Épisode Qu'est ce qu'on fera ensuite ? S09E14

CFD: exam room

Kidd: My first engine drops two lines to the alpha side while my truck opens a vent in the roof. I initiate...

Ralph Conway: Wouldn't early venting add oxygen to the fire?

Kidd: No, sir. Not in this scenario.

Ralph Conway: Explain.

Kidd: Well, the force created by the escaping flames and smoke far exceeds the outside air pressure. So the vent hole aids both the search and fire attack teams. It's a win-win... Then I'd initiate a primary search on two, sending squad up with truck simultaneously following.

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Street

Casey: Everything good? You barely said a word on the ride over.

Severide: I'm just thinking. Kidd's probably on the written portion by now.

Casey: She's gonna knock it out of the park.

Severide: Yeah. No doubt.

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Firehouse: briefing room

Brett: Ah. You get to be the czars at the garage sale this year.

Gallo: Yep. Boden put us in charge.

Ritter: Mm-hmm.

Brett: Huh. Hopefully it works out better than 2017.

Ritter: What happened in 2017?

Cruz: What is that?

Capp: Me being generous. It probably belongs in the Smithsonian, but I am a giving man, so I'm donating it to the garage sale.

Cruz: So your mom finally cleaned out your childhood closet, huh?

Capp: Maybe... This is a big ticket item. Do not lowball me.

Gallo: Um...

Herrmann: Ah, crud. I thought that garage sale was next shift.

Gallo: It is. You were supposed to bring your items today so we have time to price them.

Herrmann: Right.

Ritter: It was all spelled out in the email.

Herrmann: Oh. Mm-hmm.

Ritter: I'm starting to think getting selected for this wasn't so much an honour as a punishment.

Boden: Ah... As everyone can see, the garage sale is next shift to benefit the Firefighters Auxiliary Fund. There will be sign-up sheets in the common room for one hour shifts of manning the tables. I expect everyone to participate.

Ritter: Yep.

Tony: You got it.

Casey: Absolutely.

Violet: Yep, Chief.

Boden: I do not want a repeat of 2017.

Mouch: It is not my fault that I got to the Whirly-Pop Popcorn Maker...

Boden: And snatched it out of an old woman's hand.

Mouch: As I said in 2017 and later in Small Claims court, nobody...

Dispatch: Engine 51, Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61, Structure Fire...

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Street

Boden: 51, get a line in the front door, protect that stairway.

Herrmann: Copy that.

Boden: I want a primary search of all floors. Squad, take the first. Truck, up top. Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Casey: All right. You heard him, 81. Mouch, get the aerial up.

Gallo: Copy that.

Mouch: All right. Stay low, watch the smoke.

Severide: Tony, Capp, you sweep left. Cruz, with me. Let's go... Let's go!

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Building

Severide: Fire department, call out!

Capp: Fire department. Call out!

Severide: Cruz! Get him outside.

Cruz: Copy that... Hey, buddy, I got ya. Come on, let's go.

Pete: Help! Please! My wife!

Severide: Hang on! We'll get you out!

Pete: Help

Severide: I got you! I got you!

Pete: My wife is upstairs! You have to get her!

Severide: We will!

Pete: No! Go get her first! Jess! She's in the office on the third floor in that corner. Hurry up!

Severide: Hey. We have victim up top. Bravo side, female.

Casey: Copy that.

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Street

Casey: Mouch, I need that aerial to the bravo side, up to three.

Mouch: Copy that. Let's move hurry!

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Building

Severide: Right. My truck captain's going to get her, but you gotta come with me.

Pete: Aah!

Severide: Come on, push!

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Street

Gallo: Come on. You're okay... Let's get you to the paramedics... That's everyone on two.

Casey: Mouch, ETA.

Mouch: Five minutes, Captain.

Gallo: I can get to 'em, Captain, but you might not like how.

Casey: Go ahead.

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Pete: No, no. They're still not up there.

Severide: They're working on it. They're working on it.

Pete: You gotta find my wife. Her name is Jess.

Violet: Sir, sit down. Let's get a look at that arm, okay?

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Mouch: That's good.

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Gallo: I've located the victim. She's unconscious.

Casey: Meet you at the window with the sked.

Gallo: Copy that, Captain.

