Benny’s house: living room
Severide: No, I already checked the garage.
Kidd: Hey, look what I found… Check out that handsome mug.
Severide: You box up everything in the file cabinets?
Kidd: Yeah. I mean, none of it's organized, but hopefully, it has everything you need to settle the estate.
Jennifer Sheridan: You didn't happen to find a bronze medal, did you?
Kidd: Um...
Severide: It'd be in a display box. "Carter Harrison Award for Distinguished Service."
Kidd: Sorry.
Severide: He could have left it with one of his exes.
Jennifer Sheridan: Hard enough to see those women at the service without having to go to them, hat in hand… I'd rather just let this go.
Severide: I'll take care of it.
Jennifer Sheridan: Okay.
Severide: Benny used to talk about being buried with the medal.
Kidd: Well, maybe I can help. I mean, you already have enough going on.
Severide: It's fine.
Kidd: Kelly. Will... Will you let me help you with this? Please? Okay… Oh. Look. I got to get in for shift, but, um... I'll check in later, okay?
Firehouse: kitchen
Kidd: Hey.
Casey: How's Severide holding up?
Kidd: Worse than he'll admit. He keeps taking point on all the funeral arrangements. He won't let anyone else near it. Uh, the service is Saturday, by the way.
Casey: I'll make an announcement. Anything else we can do?
Kidd: Maybe. Uh... Hey, you guys know any of Benny's exes?
Mouch: Uh, one or two, sort of.
Kidd: Okay, I am on a scavenger hunt for one of Benny's old medals, so I might need to make a house call.
Herrmann: Hey, whatever you need, we're here.
Kidd: Thank you.
Otis: Hey, Cruz. You haven't heard anything about Katie coming back for the funeral, have you?
Cruz: Mm, hadn't thought about that. No idea.
Main: Squad three, ambo 61.
Otis: Right.
Main: Pin-in accident, Harrison and Dearborn.
Street
Girl: Help! Help!
Brett: Hang on, sweetie. We're coming. Squad three, we have a single vehicle accident. A toddler in a car seat needs extrication.
Cruz: Copy that, almost there.
Erica Ballard: He ran right out in front of me. I... I couldn't see.
Foster: Who did?
Erica Ballard: Hey, hey! My little sister's in there.
Cruz: All right, just stand back. We'll get her out.
Brett: 61 to main, we have an additional victim, pedestrian. We need another ambo ASAP.
Main: Copy, 61. Ambo 91 is just around the corner.
Girl: Help!
Cruz: Hang on. We're gonna get you out, okay? Capp, get the jaws!
Capp: On it!
Foster: I've got a pulse. It's thready, but it's there.
Brett: Sir, can you hear me? He's not responding. Let's board and collar him so 91 can load and go.
Foster: I'm on it.
Car
Girl: Help.
Cruz: Okay, all right. We're gonna help you. Let me see your face…
Street
Cruz: Hey, Brett, we need you over here. Little girl might have glass in her eyes.
Brett: All right, keep her still.
Paramedic: 61, we'll take over.
Foster: Thanks.
Car
Brett: Oh. Oh, I know, I know. Here, look up, for me, sweetie. Let me see your face.
Erica Ballard: This is my parent's car. I... I think it's got a blind spot. Just please tell me she's okay.
Brett: Her face is cut up a bit, but there's no glass in her eyes… Hey.
Street
Foster: Let's give her space, check you out, make sure you're not injured.
Car
Brett: All right. You're gonna be all right. We're just gonna have to get a doctor to take a look at you, okay?
Girl: No! That's my sister's. She said I need to hold it.
Cruz: You ready?
Brett: Yeah.
Street
Cruz: I got you, I got you.
Chicago Med: ER
Foster: I snagged some extra washcloths from the supply room. Should come in handy if we go on any bar runs tonight.
Brett: Great, thanks.
Foster: Poor kid. The crash must have her shaken up.
Brett: Yeah.
