Practice
Dr. Carmen: All right, now just follow my finger... Great. And can you discuss with me the vision issues that you're having?
Casey: Yeah, it was basically tunnel vision. Everything looked kind of dark and fuzzy around the edges.
Dr. Carmen: Okay, I'm gonna do a strength test, now. I just want you to push out towards me, with your right hand, extending your elbow... Great. Now, same thing with the left.
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Waiting room
Casey: I need to get an MRI. He said it's possible the repeat trauma has left behind permanent damage. It could be I'm having temporal lobe seizures.
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Hallway
Brett: Well, what would that mean?
Casey: They can get progressively worse, turn into full body seizures. I'd have to quit the CFD, obviously.
Brett: Hey, Matt, slow down. He said it was possible, not that it was certain, right?
Casey: Right.
Brett: So, we don't know anything yet. We'll get the MRI and go from there... It's gonna be okay, no matter what, we'll figure it out.
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Firehouse: Boden's office
Casey: It could be nothing. We'll know more after these tests on Wednesday, but for the next couple of shifts, it's better if I don't see any action... I'm fine really... Just... Playing it safe.
Severide: Are you sure?
Boden: I can cover for you on calls.
Casey: And I'm happy to pitch in around the house, take some paperwork off your plate. I want to stay busy.
Boden: Good. You just make sure you take care of yourself.
Casey: Will do. Thanks, Chief.
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Firehouse: briefing room
Ritter: Hey, Herrmann.
Herrmann: Yeah?
Ritter: Would you mind if Gallo and I take over a corner of Molly's on Sunday night? Reserve some space?
Herrmann: Uh... Depends for what.
Gallo: We meet with a group of young firefighters once a week.
Mouch: Oh, that's a nice idea.
Ritter: We swap stories, you know, share... Uh... Techniques.
Herrmann: And drink beer?
Gallo: Yeah.
Ritter: Yeah.
Herrmann: Well, then, by all means, bring your young friends to Molly's.
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Boden: Good morning.
Mouch: Morning, Chief.
Herrmann: Hey, Chief.
Boden: I have to call an audible today. Due to medical concerns, Captain Casey is gonna have to take the next two shifts out... I'll be accompanying truck 81, calling the shots. Mouch, take the first seat.
Mouch: Sure thing, Chief.
Boden: Okay, couple of other announcements...
Dispatch: Engine 51, truck 81, ambulance 61, structure fire, 26th and Austin.
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Street
Vincent: Save my store, please just save my store.
Mouch: We're on it, sir, let these ladies check you out, okay?
Brett: Got it.
Boden: Kidd, size it up!
Kidd: Fires on one, heavy smoke on two. Fire's not in the structure yet, but looks like there's plenty fuel in there.
Boden: 51, lead out. First floor, Mouch, Gallo, primary search on one.
Herrmann: Charge your line! All right, let's go.
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Store
Herrmann: We got balloons exploding in here, Chief.
Mouch: Fire department, call out!
Gallo: Fire department. Call out!
Devon: Help!
Mouch: Go.
Gallo: Got it.
Devon: Help! My daughter, I can't find her. Addie! Addie!
Gallo: We'll... We'll get her. You gotta go, come on.
Herrmann: Hey, I'm gonna go check that out. You keep going.
Mouch: Copy.
Herrmann: Hey, come with me. Come on with me.
Mason: Upstairs, my neighbour, she's unconscious, hurry!
Herrmann: Wait... Get back here! Hey!
Mason: You have a bail-out rope?
Herrmann: Yeah, of course.
Mason: Great, then I don't need this.
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Street
Gallo: Chief, her daughter's still inside.
Devon: She was looking around, I couldn't find her, she's only six.
Boden: Attention everyone...
Devon: Addie!
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Apartment
Boden: We have a missing girl inside, six years old, location unknown.
Mason: There she is. Front stairwell's fully involved. Only clear way out is the window.
Herrmann: All right... Hey, I need a ladder to a second floor window. B-side, center. I got two civilians coming out.
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Street
Herrmann: One male, one female, unconscious.
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Apartment
Boden: Copy that, Herrmann.
Herrmann: How is she?
