Hospital
Otis: If it's bad news, don't stall, Dr. Mayberry. Just tell it to me like it is.
Dr. Mayberry: It's not. You are clear to return to active duty.
Otis: Yeah!
Firehouse: briefing room
Boden: Okay, so before we begin this morning's briefing and before we officially welcome Otis back to his spot on Truck 81...
Casey: Otis.
Herrmann: Whoo... Whoo!
Boden: I understand that Captain Casey would like to say a few words.
Casey: Yes, I would. I would, actually. A lot of thought and consideration go into honouring those in our firehouse who struggle to overcome impossible odds. To earn a place of respect on any wall here at 51, well... That is only reserved for the strongest among us... Which is why we would like to recognize Otis' cane. She bent, but she never broke. She fell, but she never stayed down. She had to endure palm sweat that no object on this planet should be subjected to. To Otis' cane.
Herrmann: Welcome back, buddy.
Otis: Thanks.
Mouch: Congratulations.
Otis: Thanks.
Hallway
Boden: Chief Grissom.
Chief Grissom: Wallace.
Boden: Nice surprise.
Chief Grissom: You might change your mind when you hear what I have to say.
Boden’s office
Chief Grissom: I came here a while ago, got your hopes up about a promotion. Chance to fill my shoes once I step aside.
Boden: But...
Chief Grissom: But I've decided not to step aside.
Boden: I see.
Chief Grissom: You remember that scaffolding incident Severide and I went up and pulled that kid to safety?
Boden: Yeah, good save.
Chief Grissom: That was the first time in a while that I got my hands dirty. Nice reminder of... Why I got into this life in the first place. I got blinded there for a bit by all the paperwork and policy meetings, but I realize now that I've still got more to give… And I want to give it. So, I'm putting my retirement on hold.
Boden: Hmm.
Chief Grissom: Anyway... I just wanted you to hear that from me.
Main: Squad 3, pin-in accident. 24 North Green Street.
Boden: I better go get my hands dirty myself.
Chief Grissom: Do your thing.
Boden: Yeah.
Street
Boden: Looks like a single vehicle accident, best I can tell.
Severide: Hey! Hey, sir! You okay? Capp, grab a ladder.
Capp: Copy.
Witness: I saw the whole thing from up there. He hit someone.
Boden: What?
Witness: He was going too fast, swerved into some woman walking in the street, but he hit her.
Boden: Come on. Come on, there.
Severide: Hey, Tony, give me a hand here.
Tony: Yeah.
Boden: Come on...
Cruz: Hey, hey, buddy. How you doing?
Driver: I didn't see her.
Cruz: It's okay, it's all right. Just don't move your neck. Capp, I need a c-collar.
Capp: Copy that!
Boden: Come on... Come on. Come on.
Severide: Ready? One, two.
Boden: Okay!
Severide: She's not breathing. I think her leg's snapped.
Boden: Let's get her to the sidewalk.
Severide: Tony! Grab any water you can from the rig.
Tony: Got it!
Boden: Okay.
Cruz: All right, coming in, buddy.
Boden: Come on. Come on now. Watch your arm.
Severide: Tony!
Boden: Breathe for me. Come on now. Come on. It's in her mouth. Can't get it in there. Come on, get in there... Come on! Come on, breathe for me. Breathe. Where's ambo?
Cruz: Stoltz!
Boden: Breathe for me, come on.
Paramedic: What do we got?
Severide: She got a face full of concrete. I think she's got a broken leg, too.
Boden: Get in here! Come on...
Severide: There we go, there we go.
Paramedic: Okay, okay, we got you.
Severide: What got into you?
Boden: Had a wake-up call this morning.
Firehouse: kitchen
Mouch: Hey, Otis, talked to Herrmann and we're going to handle the cooking till you get your legs back under you. I didn't... I didn't... I... I... I didn't...
Otis: It's cool.
Herrmann: All right, look, I got to say one thing, all right? The food bill has definitely gone down since we got rid of that Cordova giant.
Casey: We didn't get rid of anyone. We just kept Otis' seat warm.
Otis: Appreciate that, Captain.
Kidd: So, I would like to be up front and above board with everyone. I want to keep driving the truck.