Foster: What's wrong?
Nurse: So, your pedestrian, Mr. Torres, he just came to. Still in A-fib, but that's consistent with his history. Nothing we can't manage with medication. He's got two broken legs, a broken wrist, and a nasty headache, but he's recovering.
Brett: Thanks. If anything changes, do you mind giving me a heads up?
Nurse: Will do. Excuse me.
Foster: Okay, spill. What's got your head in the clouds?
Brett: It's something the little girl said… She told me her sister handed her her phone and asked her to keep it. It wasn't clear, but it sounded like she meant after the crash… I think the driver might have been texting when she hit that man.
Truck 81
Otis: A little off-course for the fueling depot, aren't we?
Casey: Kidd needs to make a quick pit stop.
Kidd: Thanks for the detour, Captain. Hey, remind me. Which one in this?
Mouch: Ex number four.
Penelope’s house
Penelope: Sweet of you all to come by, but someone already came to tell me about Benny. It's hard to believe. Always seemed like that man was the perfect physical specimen.
Casey: It was a shock to everyone.
Penelope: I'd offer you a pour if you weren't on duty. You know, Benny and I actually met back when I was bartending. He used to come by regular just to charm me with that silver tongue of his… It worked.
Kidd: Um, well, we were wondering if Benny left anything behind after you two broke up.
Penelope: Probably. We were off and on for a while in there. We'd be fighting like cats and dogs one day, then be making up like a couple of bunny rabbits the next. Firefighters, am I right?
Casey: Is there... Is there a chance you might have seen a medal he won? Like... Like an award?
Penelope: Mm, not that I can think of. But if I stumble on it, I promise I'll let y'all know.
Kidd: The thing is, is we don't have time to wait. Um, this award, it's for the funeral.
Penelope: Oh… Sure… To be honest, I don't know if I'm gonna make it to that. I hate to sound shallow, I just... I try to stay as positive as possible. Too much negativity is bad for the blood, you know? But, listen, if you want to swing by later, maybe you and I can spend some time looking for it.
Mouch: Uh, hey, Casey, remember, we have that thing.
Kidd: Yeah.
Casey: Right, right, right, right, right. The, uh... The drill.
Kidd: The drill, the drill.
Casey: Drill. Um... Thank you for your hospitality, ma'am.
Penelope: Penelope, please.
Casey: Yep.
Ambulance 61
Foster: You have to say something in your run sheet, though, right?
Brett: Not necessarily. I'm supposed to report her medical condition, not the cause of the accident. That's out of my lane.
Foster: No one's asking you to be judge and jury. All you gotta do is report what you heard. Let someone else worry about the rest.
CFD: hallway
Severide: Chief. Thanks for this.
Boden: Least I could do. How you feeling?
Severide: Got tons to do, not much time.
Boden: That's not what I mean.
P.A.: He's ready to see you.
CFD: Officer Kim’s office
Severide: My father had a 35-year career in the department. He led one of the busiest battalions in his district and won the CFD's highest honours. If anybody deserves a full-scale department sendoff, it's him.
Boden: I wholeheartedly agree. The man was a legend in his time.
Officer Kim: I'm sorry for your loss. Commissioner Grissom sends his sincere condolences.
Severide: Right, I got the letter.
Officer Kim: I'm just talking real-world here. We can arrange an official colour guard, without question. Attendance of senior officers is something I can try and coordinate...
Severide: But?
Officer Kim: A full-scale funeral with a municipal parade? That's gonna be out of reach. Those arrangements are strictly reserved for line-of-duty deaths… I'm sorry, my hands are tied.
Boden: We appreciate the consideration.
CFD: hallway
Severide: It's hard to imagine a veteran firefighter who dedicated his life to this department gets nothing but a flag and a "thank you."
Boden: Look, I understand your frustration, but we are talking the distinction for active-duty deaths. That's sacred ground. You had to know that that was a long shot.
Severide: He deserves better than this.