Mason: She needs oxygen. We'd get her down faster with a hasty harness.
Herrmann: You a firefighter?
Mason: Not anymore.
Herrmann: Let's do this.
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Street
Gallo: Whoa, whoa, hang on. Wait! Okay, lift... Hold up.
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Store
Mouch: Fire Department, call out!
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Street
Devon: She was just running around the store, looking at all the piñatas.
Brett: Your heart rate's elevated, so just try to relax.
Devon: And these balloons hit a light or something, and just burst into flames.
Boden: Hey you, what do you put in your balloons?
Vincent: Helium is really expensive, and acetylene works just the same, so...
Boden: Heads up, flammable gas stored on site.
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Store
Boden: Let's hurry it up. Mouch, report.
Mouch: No sight of the girl yet.
Boden: Okay, coming in to help you look.
Negative, Chief, do not come here.
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Street
Mouch: We need to evacuate right now.
Boden: Emergency, emergency, evacuate now, we are going defensive... Mouch, report, what's your status?
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Store
Mouch: There you are. Come on, I got you.
Boden: Mouch, report!
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Street
Boden: Mouch, report!
Ritter: Here he comes.
Mouch: You okay?
Addie: Yeah.
Mouch: Whew.
Boden: You good?
Mouch: We're all right, Chief... She's okay.
Devon: Ohh!
Mouch: She's okay.
Addie: Mommy!
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Gallo: Mouch, that was... I mean, wow. You okay?
Mouch: Worst party ever.
Herrmann: Hey, it was a beautiful save. But I... You had to go and steal my thunder, huh? I pulled off this pretty sweet rope rescue, me and this kid, some kind of natural born firefighter. You guys gotta meet him. Uh... Huh. Where'd he go?
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Fireshouse: garage
Ritter: Yo, you guys missed the Mouch save of the century.
Gallo: He was like... Chief, don't come in, it's too hot. But then, he bursts out of the building, the little girl in his arms.
Ritter: Boom! The building explodes behind him.
Gallo: He falls to a knee, and he's like arghhh...
Cruz: Mouch, that sounds like it's out of a movie.
Casey: Way to go, Mouch!
Mouch: Just doing my job, but thanks, Cap.
Casey: Sorry I missed it.
Tony: Chief. We heard a Mouch was a baller today.
Boden: Certainly was.
Cruz: Speaking of baller, Chief, that is one impressive new truck you got out there.
Boden: Uh... What're you talking about?
Cruz: The beauty that's parked in your spot, that's not yours?
Boden: No. Had to find street parking three blocks away.
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Outside the firehouse
Cruz: Ugh. Chief, everybody in this neighbourhood knows that that is your spot.
Ritter: Yeah, it is the sacred duty of every Chicagoan to respect dibs.
Cruz: Mm-hmm.
Boden: It's the city's curb. He has a right to park there if he gets there first.
Cruz: Oh, no, Chief. You gotta get angry about this.
Boden: I do?
Capp: You should leave a nasty note.
Cruz: Yes.
Boden: No, I don't think I need to go that far.
Gallo:As soon as the truck moves, we'll put some cones out there to make sure this doesn't happen again.
Ritter: Cones, uh-huh. No, dibs calls for something more substantial. A woman in my neighbourhood once put a dining room table right out on the street.
Cruz: Okay, that's a little much. Look, you are the man. Hold that spot.
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Fireshouse: garage
Herrmann: Hey, you two. That guy who helped me with that rope rescue, you didn't happen to see him over at Med, did you?
Brett: Uh, yeah, Mason?
Herrmann: Yeah.
Brett: Nice guy. Yeah, he was there checking on his neighbour.
Herrmann: Oh, were they close?
Violet: Doesn't seem like it. More that he just wanted to make sure she was okay.
Herrmann: He didn't happen to mention where he was stationed at, did he?
Violet: What do you mean?
Herrmann: He said he used to be a firefighter.
Brett: No, he didn't say anything about it.
Herrmann: You should have seen this kid trying to save that lady without anybody's help.
Brett: Well, he said he was heading back to his place to see what he could salvage.
Herrmann: Hey, Bobby, round up the guys. We're gonna go for a ride in this engine.