Otis: Okay, I'll bite. What's the punch line?
Kidd: It's not a joke. Look, the great thing about 51 is we don't baby anybody around here. You're cleared for duty and that is great, but I stepped up when you were gone. I like driving and so I want to keep doing it.
Casey: Okay, listen... Stella makes a valid point.
Herrmann: Captain!
Casey: She does. Way I see it... When I played high school football, we had two very good quarterbacks, Scott Schultz and Todd Phillips. Coach used all his spring training to figure out who he wanted as a starter, Scott or Todd. We should set up some spring training to see who's best behind the wheel of 81.
Kidd: Works for me.
Otis: Yeah. Great.
Hallway
Dawson: Hey. I just got this message from Bria and she sounds really upset.
Casey: So call her.
Dawson: Well, she's not picking up.
Casey: Okay, let's not jump to the worst conclusion.
Dawson: Well, you know how my brain works.
Casey: I do, which is why mean to tell you to take a deep breath and wait until you actually make contact with her.
Dawson: Just everything she's been through...
Casey: Let's not forget she's a teenage girl.
Dawson: Exactly.
Casey: Come on.
Garage
Cruz: Whoa.
Tony: What's up?
Cruz: I just got a Facebook message from Delia Cantor.
Tony: And?
Cruz: When they write my life story, she is the chapter titled "The One Who Got Away."
Capp: I don't like biographies.
Cruz: We went out all of junior year, all of senior year. I thought we were going to get married someday. She got a track scholarship to Kansas; it just kind of... Trailed off after that. She went places and I stayed here.
Severide: How's she looking? Hey. She's married.
Cruz: Yeah. But it's still pretty cool that she reached out. I'd love to see her. Catch up. Ask her what she's been doing the last 20 years.
Bullpen
Connie: Chief. There was a box in there of some old photos. Think they may be yours?
Boden: Thank you, Connie.
Connie: It's a mess in there.
Boden: I appreciate you cleaning it up.
Garage
Dawson: Hey, Bria, it's Gabby. Can you call me back when you get this?
Brett: You want to run by her apartment?
Dawson: Should we?
Brett: Absolutely.
Dawson: Okay, yeah, I'll... I'll tell Matt.
Mr. Jamison: Hello?
Dawson: Mr. Jamison.
Mr. Jamison: Gabby.
Dawson: Bria just called me. She left a message.
Mr. Jamison: Yeah, um, about that... I need your help. She... She needs your help. I have no idea what to do.
Hallway
Casey: I heard Bria's dad is here.
Dawson: Well, it turns out Bria does need my help after all, just not the help we were worried about.
Casey: Meaning what?
Dawson: Meaning girl stuff. She called the right person, I'll tell you that.
Casey: Why do I get the feeling you just found a new mission?
Dawson: 'Cause I did.
Kitchen
Otis: Just wondering if anyone's inspected the inside rear tire since I've been gone. Pretty standard. Something every driver should know how to do in case, I don't know, a rock gets wedged in there or something. Pretty dangerous.
Kidd: You know, it's funny, when I stepped into driving duties at a moment's notice and was well prepared and totally ready, I noticed that many of the lug nuts on the left side of 81 were loose. And while that is certainly careless of the previous driver I didn't judge. I just went around and tightened everything up.
Herrmann: What are you two doing?
Otis: Just pointing out that service has been slipping a bit since I've been absent.
Kidd: And I am pointing out that improvement is measurable in nearly every respect.
Herrmann: This is stupid. Casey won't say it, I'll say it, all right? Otis is driving, end of story.
Mouch: Boom, drop the mic.
Kidd: No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Pick that mic back up, plug it back into the jack, because that is far from the end of this story.
Herrmann: Stella, I love you like a daughter, but if you want to drive... Find another house.
Kidd: Or, Herrmann... Stay with me on this... You can kiss my pretty little...
Otis: Hold on... Hold on! Before anyone says anything regrettable. Casey told us we're going to have a competition for it. Let's have a competition. Defeated a bullet. I can take on any comers. I mean, it's not like it's a mud-100 or anything.
Hallway
Severide: Hey, I talked to Charlie over at Lion's Total Care. He's coming Tuesday to pick up my turnout gear if you want in on that.