Boden: Look… Why don't you come by the house? Have lunch, be with your people for an hour.
Severide: I get what you're trying to do, Chief, really, but I'm fine. I got things to do… Thank you for backing me up on this.
Boden: If there is anything that you need, you come to me straightaway, you understand?
Severide: Will do, Chief.
Outside the firehouse
Herrmann: You're yanking my chain. She actually said that? What'd you do?
Kidd: We got the heck out of there before she jumped Casey's bones.
Mouch: It was uncomfortable.
Kidd: Hey, you are more than welcome to come to the next one. I'm planning on visiting ex number three today.
Otis: Is that Katie's mom?
Mouch: No, that's number two, I think? Or was it...
Herrmann: Yeah, it depends if you're just talking about wives.
Mouch: Right.
Casey: Guys, if you want to fall down the rabbit hole of Benny's love life, it's a long way to the bottom. Let's just focus on the plan for today, huh?
Kidd: Yes, I'll pick you up in a couple hours, and we'll drive to Kenosha together, yeah?
Herrmann: All right, copy that. See you in a few.
Casey: Cool.
Firehouse: garage
Boden: Brett. It's 7:30. I need your report.
Brett: I'm reviewing them now, Chief, sorry.
Boden: Gentleman.
Chief Walker: Wallace.
Boden: Thanks for showing up.
Firehouse: bullpen
Chief Burkett: So I'm giving this talk at a conference once, right? Step off the stage, the SOB corners me in the hall, and I swear to God... Boom! Cold-cocks me out of the blue. Turns out, Benny caught wind that some instructor was putting the screws to his kid down at the academy. The damn lughead, he was looking for Chief Cochran… Oh, that was Benny, though. He was a scrapper, especially when it came to his kid.
Boden: For good reason: Kelly Severide is one of the best firefighters I have seen in my career.
Chief Walker: Agreed.
Boden: Which is why I was hoping... That this department would show up for him. You all know the memorial service is this Saturday, right...
Chief Burkett: Chief. I realize you've spoken to CFD affairs. You understand that this is completely out of our control?
Boden: Hear me out. I am not asking for the world. No parade. I am just asking for a show of support. As many chiefs as possible, a room full of dress blues. I mean, for God's sake, something… Something that honours what the name Severide means to this city and this department… I'm just asking.
Beth’s house
Beth: I don't know why I kept any of it. My therapist, at the time, told me that closure was a myth, and I took that to mean maybe it wasn't over. Maybe Benny was coming back. Maybe he didn't just disappear on a permanent fishing trip without a word of notice.
Herrmann: We... We're... We're sorry for your loss, Beth. We were just wondering if...
Beth: Like this! What am I supposed to do with this?
Mouch: Oh, actually, those have pretty decent resale value if you ever wanted to...
Beth: What kind of man walks out on his two stepsons? Left those boys waiting for him at soccer practice. And did you see the kind of woman he left me for? That Penelope?
Mouch: Yeah.
Kidd: No.
Casey: The last thing we want to do is reopen old wounds. We're just trying to find the one item to memorialize him with.
Beth: Hmm, I should get the stack of unpaid bills he left behind, then.
Kidd: Well, we're doing this for Kelly more than anyone else.
Beth: Right. Kelly… How's he doing?
Kidd: He's struggling... But the... Finding this medal, it would be a big help to him.
Beth: Kelly was always good to me… When Benny left, he understood… Helped validate that it wasn't all in my head.
Kidd: Mm.
Beth: I haven't seen anything like what you're describing, though. I'm sorry.
Kidd: It's okay. We appreciate you trying to find it all the same.
Beth: Please give Kelly my condolences. I know how much his father meant to him.
Casey: We will.
Beth: Hm.
Kidd: Thanks.
Mouch: You know, if you aren't interested in that Dremel tool anymore, I would...
Herrmann: Mouch!
Chicago Med: ER
Nurse: Everything okay?