Casey: Thanks.

Gallo: I got it.

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Building

Boden: Herrmann, report.

Herrmann: Ah... Getting hot in here, Chief!

Boden: 51, pull out.

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Gallo: On three. One, two, three.

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Street

Sorce: I got her.

Pete: Oh, no. Jess.

Brett: Sir, sir. Get the stretcher... Stay back... Pulse is weak. Let's get an IV.

Violet: Yep.

Brett: Okay.

Pete: Jess... Can... Can you hear me? It's Pete... I'm right here.

Brett: You can come with us to Med.

Boden: All right, hose her down!

Herrmann: Open it up, boys!

Firefighter: Copy that.

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Severide: That guy wanted me to leave him in the fire ang go get his wife.

Casey: Seriously?

Severide: Yeah. He practically kicked me away.

Casey: Wow. That's devotion... Hey. You guys need a hand?

Herrmann: Nah. We'll meet you back at 51. I gotta swing by the house, pick up a box. Cindy's packing for the garage sale.

Casey: Copy that. 81, load up.

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Outside the firehouse

Severide: Stella should be done by now. I wonder why she's not back.

Casey: I think you're more nervous about all this than she is.

Severide: Ah. To be honest, it's not the test that's on my mind. It's... It's more... What comes next... Wanted to let her focus on making lieutenant, so I've been holding off, but... I wanna talk to her about getting married.

Casey: You gonna propose?

Severide: Not exactly... She always used to say she'd never get married again, so I just wanna put it out there as an idea, see where she's at.

Casey: Huh.

Severide: What's that mean?

Casey: No, no. Nothing. I'm really happy for you, man. That's exciting news.

Severide: Yeah. Thanks... So how'd it go?

Kidd: Those white shirts are like robots. I couldn't get a read on how I was doing at all. I might have aced it. Or completely tanked it. I really have no idea.

Casey: I got a good feeling.

Severide: Yeah, same.

Kidd: I don't know. I just kind of want to put it out of my mind for a bit, you know?

Severide: Yeah. I get it.

Kidd: Yeah.

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Firehouse: garage

Gallo: Yo. Where have you been? We have, like, a million things to price, and Mouch keeps ogling every item like this is "Antiques Roadshow."

Ritter: Yeah, we had to stop by...

Herrmann: Here you go, boys.

Gallo: What's this?

Herrmann: Ah. Beats me. Cindy threw it together.

Gallo: This is gonna take like an hour to price.

Herrmann: Hey. Give me that... Let me teach you guys an old garage sale trick, my friends... All right... Huh.

Gallo: Okay.

Casey: Whoa. What's wrong with your bunker gear?

Ritter: Whoa.

Severide: Looks like a chemical burn.

Herrmann: Guys, everybody get out of your gear now. Let's hit the showers and scrub down.

Kidd: You guys had a hazmat call?

Severide: Not that we knew of.

Casey: What the hell was in that factory?

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Outside the firehouse

Boden: So there were no other signs? No smells, no fire discoloration?

Severide: Not that I saw.

Casey: We should alert Hazmat. Something's not right at that pet food factory.

Violet: Oh. That happened at the fire?

Casey: Apparently.

Violet: There's not much that can melt vinyl. Acetone, toluene... Hm. But my money's on sulfuric acid.

Boden: Why do you say that?

Violet: There's no odor. And sulfuric acid reacts exothermically with water.

Boden: I'll get Hazmat on the case. You see if you can scare up some replacement bunker gear for 51.

Casey: Will do.

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Firehouse: briefing room

Capp: 15 bucks?

Gallo: That's a fair price.

Capp: It's off by orders of magnitude.

Ritter: Okay, well, what's a fair price then, Capp?

Capp: $25.

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Firehouse: locker room

Cruz: And we have to play all these little games, like, Chloe's mom wants, like, a full schedule of baby-themed activities.

Kidd: Wow.

Cruz: And that's just the Zoom one. We still have to have an in-person one for vaccinated friends and family.

Brett: Maybe you need a distraction from all this baby shower planning.

Cruz: Ooh. Anything.

Brett: Well, my apartment is getting fumigated in a couple days, and they're putting me up in a hotel, which is amazing, but they don't allow pets... Veronicat's been getting better. She really has.