Boden: Yeah, I'll, uh, throw mine in the cage.
Severide: All right.
Boden: Can I help you, sir?
Mr. Pittman: I... I understand this station saved my daughter this morning.
Boden: The cement truck... How is she?
Mr. Pittman: Doing good, doing good. She has a leg fracture, but... I understand had you guys shown up even a minute later it would have been... More than that.
Severide: Yeah, no, we're... Glad she's okay.
Boden: It's always good to know when we make a difference.
Mr. Pittman: My mother told me when a stranger does a kindness for you, you look them in the eye and say thank you. So... So thank you.
Severide: Sure.
Boden: I'm glad to do it. Will you... Give our best to your daughter for us?
Mr. Pittman: Will do, um...
Boden: Wallace.
Mr. Pittman: Will do, Wallace. Thank you again.
Garage
Cruz: Boom shak-a-laka, she replied!
Capp: What'd she say?
Cruz: She wants to get together tomorrow. Dinner downtown.
Tony: What'd you say?
Cruz: What'd you think I said? I look forward to it.
Capp: Bad idea. Can't relive your past.
Cruz: Ah... Thanks to Facebook, you can.
Main: Ambulance 61, personal injury.
Street
Andy: I had him up in the chair and my foot hit the lever and...
Dawson: Then what?
Andy: The chair slipped! Come on!
Barber’s
Victim: No! Agh! Oh! And he cut off my damn ear!
Dawson: Let me see.
Victim: Ah, Ah!
Dawson: You Andy?
Andy: Yes, ma'am.
Dawson: You guys got any ice here?
Andy: In the back.
Dawson: Okay, grab a plastic bag, fill it up with ice, and bring it to me.
Andy: Okay.
Customer: You telling me you can take that man's ear and fix it back on his head.
Dawson: We are going to give it a fighting chance… Okay.
Brett: All right, can you walk?
Victim: What?
Brett: Can you walk?
Victim: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I can walk. He hasn't cut my legs off, at least not yet!
Barber: Yep. Who's next?
Outside the firehouse
Boden: Kelly, got a favour to ask. What you got going on this morning?
Severide: No plans.
Boden: Do you mind running an errand with me? Need your expertise.
Severide: Whatever you need.
Casey: I was talking to Scott from four doors down. You know him? Australian guy, Korean wife.
Dawson: Oh yeah, I like them.
Casey: He said to me, "You wanna come over on Saturday and watch the rugby? We're playing the All Blacks." I said sounded good but I'd check with you.
Dawson: Is that your Australian accent?
Casey: Yeah, not bad right?
Dawson: Don't do it again.
Casey: Anyway, might be fun. I think it's going to be a block party.
Dawson: No, baby, we can't. We've got that Bria thing. Remember I told you?
Casey: Oh, that Saturday? Right, Saturday. I absolutely was paying attention when you said that.
Dawson: Actually can we swing by Bria's apartment now? I think she's spinning out. I got to calm her down.
Casey: Yeah, sure.
Dawson: Good.
The Jamison’s apartment
Mr. Jamison: Hey?
Dawson: Where is she?
Mr. Jamison: In her room.
Bria’s bedroom
Bria Jamison: I look like that girl from the Adam's family.
Dawson: No, you don't. You look beautiful under there.
Bria Jamison: Prom's in four days.
Dawson: I know. Your Dad told me. Hey, it's going to be fine. I live for this stuff.
Bria Jamison: Really? 'Cause I look gross.
Dawson: Have I ever steered you wrong? Come on… First, we're going to wipe that off and look at the Bria underneath. Because that Bria... Is going to turn heads when she enters the dance. I promise you that.
Bria Jamison: All my friends at school, they have moms to help. With me, it's just Dad. He's even worse at this stuff than I...
Dawson: Well, now you have me.
Kitchen
Mr. Jamison: You know I thought about all the ways that I could provide for my daughter while I was in the clinic. I never thought about how to get ready for the prom.
Casey: Well, you called a superwoman. So when I tell you she's got this, she's got this. So, how's the rest of it going? Since, you know...