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Street
Herrmann: Mason, right?
Mason: Oh, hey.
Herrmann: Hey. Christopher Herrmann, Firehouse 51. Lucky for us, you were here, or we might not have gotten to your neighbour in time.
Mason: Yeah, maybe not.
Herrmann: So, uh, where were you stationed?
Mason: Colorado.
Herrmann: No kidding? What brought you out here?
Mason: Family... I have an uncle in Lakeview.
Herrmann: Mason, you ever think about applying with the CFD?
Mason: No.
Herrmann: You can tell me to mind my own business, and I'll hit the road, but... I have been doing this long enough to recognize raw talent. What happened? You got hurt? Whatever it was, you're still young enough. You can always apply with the CFD.
Mason: No, I can't.
Herrmann: Why not?
Mason: Because I was a firefighter, in prison. And the CFD won't hire felons.
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Fireshouse: garage
Casey: Hey, Gallo.
Gallo: What's up, Captain?
Casey: I wanted to say thanks... For staying on me about the headaches. It's part of what prompted me to get it all checked out.
Gallo: No need to thank me. I just hope everything turns out well.
Casey: It will.
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Molly's patio
Herrmann: So, he went from fighting fires to washing dishes at his uncle's restaurant.
Mouch: What kind of felony are we talking about here? On a scale from tax evasion to serial killer?
Herrmann: It sounds like, you know, he fell in a bad crowd when he was a teenager. He stole a car and he got three years for it.
Mouch: Teenagers.
Herrmann: Yeah, tell me about it, I know. I just went through it with Lee Henry.
Mouch: And kept him out of jail.
Herrmann: There but for the grace of God. And I still got four kids to go. Hey, there he is. Mason, come on over, sit. Meet my pal Mouch.
Mouch: Herrmann told me what you did on that call... Impressive.
Mason: Forget it, you were the hero. Saw it with my own eyes, incredible save.
Herrmann: Hell yeah it was, nice job. So, hey. I got a question for you, okay? You said you were on a hand crew, setting fire lines. Where did you learn how to tie hasty harnesses like that.
Mason: In prison, you have a lot of down time. All we did was train... Getting on that crew saved me from a lot of messed up stuff. And, we were out helping people, which felt good.
Herrmann: Yeah.
Mason: Anyway, here's to you guys, putting your necks on the line to save screw-ups like me.
Herrmann: Forget that, you stood with us. That means a hell of a lot around here.
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Cruz: Hey, so, uh, Boden put a note on that truck.
Gallo: Like Capp said. Did he blast him?
Cruz: Oh, no, he was completely Boden. Very polite, very chill.
Ritter: We should get to shift early and mark Chief's spot.
Gallo: Who's we?
Ritter: Us.
Cruz: Or you?
Ritter: I'm the planner.
Cruz: Oh.
Violet: Let's draw straws.
Cruz: Now you're talking.
Ritter: This is ridiculous.
Cruz: No looking... Okay. Short straw... Draws the short straw.
Ritter: Fine... Wait... Oh, come on.
Cruz: You made it too easy.
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Brett: I feel terrible... You should have gone skiing without me.
Grainger: No, no way. You're the fun part.
Brett: Well, I'm sorry again for cancelling. I just... I don't want my friend to go through this medical stuff solo.
Grainger: I get it. We can do the trip another time.
Brett: I'd love to... And, in the meantime, I know it's not exactly a ski vacation, but there is an omelet festival this week at a pop-up place in Logan Square.
Grainger: An omelet festival.
Brett: Oh, yeah, omelets are very trendy right now.
Grainger: Oh, well, then, obviously, yes.
Brett: Yay. You won't regret it. I hope.
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Severide: I feel like I haven't been a good friend. You've been going through something and I should have picked up on it.
Casey: That's on me. I made sure you didn't pick up on it.
Severide: Why? You can tell me anything. You better know that by now.
Casey: Yeah, I do, it's just... I grew up in a family full of secrets. I guess, it's... It's become a fallback for me, shutting people out, when things get too rough... I'm working on it.
Severide: Good... You shouldn't be going through something like this alone.