Cruz: You know, I would definitely. But Chloe is super allergic to cats.

Brett: Ugh. So is Stella. I never realized how many people had bad cat allergies.

Kidd: It is very, very common.

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Firehouse: entrance

Boden: Hey. Hazmat conducted an inspection of the pet food facility.

Casey: And?

Boden: "No hazardous materials appear to be in use on site."

Severide: Well, something melted those coats.

Casey: Wanna swing by on the way home?

Severide: Sure.

Boden: Okay, good. Let me know what you find.

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Building

Severide: Whoa, hey. Hey. Hey. You shouldn't be in here.

Casey: You're supposed to wait until fire investigators clear the scene.

Pete: Oh. I thought they did that.

Casey: No. It was Hazmat. Who was here looking for sulfuric acid.

Pete: What would I be doing with that? I make pet food.

Severide: How's your wife?

Pete: She's not good.

Severide: Well, I'm sure that the docs at Med are doing everything they can.

Casey: I don't see any signs of acid damage in here.

Severide: Then how the hell did Engine get into it?

Casey: And how did it get on their backs?

Severide: Maybe from dragging their hoses.

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Street

Casey: Engine was over here.

Severide: There... See the pavement? One of these stains keeps going.

Casey: Yeah.

Severide: That's how the fire started... Sulfuric acid.

Casey: You know where this stuff came from?

Pete: These people... City won't clean this lot up, so folks start thinking it's okay to dump their trash here. It's been going on for months. We put up signs. We complained. We take down plate numbers. We report these dumpers. Nobody cares... Now my wife is lying on an operating table, half her skin burnt away.

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Molly's

Brett: I've hit a wall. No one will take in Veronicat.

Severide: You ask Capp? He takes care of his mom's cat all the time.

Brett: He said he had allergies.

Casey: Aren't there places you can pay? Like a kennel?

Brett: Yes. But they want her to come in for a personality test to see how well she gets along with other cats.

Casey: Oh. I see the problem.

Brett: Hey, Capp.

Severide: You ever gonna tell her?

Casey: Tell her what?

Severide: You know what.

Casey: It's not that simple. She's the one who called things off, said Dawson was always gonna be between us.

Severide: You think she's right? Burgess ran all the plate numbers that Pete took down. Only one vehicle came back as big enough to transport that drum. Registered six blocks from the loft. Let's go.

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Street

Severide: That's the vehicle.

Casey: Evening... I'm Captain Casey. This is Lieutenant Severide. We're firefighters for the CFD.

Severide: This your truck?

Vic: You want something hauled, it has to wait till tomorrow.

Severide: What if we want something dumped illegally? Would that be something you could handle?

Casey: You ever dump anything in a vacant lot at 280 E Garfield?

Severide: A 55 gallon drum?

Vic: Look, fellas. I'm just a guy trying to feed his family, okay? And besides, that trash was already there. I just, you know...

Casey: You know what was in that barrel?

Vic: Wastewater, they said.

Casey: Who said?

Vic: I don't know. I... Look, I just pick up these little jobs on that phone app, Truck Trade. People pay me to move stuff or haul it away. If they don't pay me enough to cover the landfill fees...

Casey: Who gave you the barrel?

Vic: I... I do a dozen jobs a day. I don't remember every customer.

Severide: You better remember this one. That barrel was filled with acid. It started a fire that put a woman in the ICU.

Vic: No. Wait. I checked that barrel out myself. It smelled fine.

Casey: Sulfuric acid is odorless.

Vic: Look, I didn't know that's what it was, I swear.

Casey: Then who does?

Vic: It's a gardening company... Uh, All-Organic Pots and Plants.

Severide: See? That wasn't so hard.

Vic: That lady, she's gonna be all right? Am I in trouble?

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Street

Severide: Okay. Thanks for the heads up, Burgess.

Casey: What'd she say?

Severide: She went to go pick up that truck driver, but he's in the wind.

Casey: Not surprised. Seems pretty spooked.

Severide: Yeah, but without his statement, PD can't even get a warrant to search the pots and plants company. They won't even get a slap on the wrist. I can't get break that news to Pete. Poor guy's been through the ringer.

Casey: Yeah. Maybe we should pay this place a visit.