Mr. Jamison: Since I cleaned up? It's better. It's much, much better. I got my job back. Turns out this guy, Sam, that I'm on the line with, he got moved up to supervisor and he said the past is the past and he put me right to work. Now I'm just saving up to get out of this dump.
Casey: That's really good news.
Mr. Jamison: Yeah.
Bria’s bedroom
Dawson: So, who's the lucky guy?
Bria Jamison: His name is Donovan Mitchell. He's awesome.
Dawson: Well, if he asked you, I know he is.
Bria Jamison: He's like me. We don't have a lot. I mean, we're not taking a limo or doing a fancy dinner or anything. I just want to look nice when we get there.
Dawson: You're going to look like a knock-out. Okay, let's try out some looks. You can tell me what's best.
Bria Jamison: Okay.
Molly’s
Herrmann: Uh-huh, yeah, I know, they're both here. Yeah... Okay, will do. So, hey, that was Casey and he says that spring training starts now.
Otis: Explain.
Kidd: Mm-hmm.
Herrmann: Well, he says since Mouch and I are the main ones to benefit, or suffer, depending on which way this driver choice thing pans out, that we should, you know, have a big part in the evaluation.
Mouch: That's leadership right there.
Kidd: That sounds like BS.
Herrmann: Oh, yeah?
Kidd: Mm-hmm.
Herrmann: Do you want to call him? Call him. Be my guest.
Otis: Tell us the competition you have in mind, Herrmann.
Herrmann: There's two cabinets there full of glasses that need polishing. There's two more down there. First one done... Wins my endorsement.
Kidd: Now I know you're full of it.
Herrmann: Am I?
Kidd: What... Well, you didn't say go!
Mouch: Did you really talk to Casey?
Shipyard
Severide: What brought this on?
Boden: Been thinking about it a long time. Figured I'd reward myself if I ever made Deputy District Chief, but... That's not happening.
Severide: No?
Boden: No. Found out yesterday morning.
Severide: Well, don't overreact.
Boden: I'm not. Just got to thinking. I spent a lot of time waiting for good things and not enough time pursuing 'em. Mom and Daddy brought me up humble and proud. So... Awards, commendations, promotions, they weren't things that you seek out. I mean if they came along that's fine, but... They weren't pursued. It turns out... I kind of wanted that promotion. Yeah. Anyway, the reason we are here is I am not going another summer without a boat. Somewhere where I can tool around the lake, go fishing with you and Casey, or... Teach Terrance how to catch a large mouthed bass.
Severide: Okay, Chief, but as a guy that repairs these, let me warn you. Two things I managed to never buy... A horse or a boat.
Restaurant
Delia Cantor: Josef Ignacio Cruz… Look at you. Looking as fine as 1999.
Cruz: You have not changed... A bit, Delia.
Delia Cantor: Except I'm 36 and no longer sprinting 100 meters, but, you know.
Cruz: I bet you still could.
Delia Cantor: Oh, it's so good to see you.
Cruz: Yeah, you too. I couldn't believe it when you showed up in my inbox.
Delia Cantor: I'm just glad you answered.
Cruz: Ah... So... I noticed on your relationship status on Facebook that you're...
Delia Cantor: I say this right off the bat so you know I'm not playing with you, Jo. I am married.
Cruz: Yeah. That's... That's what I noticed.
Delia Cantor: But... The truth is... I've thought about you. And that time we spent together before I left to KU... Over and over again. I can't get it out of my head.
Cruz: I get it.
Delia Cantor: But I don't want to just think about our time together anymore, you know? Life's too short.
Firehouse: locker room
Herrmann: Yeah, I know what you mean.
Dawson: Hey, Herrmann. You used to run that limo business, right? Do you still have any connections?
Herrmann: In the limo world? No, I got out while the getting was bad. Why?
Dawson: Oh, Bria and her boyfriend are trying to go to prom I was seeing if I could get them a discounted ride.
Mouch: I walked to my prom. Told Sharlene to meet me there. Come to think of it, that didn't go over so well.
Herrmann: Hey, listen, you tell Bria that every single limo in the world has been puked in multiple times. And they even have a guy at the limo company whose job it is is to clean up the puke every weekend.
Dawson: You know what, you both have been a tremendous help. I'm just going to... Oh, Jesus.
