Street
Boden: A cat soaked in gasoline?
Severide: It's creepy, right?
Boden: To say the least. That doesn't seem like a very efficient way to start a fire.
Severide: It is if you lay down trailers of accelerant everywhere, set the cat on fire. Let the cat do the rest of the work.
Boden: Does OFI got any suspects?
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Outside the firehouse
Severide: No witnesses, no lead. Van Meter's gonna stop by later to check out our incident report. Maybe one of our guys saw something that might help.
Boden: I have a feeling that's not the only reason why he's stopping by.
Severide: What do you mean?
Boden: Hmm.
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Firehouse: common room
Gallo: So what house did you float in from?
Floater: 31, over on Damen and Addison.
Mouch: Armitage. 31's in Bucktown.
Floater: I lose track of where all the houses are.
Cruz: Whoa, Cruz. Hey, you... You spilled coffee on your shirt. And it's inside out.
Herrmann: Let's pump the brakes on the caffeine, Joe. You gotta use it tactically and not a meal replacement. I learned that one the hard way.
Cruz: If I could just get three hours of uninterrupted sleep.
Herrmann: Yeah, now trust me, your body, it'll adjust. You know, when Lee Henry first came home, that kid... Mouch, you plan on answering that?
Mouch: It's Trudy's cousin, the talkative one.
Gallo: Just silence the call so the rest of us don't have to hear it ring.
Mouch: Huh, when did that button start doing that?
Ritter: Uh, about as long as the phone's been out.
Gallo: Come on, it's like cellphone 101.
Dispatch: Truck 81... No, sorry, uh, Engine 51. Ambulance 61, person injured at 1056 Hudson, uh, Avenue.
Gallo: That was an actual person.
Herrmann: I haven't heard that in a long time.
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Street
Acosta: What are you doing, Herrmann? Trying to poach our run?
Herrmann: Like hell, Acosta. We were dispatched to this location. But where's the emergency?
Ritter: Did we get the right address?
Herrmann: Ah, 51...
Julian: Down here! We've been waiting for, like, over 20 minutes. I called twice.
Herrmann: Okay, what's going on?
Julian: We were balling. Al did this crazy dunk and then all of a sudden, the whole thing just came down on him.
Herrmann: Okay.
Julian: We haven't moved him. My mom's a nurse. She schooled me on that.
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Basket ball court
Herrmann: All right, good deal. Come on. Hey, guys, give us some room.
Julian: Back up, back up.
Alistair: Help me, please.
Herrmann: Engine 51 to main, we have an impale victim. We need a truck sent over to cut through a steel rim.
Dispatch: We have a truck company en route.
Herrmann: No, you sent an engine. Two, actually.
Brett: Herrmann, he's lost a lot of blood. We need to get him to Med before he has permanent nerve damage.
Herrmann: Hey, Acosta, can you grab your crew, go knock on doors. See if you can find anything to cut through this steel brace. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey, what's your name, pal?
Alistair: Alistair. My friends call me Al.
Herrmann: Uh-huh. Yeah. Are you a junior? 'Cause I know an Al who liked to showboat on the court, too... Hey, hang tight. Gonna get this off you, all right?
Ritter: Look, they did send a truck company.
Herrmann: Hey, Cromwell, I need your angle grinder!
Cromwell: Sampson, grab the angle grinder!
Sampson: Copy that!
Brett: As soon as he's free, I'll wrap a figure eight to hold that rim in place. Let's grab the Kerlix.
Cromwell: What are you guys doing here?
Herrmann: Dispatch sent over half the CFD for some reason, I know. They got their wires crossed. Okay, Cromwell, you guys grab this backboard and hold it steady, all right? Ritter, clamp your vice grips on this brace right above the impale, all right? Hold it steady while I cut. Hey, Al, Al, Al, I need you to stay perfectly still.
Julian: Yo, y'all are hurting him!
Herrmann: Hey, we gotta cut the brace free to transport him to the hospital, okay? Come on... All right, we're good. Lift.
Brett: One, two, three... Bring it toward me. Thank you. Help me out, Herrmann... Yep, right there.
