?
Severide: Uh, yeah. Absolutely.
Hope: Great.
Locker room
Cruz: Okay, Otis. Let's beat the bushes.
Otis: Oh, yeah. Um... I actually have to cover Molly's tonight. But... But, uh, we can go after shift. At, like, two in the morning, when all the finest gang members are out there.
Cruz: That's a good point.
Mouch: Hey, Joe, you know what you need? A good old-fashioned night of sucking the apple from the barrel.
Cruz: What?
Herrmann: That is not a thing.
Mouch: Sure it is. It means tying one on. At Molly's, tonight.
Herrmann: That is a thing.
Mouch: Otis has to work anyway, and our Lieutenant got promoted. That, my friends, is a cause for celebration. And Herrmann and Otis have generously offered a buy one get one free.
Otis: Oh.
Herrmann: Eh, wrong, no. Buy one, get one. No free.
Mouch: Still.
Cruz: Okay, okay. But after shift, we go gang hunting.
Otis: After shift, absolutely.
Molly’s
Dawson: I wasn't even worried.
Casey: Really? 'Cause I thought I was gonna be working airport duty for the next ten years.
Severide: I'd do something like that, I'd end up in jail. With you, it's "meritorious."
Casey: Hey, hey, why don't you meritoriously go and get us some more beers?
Severide: Aye aye, Captain.
Counter
Severide: Three?
Kidd: Ah… Did you need one more? For, uh, Hope over there?
Severide: Nah, we're cool. We talked.
Kidd: Mmm-hmm.
Severide: She didn't wantto make it a thing.
Kidd: Oh, when they say they don't wanna make it a thing, it's already a thing.
Severide: You're paranoid.
Kidd: I'm para-right. You'll see. Oh, hey! I just got the signal from Mouch. Incoming. Incoming.
Herrmann: Let's go. Guys!
Kidd: Let's go. I'm going.
Street
Cruz: You know what, you guys, I can't do this. I'm just gonna go home.
Otis: What?
Mouch: No. Celebrating, remember?
Cruz: I'm just not in the mood for people.
Otis: You know what's good when you're not in the mood? Beer.
Cruz: I have beer at home.
Mouch: One drink. You wanna support Casey, don't you?
Cruz: I'm gonna see Casey every shift for the rest of my life. I can support him later.
Otis: Come on, Joe. What kind of an attitude is that?
Cruz: Exactly. I'm just gonna bring everybody down.
Otis: You know, you know, now that I think about it, we should do that buy one get one free.
Mouch: Oh.
Cruz: Fine. One drink.
Mouch: Attaboy.
Molly’s
Cruz: Just one, though.
Mouch: I swear. I promise. I know.
Cruz: I don't wanna be here all night.
Kidd: Happy birthday, bro!
Mouch: Surprise!
Herrmann: Happy birthday!
Mouch: You were surprised, right?
Cruz: Are you kidding me? I've been so spun out about this whole Leon thing I completely forgot it was my birthday. Thank you, guys.
Mouch: Don't thank us yet, because here's an even bigger surprise. Funny you should mention Leon, because here he is.
Cruz: What?
Mouch: I said, regarding Leon, here he is.
Cruz: Is this supposed to be some sort of joke?
Mouch: What? No. He's... He's here.
Cruz: Right.
Otis: No, no, he really is.
Kidd: No, Mouch brought him here.
Herrmann: Yeah, and Otis helped him.
Cruz: Okay, just stop, guys, all right? I don't know what game you're pulling.
Mouch: I swear, he was just here.
Cruz: Mouch, what did you do?
Mouch: I... I... I'll...
Cruz: Wait, I know what you did.
Mouch: You do?
Cruz: Mmm-hmm. Because Leon is right over there. Ha ha!
Mouch: I don't understand.
Cruz: You can't beat the Cruz brothers. It can't be done. Can't do it.
Mouch: How long have you known?
Leon: Since I was at the Firehouse. He told me he figured it out, and we were gonna spin it back on you.
Mouch: Oh, he did, huh?
Otis: Ah, and that whole thing about you wanting me to go with you and meet those gang members?
Cruz: That's what you get for helping Mouch.
Otis: Oh, thank God.
Cruz: Seriously, Mouch. This is amazing. I really appreciate it.
Mouch: Hey, the way you took care of me after my heart attack, I'll never forget that. Least I could do.
Cruz: Hey, everybody. Buy one get one free all night long.
Herrmann: Aw, come on! I saved you from a heart attack!
Cruz: Get over here. Get over here.
Mouch: Aww. Happy birthday, buddy.
Connie: Sylvie.
Brett: Hey, Connie… What?
Connie: I just got a call from Fowlerton.
Brett: Uh, what do you mean?
Connie: Did you know that your friend Hope stole 10 grand from her last boss?