Boden’s office
Boden: What's this?
Connie: Outside messenger service dropped it off. That's all it had on it.
Boden: Thanks, Connie… Connie! Get me the CFD Legal Department ASAP.
Severide: Chief. What the hell is this?
Boden: I don't know. But we are going to do everything exactly by the book. Connie! You are witness for both of us that we refuse this money and we are calling it in to headquarters.
Connie: Yes, Chief!
Severide: Who'd want to bribe us?
Boden: And for what? There's no letter, there's no signature. I have no idea what is going on here but I am not taking any chances.
Connie: Attorney for the CFD on line one, Chief.
Boden: Chief Wallace Boden, Firehouse 51… Yes, thank you. I have something... That I want to make sure I handle appropriately.
Bullpen
Boden: If we don't hear again from the CFD lawyer, I'm going straight from here to headquarters. I'm dropping this box off at her desk at the end of shift and then she can deal with it.
Severide: That's good by me.
Connie: Chief.
Boden: Is that her?
Connie: It's actually the Commissioner's Office.
Boden: Chief Wallace Boden. Yes, ma'am, I understand… Yeah, I'm looking at him right now… We'll be right over… We've been summoned.
Outside the garage
Otis: She decelerated a bit there. Uneven torque on the reverse turn. It affects overall fuel efficiency. It does.
Kidd: Well, pretty hard to improve on perfection, but good luck.
Casey: I want a turn out on the blue island up to the South Apron and back through the cones.
Herrmann: Hey, don't even think about that turtle enclosure that you backed right into and crushed. You got this, Otis.
Casey: Any time.
Herrmann: Lights and siren... Lights and siren.
Otis: Ooh!
Dormitory
Cruz: Hey, you got a second?
Brett: Course.
Cruz: Okay, so you know how everybody's got two angels on each shoulder, one good, one bad?
Brett: Well, actually it's an angel and a devil, but...
Cruz: Right... Okay... So you're the angel and Otis is the devil, which is why I'm coming to you. I need some good advice.
Brett: 'Kay. Lay it on me.
Cruz: Ha, uh, okay... So... There's this girl I went to high school with.
Brett: I'm well aware. Go ahead.
Cruz: So, she's married. But... But! It's one of those things where they're already talking about divorce and there are no kids involved and the whole thing is pretty much on its last legs.
Brett: Okay...
Cruz: So we met up for a meal. And at the end... I got the check and that was that.
Brett: Well, that's not where I thought this was going. Good, good for you, Jo.
Cruz: Right, except... She said she's getting a hotel room at the Sofitel and that we should meet there. Relive the old days… What do I do?
Brett: Seriously? You cannot go through with this. You're too good a guy. You have too good a heart. You are literally one of the all-time catches walking around Chicago, and this woman, whatever she's playing at, she does not deserve you.
Cruz: Umm... That was a strong opinion.
Brett: Yeah... It... Yeah. It is. It was.
Cruz: Okay... Uhm... That means a lot to me. I will take what you said and I will... I will think about it.
Brett: Hmm.
CFD
Chief Grissom: Wallace. Kelly.
Boden: Chief Grissom. What are you doing here?
Chief Grissom: You tell me. I got called down by the commissioner. Something involving 51.
Boden: Severide and I received unmarked envelopes full of cash, 30,000 each.
Chief Grissom: Why am I just hearing about this now?
Boden: We went straight to legal with it. Didn't intend to blindside you.
Chief Grissom: But you did. Whatever you're into, Wallace, you keep me out of it, you understand? I can't have any trouble. Not right now.
PA: The commissioner will see you now.
Commissioner’s office
Commissioner: Gentlemen.
Boden: Commissioner.
Commissioner: I believe we've had a bit of a misunderstanding.
Mr. Pittman: Mea culpa.
Commissioner: Tell 'em, Joe. And say it loud in case the FBI is bugging my office.
Mr. Pittman: So I might have done a bad thing. I... I wanted to show my appreciation for what you did for my daughter, pulling her out of the concrete, saving her and all. Where I was raised, Brooklyn, New York, you owe a man your life, you slide a little money into an envelope, you press his palm. You say "How do you do?" That type of thing. Apparently that's frowned upon these days.