Severide: Let's clear it with Boden... Hey.

Kidd: Hey.

Severide: The results come in?

Kidd: No. Not yet... You couldn't find a willing victim?

Brett: No. Aww.

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Firehouse: garage

Brett: I hope being at 51 doesn't overstimulate her.

Casey: Put her in my office. No one will bother her there. Or vice versa.

Brett: Oh. You're the best. Whoop.

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Outside the firehouse

Mouch: The early birds are the professionals, boys. You just have to survive this part of the day without getting your pockets picked.

Old woman: This says $11. How do I know it works?

Ritter: Oh. You can take it inside the app floor there and just plug it in.

Old woman: I'll just give ya 3 for it.

Ritter: I think we can accept no less than 10.

Old woman: Oh. Well, all I have is 4... That's okay. I don't need it.

Mouch: Oldest trick in the book.

Ritter: Sold. Thank you for coming, ma'am.

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All-Organic Pots and Plants

Casey: "Care for mother earth with our all-organic products."

Joaquin: Gentlemen, welcome to All-Organic Pots and Plants. I'm Joaquin... Founder, owner. If you're here for an inspection, we had somebody come last month. But I understands how these things can get mixed up.

Casey: We've just got some questions about your fertilizer.

Joaquin: Sure. Is CFD starting a community garden? We'd be happy to sponsor.

Casey: We just need you to tell us what's in it.

Joaquin: SAll right. We use a totally all-organic blend of macronutrients, everything from fish proteins to mushroom spores.

Casey: What about sulfuric acid?

Joaquin: Absolutely not. Everything we use is eco-friendly and...

Severide: All-organic.

Casey: Ever heard of an app called Truck Trade?

Joaquin: Sorry.

Casey: A fly dumper said you hired him through the app to get rid of a barrel of acid.

Joaquin: I'm not familiar with the app, and again, we don't use chemicals in our products. You know, my assistant is buzzing me in for a meeting. If you have any other questions, please don't hesitate to reach out. And if you do decide to establish that garden, we're happy to help.

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Firehouse: lounge room

Gallo: Oh, my God. That was the most stress we've ever had on this job. And I'm including the gas station call from months ago.

Ritter: Yeah. And Mouch had a running commentary on every sale I made, most of which was abject disappointment.

Gallo: Yeah, well, I'm glad to turn it over to him for a couple hours.

Ritter: Yeah.

Gallo: Ooh!

Brett: Uh-oh.

Violet: What-oh?

Brett: Well, Casey told me I could keep Veronicat in his office. I'm thinking he probably meant for me to keep her in the pet carrier.

Ritter: I think she's testing the room for weakness.

Boden: Aren't you supposed to be out on the garage sale floor?

Gallo: Well, we just...

Boden: What the hell is that?

Brett: Veronicat.

Boden: What's it doing in my firehouse?

Dispatch: Ambo 61, person in distress. 736 West Hubbard.

Violet: Guess we gotta go.

Boden: You two, corral the animal. And keep it outside. Now.

Gallo: Come on.

Ritter: Yep.

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Street

Violet: Ooh, a dentist's office. This should be good.

Brett: Define "good."

Violet: Oh, I kind of groove on the gross ones.

Brett: Oh.

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Dentist's office

Brett: What do we have?

Receptionnist: He's, um, stuck.

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Dental assistant: I was supposed to set the mold. Dr. Lee had a family emergency. But I used plaster powder instead of alginate. I didn't realize...

Brett: Called Med for a Versed order. Try to relax, okay? We're gonna get these molds out. Uh, what's his name?

Dental assistant: Mr. Spilatro.

Brett: Okay. Mr. Spilatro, I'm gonna need you to hold real still, okay? Give me the dental drill... Hey. If you jerk around, you're gonna get a bloody lip along with cement in your mouth, okay? Versed.

Violet: 2 milligrams going in.

Brett: I need you to spread your lips as wide as you can... Okay. You're doing great... Try and pull that apart.

Mr. Spilatro: Mm!

Brett: All right. Let's get him in the stair chair and off to Med. We're gonna get a maxillofacial surgeon to remove the rest of the plaster and the trays.

Violet: He's not coming back.

Brett: Gross enough for you?