Casey: Actually, Sylvie found out, and she's been by my side every step of the way. She'll be at the MRI tomorrow.
Severide: Glad to hear.
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CFD: hallway
Sandra: I am on my lunch break.
Herrmann: Ah, jeez. That's the warm welcome I get after I bought all those Girl Scout Cookies from your daughter?
Sandra: Three boxes.
Herrmann: I got kids in the game, too.
Sandra: What do you need, Christopher?
Herrmann: Hey... Uh, two minutes with the Commissioner, that's all I'm asking.
Sandra: He's out of town for a few weeks.
Herrmann: Can you at least tell me who's covering for him?
Sandra: Why, what's this about?
Herrmann: CFD hiring policies.
Sandra: Talk to Human Resources.
Herrmann: Nah, I'm not looking to pass off a resume. I need a policy change.
Sandra: DC Hill, but she has a ton on her plate right now, so don't get your hopes up.
Herrmann: Thanks, Sandra.
Sandra: Mm-hmm.
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Waiting room
Brett: And I made a playlist for you. I'm texting it to you now. Then you can just give it to the radiology tech, and he'll pipe it in through the headphones.
Casey: You didn't have to do that.
Brett: Uh, don't thank me yet. It's mostly smooth jazz and a couple of Taylor Swift slow jams thrown in. I read you're not supposed to listen to anything too stimulating.
Casey: Thanks.
Radiology tech: Matt Casey?
Casey: That's me.
Brett: I'll be here... Have fun?
Casey: I'll do my best.
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MRI room
Radiology tech: You ready?
Casey: Yep.
Radiology tech: Great, I'll start your playlist.
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Outside the firehouse
Herrmann: What's he doing?
Cruz: Marking Boden's spot.
Herrmann: Is that my old recliner? I thought they took it to the Salvation Army years ago. Or was I supposed to? Should we help?
Cruz: He drew the short straw.
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Herrmann: Kidd, hey... Casey get his head examined?
Kidd: Yeah. Won't get the results for a couple days, though.
Herrmann: Okay, um... Listen, I, uh, I gotta ask you a favour, and it's kind of a big one.
Kidd: Okay.
Herrmann: I need a meeting with Deputy Commissioner Hill.
Kidd: What makes you think that I got that kind of juice?
Herrmann: You've been waving her card around for weeks, bragging about my best new friend at headquarters...
Kidd: I have not... Okay, maybe for a few days. But then I taped it up in my locker for safekeeping.
Herrmann: I've been calling and emailing, and I cannot get a response.
Kidd: What do you need to talk to her about?
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Firehouse: bullpen
Casey: No wonder Boden was happy to jump in the action... This paperwork is mind numbing.
Brett: You'll be back out there soon.
Casey: Maybe. When a doctor says 24 to 48 hours until they call you in for results, we should assume 72, right?
Brett: Whenever it is, you let me know asap. That's the deal. Okay, so, how terrible was the playlist? You can be honest.
Casey: It was great... It was definitely a distraction... It was horrible.
Violet: Hey, Brett, you left your phone on the table. It kept buzzing, we couldn't help but see, um... You missed one call from your dad, one from Grainger, and two from something called Celebrate Omelets.
Brett: Oh, no, I forgot to confirm those reservations... Damn.
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Firehouse: common room
Gallo: Yo. Did you see we're up to 15 RSVP's for Sunday night?
Ritter: Yeah, it's awesome.
Gallo: Awesome, but... It's gonna feel like just another night of boozing, unless we come up with an agenda for the meeting.
Ritter: Okay, like...
Gallo: I don't know, um... Maybe a guest speaker.
Ritter: Ooh, guest speaker. I like that, someone who's got wisdom to impart.
Mouch: You want The Bullet. Mike "The Bullet" Thompson, a true legend of the CFD.
Gallo: He's the one who went back into that housefire collapse to save an infant, a while back.
Mouch: 1993, put him on the front page of the "Tribune." He's retired now, goes around the country giving talks. I'll track him down, see if he'll meet with your group.
Ritter: Wha... Mouch, you don't have to do that.
Mouch: I'm happy to, I worked with him for a while. You'll love him.
Boden: Why is the damn coffee pot empty?