Brett: Yeah. I just thought I'd swing by and check on that accident victim from yesterday.
Nurse: He's recovering well. Heart rate stabilizing with the meds, and ortho says his fractures aren't too bad. It helps that he's had a few visitors here looking out for him. Holler if you need something, okay?
Brett: Sure.
Chicago Med: waiting room
Brett: Uh, Mr. and Mrs. Ballard? I'm Sylvie Brett. I'm the paramedic who treated your daughters yesterday.
Mr. Ballard: Oh!
Mrs. Ballard: Oh, my God. Yes, hello. Thank you so much for looking after our girls.
Brett: But how's your little one doing?
Mrs. Ballard: Oh, she's almost fully recovered. Erica, though, you know, she's still shaken. She feels responsible.
Brett: Um, has she been here with you visiting Mr. Torres?
Mr. Ballard: Yes. It was her idea, actually.
Mrs. Ballard: Erica set up a GoFundMe page to help with his medical bills. She's poured all of herself into it.
Brett: I, um...
Mrs. Ballard: We owe you everything... For saving our girls. From the bottom of our hearts, thank you.
Mr. Belkin’s office
Mr. Belkin: Here we are. Benjamin preselected item number 232. "Eternal Remembrance." It's a lovely casket. Solid elm with a soft, velvet interior...
Severide: Whatever he wanted.
Jennifer Sheridan: What about the plot?
Mr. Belkin: Also preplanned and reserved. All that's required is final payment.
Jennifer Sheridan: How much?
Severide: It's fine. Whatever it is, I'll settle it now.
Mr. Belkin: Now, regarding the service...
Severide: What about it?
Mr. Belkin: If you want to submit a few family photos for the slideshow...
Severide: No, you can skip that.
Mr. Belkin: It doesn't have to be anything too fancy.
Severide: Just run the card.
Mr. Belkin: Understood.
Chicago Med: Kyle Sheffield’s office
Kyle Sheffield: Yeah? Sylvie, uh, come on in. Excuse the mess. I'm getting my thoughts together for the memorial service. You caught me in the zone.
Brett: Is it a bad time?
Kyle Sheffield: No, please. I'm glad you came. Uh, grab a seat while I straighten up.
Brett: I'm... I'm not even sure if this is something you can really help me out with.
Kyle Sheffield: Well, I accept the challenge. So... What's on your mind?
Brett: I'm just wondering... Is it wrong to lie by omission? Even if you're not sure you know what you think you know, and maybe someone could get hurt if you say what you think you know, but you're not really sure if you actually know it?
Kyle Sheffield: Uh... I... I need more.
Brett: Okay, um... I... I got called to this car wreck yesterday. A teenage driver hit a pedestrian. I think she was texting when it happened, but I'm not 100% certain.
Kyle Sheffield: You found her phone?
Brett: Yes. In the hands of her four-year-old sister. When I tried to take the phone away, the toddler told me her older sister made her promise to hold it… I think she meant after the crash, but I can't be sure.
Kyle Sheffield: What does your gut tell you?
Brett: Nothing. It's too busy tying itself in knots. It just feels awful. I've never held something like this in before. But if you saw the look in this little girl's eyes, the way she and her sister needed each other... I don't want to tear them apart based on nothing but a hunch.
Kyle Sheffield: The Good Book's got some wisdom on this. "He who makes haste with his feet, errs." I'm paraphrasing, but the gist of it is this… Take the time you need to consider the facts, separate out your fears, and trust your heart… You can't go wrong with that.
Brett: You're good at this.
Brett, Otis and Cruz’s apartment: living room
Otis: The thing is... Katie and I didn't even get a chance to say good-bye.
Cruz: Uh-huh.
Otis: Yeah. It was really chaotic. You know, it was a real hurricane of emotion.
Cruz: For sure.