Herrmann: Keep breathing. There you go. Hard part's over.
Brett: All right, let's get him on the stretcher.
Violet: Yeah.
Brett: One, two, three.
Violet: Nice to have all the extra hands around for once.
Brett: Okay, let's go.
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Firehouse: Boden's office
Boden: The incident reports are yours to take, and we can run copies of the logbook if you need them
Van Meter: Great, although I'm not seeing anything here that we don't already know. None of your guys saw anything suspicious in or around the church?
Severide: No, the only thing we felt was out f place was the cat... Hey, Seager.
Seager: Hey, Severide. Sounds like the sharpest arson investigation team in the Midwest is back together, huh?
Severide: Is it?
Van Meter: I haven't broached the subject yet.
Boden: Van Meter... You trying to commandeer my Lieutenant again?
Van Meter: We got a very twisted arsonist out there. We don't know the first thing about him.
Seager: Or her.
Van Meter: Which means we don't know the first thing about their motives or their intentions. Are they planning more attacks?
Boden: I got it. Save your breath. You want in on this investigation?
Severide: Yeah, I wanna find this psycho.
Boden: Okay, I'll put Cruz in charge of Squad, try and find a floater. He's all yours, Van Meter.
Van Meter: Thanks, Chief.
Boden: Go on, get out of here.
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Firehouse: bullpen
Severide: What's our first move?
Seager: We need to tell the priest that what happened to his church wasn't an accident.
Severide: Father Anthony? I met him on the scene.
Seager: Good. Let's go see if he has any idea who'd wanna do something like this... This is gonna be fun, Severide.
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Firehouse: hallway
Severide: You're the only person I know who thinks arson investigations are fun.
Seager: The only one?
Severide: Yeah.
Seager: I saw how fast you got to your feet just now.
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Firehouse: garage
Violet: Did you hear those paramedics arguing outside of Med? Turns out they had all been called to the same OD over on 123rd.
Brett: Yeah, dispatch is having some major issues today. I'm gonna reach out to Hannah at the call center and see what's going on.
Violet: Yeah. What's wrong?
Brett: My phone, it's not here... Hey, will you call me?
Violet: Yeah. I saw you on it this morning.
Brett: Yeah, I was leaving Casey a voicemail. It's his first shift. I'm waiting for him to call back.
Violet: Do you have the Find My Phone app?
Brett: Yes, only on my phone.
Violet: Okay, um, maybe you left it at Med. We can swing by there on our next call.
Brett: How did I lose my phone? My head is not on straight today.
Violet: Mm.
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Outside church
Father Anthony: With the love and support of this neighborhood and this great city, I know that it won't take us long to rebuild and to make our church whole again. Till then, remember what the Lord said to Joshua, "Be strong and steadfast. Do not fear or be dismayed and know the Lord, your God, is with you wherever you go."
Crowd: Amen.
Father Anthony: Thank you. Thank you so much for your support. Thanks for coming. Thank you.
Severide: Hey, Father. Do you remember me? I was one of the firefighters from the other day.
Father Anthony: Oh, yes, bless you. You folks are extraordinary.
Severide: This is Lieutenant Seager. She's with the Office of Fire Investigation.
Seager: Hi, Father, can we have a moment of your time?
Father Anthony: Of course, how can I help?
Seager: We're investigating the cause of the fire, and I'm afraid we have reason to believe someone set it intentionally.
Father Anthony: I see.
Seager: In fact, we think someone actually used the church cat to spread the fire.
Father Anthony: That poor thing.
Severide: Father... Why do I get the feeling that none of this is news to you?
Father Anthony: How do you mean?
Severide: Well, we just told you someone lit your cat on fire and burned down your church, and you don't have a single follow-up question... Like, do we know who did it?
Father Anthony: Do you?
Seager: Can you think of anyone who may have wanted to target your church?
Father Anthony: I'm sorry, I can't help you there.
Severide: Can't or won't?
Father Anthony: I can't. I'm sorry.
Seager: Father, did you receive a confession related to the fire?
Father Anthony: All I can say is... I thank the Lord that Sister Montclair wasn't hurt in the fire... Good luck with your investigation.