Violet: Mm. Can't say I'm not a little disappointed.

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Outside the firehouse

Bald man: I just want this as a gag gift.

Mouch: It was no joke winning the Midwestern Semi-Am, sir. 25, final offer. You can have three puzzles for $5, all pieces in the bag guaranteed. Local artist, oil on canvas, $45 or best offer.

Granny: How much for this guy?

Mouch: It's yours for $30. Okay? Okay. I will give you the three records, the DVD player, whatever that is, and the mystery box for $87.

Beard man: Sold.

Mouch: Boom. Thank you.

Gallo: Wow. You're amazing.

Mouch: Who runs Barter Town? Mouch runs Barter Town! What's the bowl of water for?

Ritter: Oh. It's for Veronicat. We brought her out here 'cause she was tearing up the firehouse... Don't tell me... Oh. We have to get her back before Brett finds out.

Mouch: Okay, okay. Uh... As soon as this sale is over, I will solve this.

Gallo: What?

Mouch: I will solve this.

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CMED

Pete: I sit there, holding her hand, hoping that she'll wake up, you know? But...

Severide: Hey. Hang in there, Pete.

Casey: We just wanted to come by and give you an update on our end.

Pete: You find the scum that dumped that barrel?

Severide: Actually, yeah.

Pete: Seriously?

Casey: From one of the plate numbers you provided.

Severide: Guy says he works for this company, All-Organic Pots and Plants.

Casey: Sounds like the plant guy is using sulfuric acid to make his fertilizer, then paying guys on the cheap to get rid of the waste so he can avoid hefty disposal fees. Fly dumping, it's called.

Pete: You got 'em... That... That's great, I mean... Isn't it, I mean... They're bringing charges, right?

Severide: That's the plan... But the driver's in the wind.

Pete: But you got the plant guy, right?

Severide: They can't get a warrant to go after the plant guy without a statement from the driver.

Casey: And even then, the reality is he'll probably get off with a fine since he wasn't the one who actually dumped it.

Pete: Excuse me, guys.

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Firehouse: Boden's office

Casey: I know we can't pin the fire on this pots and plants jackass. I just wish we could make sure he gets the maximum penalty for any hazardous waste regulation he's ever violated.

Boden: But you've ID'd the driver. You've turned the information over to the police. Doesn't it seem like we're out of moves?

Severide: All we need to do is find one barrel of acid on this guy's property, and match it to the one from the dump site... But we've already showed our cards.

Casey: Yeah. He knows we're on to him. He won't invite us inside again.

Boden: Huh.

Herrmann: He doesn't know all of us.

Boden: Okay. What's your plan?

Herrmann: This truck app thing... Anybody can use it?

Severide: Guess so.

Herrmann: Can I borrow your pickup?

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Outside the firehouse

Guy: Here you go.

Mouch: Thank you. Enjoy.

Guy: Thank you, sir.

Mouch: Okay. That's 5:00. Let's start hauling in whatever remains, or we'll be here dickering with leftover surfers till midnight.

Ritter: I have a total. Uh, we are 200 shy of $5,000.

Gallo: That's amazing.

Ritter: I have to say, Mouch, you were a force.

Mouch: I was, wasn't I?

Gallo: Except for when you sold Veronicat.

Brett: What? You sold Veronicat?

Ritter: Um...

Gallo: Okay, okay. Boden told us to corral her...

Mouch: There was this woman... She was very hard to understand.

Brett: You sold Veronicat.

Ritter: Well, we think we know where the lady lives. We were gonna go over there and...

Brett: No! Don't you dare. I have been praying for something like this to happen. Deliver me from evil. Wait. How much did you say you were short of $5,000?

Ritter: Uh, 200?

Brett: Okay, I will... I will write you a check for that amount to assuage my guilty conscience, but also to benefit the, um...

Ritter: The Firefighters Auxiliary.

Brett: Yeah. That. Okay.

Mouch: Ha!

Gallo: Yeah!

Mouch: All right. Ope, sorry, sir. Garage sale's over.

Man: I just need to give you this.

Mouch: No refunds, no returns, right there on the sign.

Man: You are Randall McHolland?

Mouch: Yes, I am.

Man: You're gonna wanna read this.

Ritter: Mouch, what is it?