Cruz: You doing okay, Chief?
Boden: That truck is in my spot again. Ignored my note completely. Had to go park on Wisconsin.
Cruz: Like I said, you gotta get angry.
Ritter: Wait... He's in your spot? I put a recliner out there, that's... That's supposed to be dibs, Chief.
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Outside the firehouse
Capp: I have never seen him like this.
Gallo: Yeah, Cruz got him really worked up.
Cruz: Uh... What's your note say, Chief?
Boden: I tried the polite way. Now I'm gonna use some colourful language. Let this thief know, in no uncertain terms, he cannot park here again.
Cruz: Are you sure?
Boden: You notify me if he shows himself.
Capp: That genie is not going back in the bottle.
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Firehouse: Severide's quarters
Kidd: I mean, it's not like I don't want to help Herrmann, but first, is it even possible? I mean, the CFD has a long-standing policy against hiring anyone with a felony conviction.
Severide: Even certain misdemeanours.
Kidd: Mm-hmm. Second, is it fair? With so many deserving candidates already in line, who don't have a rap sheet, why shouldn't they get special treatment?
Severide: That's valid.
Kidd: And third... I, uh, I don't have a third yet, but, jump in if you do.
Severide: Listen, I did tons of dumb stuff as a teenager, just didn't get caught.
Kidd: I was no angel either.
Severide: And you know, it's a long shot... The only question is, is it a shot worth taking?
Kidd: I don't even know the guy.
Severide: Herrmann does.
Kidd: Well, they just met like three days ago.
Severide: Yeah, but... When was the last time you saw Herrmann go to bat for someone like this?
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Firehouse: garage
Brett: Did Dr. Carmen call?
Casey: No, but... When he does, I was thinking, it's better if I get the results alone.
Brett: Oh, okay, why?
Casey: I've been making too big a deal out of all this. Honestly, no matter what the results are, I'm fine. And you tagging along on every visit, it's silly.
Dispatch: Squad 3, ambulance 61, person trapped, 462 North Clark Avenue.
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Arena
Severide: Fire department.
Arena Manager: Over here, hurry.
Brett: What's your name?
Amber: Amber. This stupid thing jammed up, I was just trying to pull the ball out and... God, why did I have to use my dominant hand?
Brett: Hang in there Amber, they're gonna get you free.
Amber: How bad is it? I can't really feel anything.
Severide: We can't see yet.
Amber: I start Notre Dame in the fall to play Division One. I don't have time for an injury.
Severide: All right, Cruz, grab a side.
Cruz: Yep.
Amber: Am I gonna need stitches?
Brett: No, you've got a compound fracture.
Amber: What? Oh, my God.
Violet: I'll get some gauze and a splint.
Severide: Hold tight, okay? This might hurt a little.
Cruz: Clear.
Brett: All right, easy.
Amber: Ow...
Brett: All right, all right. Behind you. Take a seat. You are tough as hell, Amber. You're gonna heal up in no time.
Amber: I hope so. Because if I can't play tennis, I might as well be dead... It's my whole life.
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Outside the firehouse
Cruz: Yo, anything yet?
Ritter: Nah, truck's still there.
Capp: Bolden's note?
Gallo: Hasn't been touched.
Capp: All right, well, I'll take over watching if someone will bring me a sandwich.
Ritter: You sure?
Capp: I want to see what happens when Bolden sets eyes on this guy.
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Firehouse: lounge room
Kidd: Hey, Herrmann... I've been thinking about that favour you asked.
Herrmann: Yeah?
Kidd: And I put in a call to Deputy Commissioner Hill.
Herrmann: You got me a meeting?
Kidd: I got us one. But she's squeezing it in, so we might have five, ten minutes tops.
Herrmann: This is incredible.
Kidd: I do have one condition.
Herrmann: Anything, name it.
Kidd: We write out what we want to say, and we rehearse it... Like we're doing a show at the Steppenwolf.
Herrmann: No problem, yeah.
Kidd: All right? No going off script, no ad-libbing, we dial it in and leave no room for error. I need to make a good impression.
Herrmann: Let's start writing.