Otis: I'm not making excuses. I'm not saying that I did everything right, but I've grown… Being with Lily, it's... It's really matured me. Oh, God, Lily. What am I going to say to her? What? You think Lily's going to feel threatened? You think I should get out ahead of this thing beforehand. Right, what would you say to Chloe?
Cruz: About what?
Otis: Oh!
Cruz: No!
Otis: Come on, Cruz. I'm really struggling here, man.
Cruz: Otis, you need to breathe. This was four years ago… This doesn't have to be a thing unless you make it a thing, all right? Just be yourself. Be glad to see her.
Street
Mouch: This is April Nolan, Katie's mom.
Herrmann: You call ahead this time?
Mouch: Nah. Wouldn't want her to tell us not to come.
Kidd: Casey, if we strike out on this, I'm ready to keep searching, okay? Friends, relatives, anyone. I just can't go back to Kelly empty-handed.
Mouch: I wouldn't fret. I'd say the odds are about 90% April has the medal.
Kidd: Really?
Mouch: No doubt in my mind… The power of positive thinking.
April Nolan’s house
April Nolan: That's Katie in her new restaurant. I forget the name. It's something French.
Mouch: Well, you must be very proud.
April Nolan: Do you like the frame?
Mouch: Do I?
April Nolan: I sell those. I have an arrangement with a designer in Kankakee.
Casey: It's...
Kidd: It's nice.
April Nolan: I can cut you a deal if you want to buy them in bulk for the firehouse. Something to think about.
Kidd: Um...
April Nolan: I also make jewellery, floral arrangements. I've dabbled in interior design as you can probably see. Let me get you guys some cards. You know, Benny was one of my initial investors. I think he was trying to make amends for not being around while Katie was growing up. He really helped me process a lot. To forgive, and...
Kidd: Uh, it's funny you mention jewellery, because it's kind of in the family of why we're here. Um, is there any chance that Benny left behind an old medal?
April Nolan: Oh, my goodness, yes! I can't believe you guys are looking for that. I'll be right back.
Kidd: Oh, my God.
Casey: All right, good.
April Nolan: It seemed like such a silly thing to keep around, but something in the back of my mind told me this had value. Take a look. Isn't that something? You're welcome to it.
Kidd: Actually, um... Uh, we're looking for an old firefighter medal.
April Nolan: Oh. That's the only medal I have.
Severide’s loft
Kidd: Hey.
Jennifer Sheridan: Hey.
Kidd: Is Kelly here?
Jennifer Sheridan: He's a bit wrecked, went to bed.
Kidd: I should probably do the same, then.
Jennifer Sheridan: Oh, don't feel like you have to.
Kidd: How'd today go?
Jennifer Sheridan: Uh, surreal. It's funny. Benny spent all his life improvising from one day to the next, but when it came to his death, he had it all planned out. Kelly's running himself ragged, trying to do everything exactly how Benny wanted… I don't know if it's about contrition or closure or what… I'm glad he has you to rely on.
Kidd: I'm... I'm barely doing anything.
Jennifer Sheridan: Oh, you're doing enough. I'm sure Kelly would tell you himself, but he's lousy expressing things like that… You're good for him, Stella. It's easy to see.
Kidd: Thanks.
Jennifer Sheridan: The way you've been there for him, helping him find this medal, means more than you know.
Firehouse: hallway
Boden: Hey, Brett.
Brett: Morning, Chief.
Boden: I just got a call from Chief Hatcher says you have a run sheet open from last shift?
Brett: Right.
Boden: Something I should know?
Brett: It's just a detail from that first call. I needed time to clear it up.
Boden: And are you clear now?
Main: Ambo 61, person down from unknown causes.
Boden: Close it before lunch. No excuses.
Brett: Yes, Chief.
Street
Paul: Thank God you're here. I swear it was an accident.
Foster: What was?
Paul: Well, we were yelling, and the threw the thing at me, so I threw it back at him, and...
Garden
Howard: Help, please. Help, please.
Brett: Lungs are clear. We can't load him on the rig like this, though.