Mouch: Uh... You remember the Party Supply fire?

Gallo: The one where you carried a girl out as a massive fireball chased you? Yeah.

Mouch: I, uh... Well, they're giving me the Firefighter's Award of Valor for it.

Brett: Wow!

Ritter: Mouch, that's incredible.

Mouch: Huh?

Ritter: Hey. Man!

Gallo: Congrats.

Mouch: Ah. Let's pack it up!

Ritter: Yep.

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Street

Herrmann: Uh, hey there. Um. I'm supposed to haul away a barrel?

Pots worker: A barrel?

Herrmann: Yeah. Somebody ordered a pickup, you know, through this Truck Trade app.

Pots worker: All right. Give me a minute.

Joaquin: Think there's been a mistake. No one here put in a pickup request.

Herrmann: Oh, well, look, I just go where the app tells me, so...

Joaquin: Can I see the order?

Herrmann: What?

Joaquin: The email confirmation. Show it to me.

Herrmann: Yeah. Oh, right, um... Ahh! It just logged me out. All right. It just said that I was supposed to come here for a pickup. Now if you're telling me that it was a mistake...

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Severide's car

Casey: Yeah. This is not working.

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Street

Pete: You the owner?

Joaquin: Yes.

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Severide's car

Severide: What's that about?

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Street

Pete: You the guy that runs this place?

Joaquin: Yeah. Can I help you, sir?

Herrmann: Hey, hey, hey! Take it easy. Take it easy. Hey, come on! Come on!

Severide: This is not the way, Pete.

Joaquin: What the hell is this?

Pete: It's payback, you son of a bitch!

Severide: Hey. Hey... Stay back! Where are the barrels?

Joaquin: What barrels?

Severide: Where are the barrels? Where are the barrels?

Joaquin: Don't talk to them.

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Storage

Joaquin: Get the hell out of there! This is private property. You have no right... Leave now, or I'm calling the police.

Severide: This is Lieutenant Kelly Severide. I need a Plan One Hazmat response rolled to 1570 Cortez Street... Thank you... This is now an emergency response site overseen by the CFD.

Casey: You should feel free to call the police. It'll save us the trouble.

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CMED

Pete: She came out of her coma a little bit ago. Just sleeping now.

Severide: That's great news.

Pete: Uh, thank you for pulling me off that guy. I'm not sure how far I would've taken it. Sorry to get involved.

Casey: If we're being honest... It was pretty satisfying to watch.

Pete: Well, I thought I was gonna lose my best friend... Thank you both again.

Severide: I wonder if she knows how much he loves her.

Casey: She knows.

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Molly's

Ritter: Yo, the Auxiliary Fund was excited. They even wanna mention us in the monthly newsletter.

Mouch: Yeah? Great.

Ritter: It's a shame we couldn't sell that.

Mouch: Oh, I sold it. Back to him. But he does this every year just so he can prove he fits into it.

Ritter: Well, today is a pretty good day for vintage Mouch. Congratulations again on your big honour.

Mouch:Ah.

Gallo: When's the ceremony?

Mouch:I'm not sure actually.

Ritter: Well, save us two seats right in the front row.

Mouch:Oh, you got it.

Ritter: Yeah.

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Kidd: Still? It's normal that I haven't heard about the test?

Severide: Totally. Still.

Casey: He's right.

Kidd: Mm-kay. I just, um... I just gotta keep busy. Working the bar is good for that. Um... You know I'm gonna need some major distraction when I get home, right?

Severide: I think I can provide.

Kidd: You are so selfless.

Casey: You two have that connection we saw with Pete and his wife. The kind people look for their whole lives. My advice? You're overthinking this marriage thing. You don't need to talk it over with Stella. You just need to propose... You think I'm wrong?

Severide: No. You're probably dead-on. It's just... You're telling me to stop second-guessing everything and take action?

Casey: In so many words, yeah.

Severide: Well, then I'd say maybe you should take your own advice.

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Herrmann: Hey, Chief. What'll ya have?

Boden: I'm gonna need to speak to Kidd... Um... Headquarters called. Exam results are in... So I'm gonna need a round for the house... Lieutenant.

Mouch: Oh!

Gallo: Whoo!

Brett: What? What?

Severide: I knew you could do it.