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Firehouse: common room
Mouch: Couldn't find a number for Mike Thompson yet, but I talked to his best bud Denny Blasko...
Gallo: Actually, Mouch, we don't need Mike Thompson.
Mouch: You don't?
Ritter: No. We found someone better.
Mouch: Better than the Bullet?
Gallo: Mm-hmm.
Ritter: Yeah.
Mouch: What does this mean?
Gallo: It means you, Mouch.
Mouch: Me?
Ritter: Yeah. I want our group to get a little taste of everything I've learned from you. From the things you said to me when I was locked up on that stairwell, to the skills I learned watching you on every call.
Gallo: And, how you kicked epic amounts of ass on that party store fire.
Ritter:You're the guy we want to hear from.
Mouch: I'm, uh... Let's, uh let me, uh, let me just check my schedule. Make sure I'm free.
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Brett: Have you guys seen Casey?
Gallo: Yeah, he's in his quarters, I think.
Brett: Thank you.
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Firehouse: Casey's quarters
Brett: I'm coming with you to hear the results.
Casey: Sylvie.
Brett: No, I know firefighting is your whole life and you're scared as hell, but so am I, and we can be scared together.
Casey: You have your own life to deal with, I was being selfish.
Brett: Matt Casey, don't argue with me. Just call me when you hear from Carmen, or else.
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CFD: hallway
Herrmann: I think I'm having stage fright.
Kidd: Maybe, I should do all the talking.
Herrmann: Here it is. All right... "Thank you for having us... Thank... Thank... Thank you, thank you for having us"...
Kidd: Listen, hey, forget the script, just speak from your heart... That's something you're always good at.
Carla: Commissioner Hill is ready for you.
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CFD: DC Hill's office
DC Hill: Hm, Stella Kidd from Firehouse 51. When I said call anytime, you didn't hesitate.
Kidd: We so appreciate you meeting with us... I mean, we know how busy you are.
Herrmann: Lieutenant Christopher Herrmann, Engine 51. Thank you so much for taking the time to meet with us.
DC Hill: Well, I hate to be rude, but I have to be in Bridgeport in half an hour, so why don't you give me the CliffsNotes version of whatever brings you here.
Herrmann: Uh, well, to get right to the heart of the matter, we're here about CFD's policy on hiring felons. Now, there is this inmate firefighter from Colorado...
DC Hill: I'm gonna stop you right there.
Herrmann: Are you trying to get some kind of exemption?
DC Hill: Not exactly, I mean... Well, sort of, but I mean... We're hoping that policy can change.
Kidd: Or, the exemption, if that's an option...
DC Hill: It's not, and to be perfectly blunt, a policy change like that will never get the support it needs. Not around here.
Herrmann: Maybe if you knew more about him.
DC Hill: Unfortunately, we can't set that precedent, or it could open us up to lawsuits.
Kidd: Commissioner, respectfully, you and I both had to fight to get our foot in the CFD's door. And we can continue to fight our way up the ladder to prove we belong. This young man isn't perfect. He stole a car when he was 17, but he served his time. And he put his life on the line fighting wildfires, for 80 cents an hour and sometime knocked off his sentence... We might him on a call, where he helped saved the life of a woman when he could have run out the door. He has CFD material written all over him, and he can't even apply. We just want to give him a fair shot.
DC Hill: I appreciate your passion, truly, I do. But... But the CFD is an elite group of men and women. We're exclusionary on purpose. Some people can't be firefighters, no matter how bad they want it.
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Firehouse: entrance
Kidd: Hello? Wow, uh... Thank you. That would be amazing, I... I'm sure he'd be thrilled... Yes, of course... I will put them in touch. Mm-hmm.
Capp: Hey, Chief!
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Firehouse: bullpen
Capp: Chief, he's coming back! The truck guy.
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Street
Boden: Hey! Are you the jerk that ignores a note outside of a firehouse? I wrote a really polite note to try and get... I... Um...
Don: I am so sorry about this. I saw your note the other day, and I meant to come find you, but I just got so caught up with Sister Betty. She's had such a difficult time getting into her apartment since the ALS got its hooks into her.