Foster: Should we call for a truck's help?
Brett: No, here, I got it. Stabilize that… Don't move… Easy… Almost done.
Foster: Smart.
Brett: All right. Get an IV started. I'll stabilized the prongs.
Howard: Where is that bastard?
Paul: Hang in there, Howard. These ladies are taking good care of you. We had a little argument about yard care.
Howard: I didn't rake my dang leaves onto your yard, Paul!
Paul: Which of us owns the maple? You think I snuck around in the dead of night to rake them back into my own yard?
Howard: Just get this thing out of me so I can lodge it into his damn skull!
Foster: No, sir, unless you are going to help calm him down, I need you to step back.
Paul: Okay, Howard. I raked them into my yard to prove a point. I just wanted you to trim the darn thing back. I never meant for things to get so out of hand.
Howard: I knew it.
Firehouse: dormitory
Herrmann: 3rd place finish, 2004 Master Anglers Tournament, Calumet Harbour.
Mouch: That's a big tournament. Might still be worth including in the service.
Herrmann: Hey, any news?
Casey: No luck. I exhausted my contacts, anyone who knew Benny. No one's seen the medal.
Kidd: You think, uh... You think, maybe, we could ask HQ to press a new one?
Casey: Those things are one-of-a-kind. CFD would never allow it.
Kidd: Oh, my God.
Herrmann: Hey, Kidd.
Kidd: Mm-hmm?
Herrmann: You did what you could… He'll understand.
Firehouse: garage
Otis: No, that's not it, ugh. Hey... hey, Capp, grab me the needle scaler.
Katie Nolan: Uh, he's not around.
Otis: Whoa, Katie, hey.
Katie Nolan: Hey.
Otis: You're here.
Katie Nolan: Thought that was you.
Otis: Uh, I didn't realize you were coming to the house. Kelly's, uh... Gone, took the shift off.
Katie Nolan: No, I know. I actually came to visit the rest of you all.
Otis: Oh... Good.
Firehouse: kitchen
Katie Nolan: Colorado is great. Beautiful skies, fresh air. I'm working as a sous chef in a new restaurant in Boulder.
Otis: Oh.
Katie Nolan: Yeah. My boyfriend's the maitre d'. He's a sweetheart and just an absolute dork. You would really like him.
Otis: That's great, uh... I'm just so impressed. It seems like you got everything you were hoping for when you left Chicago.
Katie Nolan: It seems like you're not doing too bad, either, yourself. I noticed on Facebook you're with someone.
Otis: Oh, you did?
Katie Nolan: Yeah.
Otis: Yeah, Lily. She's... She's amazing.
Katie Nolan: Yeah, you two seem so cute together.
Otis: It's really nice to see you, Katie. I'm glad you came by.
Katie Nolan: So am I.
Otis: Look who's here.
Katie Nolan: Hope I'm not interrupting your lunch.
Herrmann: Are you kidding? Get over here.
Katie Nolan: Hi.
Casey: Hey. Good to see you.
Katie Nolan: Good to see you too.
Casey: Yeah.
Katie Nolan: And you're Stella, right?
Kidd: Hi. Oh, I can't believe I finally get to meet you. I heard so much.
Katie Nolan: Same here. I actually have something you've been looking for. I hope I'm not too late. My mom told me that you came by and tried to find it. My dad gave it to me a couple years ago when we reconnected. He said he wanted me to have something positive to remember him by… Is this what you've been looking for?
Kidd: Oh, my God, I... Oh, I can't believe it. I was so scared that I was gonna have to give up. I, um... Oh, God! Katie, thank you. Oh, your brother needs this so much right now.
Katie Nolan: You're welcome. I'm glad I could help.
Kidd: Thank you.
Katie Nolan: Yay!
Chicago Med: ER
Foster: When I started this shift, I never thought I'd cross "false flag lawn-care ploy" off my bucket list.
Brett: Every day is a gift… I'll catch up with you at the rig, okay?