Commissioner: Yeah, a little more than frowned upon.
Mr. Pittman: Like I said, my bad, no one's got to know.
Boden: The money, that we are not talking about, is in a box in my office under lock and key, Mr. Pittman. You can come get it as soon as possible.
Commissioner: If you want to make a donation to the 100 Club of Chicago, no one's going to stop you.
Mr. Pittman: Hey, that's a thought, I could put it in your names.
Boden: Or you could send it anonymously. Save us any more attention.
Mr. Pittman: Understood. You need anything else from me, Bill?
Commissioner: That's it. Thanks for clearing this up. Thanks, boys. Dismissed.
Hallway
Chief Grissom: Looks like we dodged a bullet there.
Boden: Sure did.
Chief Grissom: Sorry I got a little prickly before.
Boden: "A little prickly." Is it just me or is he up to something?
Severide: Gris is always up to something.
Firehouse: Kitchen
Casey: Okay. I've made my decision. After much consideration and taking into account the fact...
Kidd: Before you reveal your choice, Captain, would you mind if I had a word with Otis real quick?
Casey: Sure…
Herrmann: Come on.
Kidd: What's it worth to you?
Otis: What? Driving?
Kidd: For me to back out. Look. He is going to pick my name. So this is my moment for maximum leverage.
Otis: Have you been dating a stockbroker when I wasn't looking?
Kidd: I'm asking... What's it worth to you? All my Saturday pick-ups at Molly's?
Otis: Yeah, definitely.
Kidd: Rolling the hoses twice a month?
Otis: Okay.
Kidd: And all my bathroom duties for a year.
Otis: Too far.
Kidd: Okay... Okay. Okay. First two and then I bow out.
Otis: Deal.
Kidd: Deal.
Kidd: Captain. We have reached a decision ourselves. I'm withdrawing my name from consideration.
Casey: Fine by me. Otis... Back on as the driver.
Capp: That's our boy!
Hallway
Kidd: Captain! Hey, I... I just wanted to say that I don't know whose name you were going to pick...
Casey: This was just a scheme to get Otis to do all your chores?
Kidd: Well... Yeah...
Casey: Well played.
Kidd: Well, actually, I... I just knew the sooner that I could get everyone back to treating Otis the way that we always did, the better. I figured, mixing it up with him was the best way to get Herrmann and Mouch back to normal.
Casey: Huh. Double well-played, then… You know what? Would you like to drive the truck one last time before you hand over the keys?
Kidd: Yeah.
Bullpen
Boden: Hey, Connie. When Mr. Joseph Pittman arrives at the firehouse, will you be sure... To get him this box? He must have misplaced it.
Connie: Got it.
Boden’s office
Severide: It's too bad, Chief. Could have made a nice down payment on that boat you wanted.
Boden: I already bought it.
Severide: No.
Boden: Yeah.
Severide: No!
Boden: Oh, yeah!
Severide: Really?
Boden: Yep! I spent too much time back pedalling from the future, instead... I'm just going to get to living life.
Severide: Well, hell, if living life is you, me, and Casey fishing on the lake this summer, you count me in.
Boden: You can be sure of that.
The Jamison’s apartment
Dawson: Oh, my... Oh, wow. You look awesome. You must be Donovan?
Donovan: Yes, ma'am. It's nice to meet you.
Dawson: Pleasure, Bria just about to...
Mr. Jamison: Honey, you look amazing.
Bria Jamison: Thank you.
Dawson: You do. You really do. Doesn't she?
Donovan: Oh!
Mr. Jamison: Okay.
Street
Dawson: So... Matt and I thought maybe you guys could arrive at the dance in a way you'll never forget… Ha!
Casey: Your chariot arrives!
Bria Jamison: Oh, my God. Thank you.
Donovan: Oh, my God! This is the best.
Kidd: So, this is my last ride for a while, ladies and gentlemen, so you better believe we are going to get the siren going.
Bria Jamison: Whoo!
Kidd: All right?
Mr. Jamison: Bye, sweetheart! Have fun!
Dawson: Bye, have fun!... I want to start trying again.
Casey: Yeah?