Boden: Oh, I, uh... You know, I can see now, why you will... Sister Betty, is it? You know, you can park here whenever you need. Here, let me help... Guys, come and help.
Don: Oh, no, we got it.
Boden: Um... Guys, now!
Don: Oh, wow, gosh. This is just so kind of you. You guys are just so nice.
Boden: It's nothing, we're firefighters, and we, um, we like to help the public, you know.
Don: Well, I really will try not to park here again.
Boden: Um... You know, forget anything I said. This space is yours, all day, every day.
Sister Betty: 10 Our Fathers and 15 Hail Marys for the filth on that note before you snatched it away.
Boden: Yes, ma'am... I mean, sister. I will... Do that.
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Molly's patio
Herrmann: Keep the change.
Mason: What's this?
Herrmann: It's called a challenge coin. It used to be that it's only given to station members. Every house had its own coin. It's always good to have one on hand in a firefighter bar, you know, just in case. You see, if someone challenges you and slaps yours down on the bar, and you ain't got your own, you get stuck buying the round.
Mason: Really?
Herrmann: Yeah. It's a old tradition. I hear that it's still a thing they do in St. Paul.
Kidd: I heard that, too. Yeah.
Mason: Um, I don't follow.
Herrmann: We got you an interview with the St. Paul Fire Department.
Mason: To be a firefighter?
Kidd: No guarantees. But it's a foot in the door.
Mason: Wait, what? How?
Herrmann: Because, Stella Kidd here is best friends with the Deputy Commissioner here in Chicago.
Kidd: Not quite, but... We spoke to her, and whatever we said must have landed, because she reached out to a friend in St. Paul who happens to be the Deputy Chief. And he wants to meet you.
Herrmann: I wish we could have helped you out here, but CFD, they got some strict policies...
Mason: Are you kidding? This is unreal... I can't believe you did this for me.
Herrmann: Hey, that, my friend, is just a loaner. Okay? Until you get your own.
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Molly's
Ritter: So, without further ado, let me turn it over to my friend and mentor, Randall McHolland.
Mouch: Ah, boy. Look at all these young faces. I don't have any pearls of wisdom for you folks, I just know that the way you learn to do this job, the way you maximize your chances for survival...
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Street
Brett: Hmm, ooh, what is the tornado omelet?
Grainger: I had no idea omelets were so popular. You're really in the know.
Brett: That's me, cutting edge... Sorry, I gotta take this... Hey. Okay. Of course, yeah, um... I can be there in about 20 minutes... Bye... Um, I'm so sorry to do this. My... My friend just heard that the doctor has results.
Grainger: You warned me this could happen, I can't get upset about that... You left out that the friend you're helping is Casey.
Brett: Oh, I... It's really just a... It's a privacy thing, I mean, he hasn't told a lot of people, I feel... Terrible about ruining another plan, can we reschedule? Any... Any time.
Grainger: I don't think that's such a good idea.
Brett: Why not?
Grainger: I think you have some stuff you need to figure out, Sylvie.
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Practice
Brett: Sorry, I took so long. Any word?
Casey: Nothing. Nurse seemed serious when I gave her my name. Brought me right in.
Brett: It could be nothing.
Dr. Carmen: Sorry to keep you waiting... Matt, in the accident where you hit your head, which side of your body did you fall on?
Casey: Uh... My left.
Dr. Carmen: Mm-hmm. And did you have any shoulder pain afterwards?
Casey: Uh, yeah, but it's mostly gone.
Dr. Carmen: Makes sense now... The weakness on your left side is most likely due to the shoulder injury you're recovering from, not from an injury in the brain. Your MRI is clean.
Brett: Um, but what about the headaches and the tunnel vision?
Dr. Carmen: Most likely caused by post-concussion migraines. It's common with a head injury like yours. It'll go away on its own. In the meantime, we'll get you some migraine medication to manage it.
Casey: Uh... So I'm... I'm clear to work?
Dr. Carmen: Absolutely. I'll talk to Jenny out front, and she'll have your prescription ready for you. It's always nice to deliver good news.
Brett: Matt, you're okay.
Casey: Time to... Head to Molly's. We got some celebrating to do.
Brett: I was thinking the same thing, yes.
Casey: Right.