Chicago Med: hallway
Brett: Uh, Erica?
Erica Ballard: Yes?
Brett: I'm Sylvie Brett. I treated you after your accident the other day.
Erica Ballard: Right, um, the ambulance driver. Um, I'm sorry. I wish I had time to talk, but I actually am late to a class...
Brett: Were you texting when the accident happened?
Erica Ballard: Sorry?
Brett: Your sister told me you asked her to hold the phone. Did you do that to hide what really happened?
Erica Ballard: No, I... That's not...
Brett: Look, I understand you're afraid to tell the truth, scared about the consequences, but you need to realize, the guilt you feel, it's not gonna go away just by pretending it isn't there.
Erica Ballard: I don't know what you're talking about.
Brett: Tell everyone what really happened… Take responsibility now so you can start making amends… The man you hit deserves that… So does your sister.
Severide’s loft
Severide: No, no, no, let me finish. You called me to say the limo was confirmed, so I assumed the limo was confirmed… Right, so what's the holdup? You know what, you... Just stop. I'm gonna go with another company. Yeah, fine, you do that.
Jennifer Sheridan: Problems?
Severide: One thing after another.
Jennifer Sheridan: Let's take a deep breath. It'll all come together.
Severide: Yeah, maybe.
Jennifer Sheridan: Kelly, look at me… Where is all this anger taking you, huh? What's it for?
Severide: I'm not angry. I'm just busy.
Jennifer Sheridan: Kelly… He's not here anymore. Whatever he said to get under your skin at the end, it's done. It's over.
Severide: The way we left things the last time we talked, I took a jab at him, and he ended up coming through anyway.
Jennifer Sheridan: There's nothing you could have said that would have made this any easier… Nothing that would have brought you the kind of peace you're looking for… Right now, today, this is the start of your life without your dad… How you live it, that's what will define you.
Street
Kyle Sheffield: Thank you all for coming this morning, thank you. Thanks for coming. See you inside. Good morning, Sylvie.
Brett: Good morning. Wow, you look nice. I mean, the stole and everything is fancy.
Kyle Sheffield: You look nice too. Hey, how's your situation? Did that talk we had help at all?
Brett: It did, yeah. I... I spoke to the driver, told her what I knew. Urged her to clear her conscience.
Kyle Sheffield: And how'd she react?
Brett: It took her a day to process, but she came forward.
Kyle Sheffield: It sounds like the best anyone could have hoped for.
Brett: Yeah, it is. Thank you for talking me through it.
Kyle Sheffield: Oh, it's why I'm here… I hope you come by and see me again. Um, you don't have to wait for a crisis.
Brett: I might do that.
Kyle Sheffield: Thank you all for coming today.
Church
Severide: Hey, Stella.
Kidd: Hi.
Severide: Hey, sorry if I've been...
Kidd: You don't need to explain anything… I have something for you.
Severide: Thank you.
Church: funerals
Kyle Sheffield: "Come to me, all who labour, and are heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yolk upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls." This is the word of the Lord.
All: Amen.
Severide: My father was a legendary firefighter. I know this because he told me all the time… But he wasn't wrong. On March 16, 1993, he pulled seven people out of the Paxton Hotel Fire. They were trapped, and nobody could figure out how to get to them, but Benny wouldn't give up, even when the building was coming down on top of him… That was Benny Severide. He always had to do things his own way. He was stubborn, and man, he was tough. Sometimes too tough… He'd battle the people he loved as hard as he'd battle any fire. But every now and then, when you needed him the most, he'd have your back, whether you knew it or not… No matter what the cost… It took me... It took me too long to figure that out. But I'll never forget it… Sleep tight, Dad. You earned it.
Street
Chief Burkett: Detail, attention! Present arms! Battalion Chief Benjamin Severide has returned to quarters… He's cleared from all his duties. He is gone but never forgotten. May he rest in peace, with his brothers and sisters. Above.
Boden: Ready? Step!