Severide: Father...
Seager: He can't talk.
Severide: And we can't have a deranged arsonist roaming the city.
Seager: I'm guessing you weren't raised Catholic?
Severide: Sure, I was... Sort of.
Seager: I've got a devout mother and 12 years of Catholic school under my belt. So believe me when I tell you, the sacrament seal outweighs any form of professional confidentiality.
Severide: So he's gonna protect someone who tried to kill him and his entire church?
Seager: He has to. Who's Sister Montclair? Somebody you guys pulled out of the fire?
Severide: No. I don't know why he said that.
Seager: If he can't give us any information, maybe he's pointing us towards someone who can.
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Firehouse: Boden's office
Boden: Okay, okay... Kylie!
Kylie: Okay, okay, yeah, I will... I will tell him right away... Chief, headquarters is on the phone.
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Firehouse: briefing room
Boden: Okay, everybody... Listen up... Just got off the phone with HQ. There has been a major security breach of the city's computer networks. The hackers have taken down a number of municipal servers, and they are refusing to put it back online unless their ransom demands are met... The city has no intention of playing ball with cybercriminals. The office of communication is working to restore the network, but the breach has infiltrated the server that operates the computer-aided dispatch system.
Herrmann: Wait, does this mean that...
Boden: The entire 911 call center... Is down.
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Firehouse: hallway
Herrmann: With CAD down, we're turning back the hands of time.
Ritter: Uh, how far back are we turning them?
Herrmann: A couple of decades, give or take.
Mouch: That was when we had to rely on our instincts, not just gadgets and gizmos.
Gallo: Oh, come on. You use them, too. Not to their full potential, but... I don't see you flipping through a road atlas.
Mouch: I'm actually impressed you know what that is. MY POINT: I know how to exist without them.
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Firehouse: entrance
Kylie: Are we gonna need all this stuff?
Herrmann: Yeah, some are for us and some are to lend to new houses, you know, that aren't stocked with the same old equipment that we got.
Mouch: That's where you three come in. Meet your new best friends: walkies, landlines, and something I'm positive was a little before your time, pen and paper.
Herrmann: Everything that comes in and out of here has to be logged by hand.
Gallo: Or we could create a digital spreadsheet and share via a cloud-based service.
Mouch: Gallo, have you received a single notification since the routers went dead?
Gallo: Hmm, I don't have a... Ritter, can you load anything?
Ritter: No service.
Mouch: Without Wi-Fi, this place is a dead zone.
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Brett: Um, can I steal you two for a moment?
Herrmann: Yeah, sure. Everything good?
Brett: Yeah, my friend, Hannah, she's a senior operator at the 911 call center. She wants to speak with you.
Mouch: She asked for us? By name?
Brett: Not exactly. She asked for the BG guys.
Herrmann: Yeah, she meant the OG guys.
Brett: No, she means the guys who've been here since before Google.
Mouch: Oh.
Herrmann: Yeah.
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Saint Sebastian: waiting room
Severide: That sounds like a nightmare, Chief. Let me know if you need me to come back... Okay.
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Saint Sebastian: bullpen
Severide: This ransomware thing did a real number on the alarm office.
Seager: It's got computers locked up at OFI, too. Van Meter's having a nervous breakdown... How's Stella doing?
Severide: Kicked ass in Boston setting up "Girls on Fire." Now they want her to go to Connecticut to set it up in a few cities there.
Seager: Wow, that's great. How long is she gone?
Severide: I'm not sure yet... It could be a few more weeks.
Seager: Well, if you're free, looking for a drinking buddy in the meantime, I'm happy to meet up at Molly's or wherever.
Severide: Cool.
Sister Montclair: Hello, I'm Sister Montclair. Sorry to keep you waiting. This church fire has thrown the whole school into disarray.
Seager: Thanks for letting us interrupt. I'm Lieutenant Wendy Seager with the CFD's Office of Fire Investigation. This is Lieutenant Kelly Severide.
Sister Montclair: Uh, what can I do for you?
Severide: We're here to investigate the cause of the fire, and we wanted to see if you might know anything about it.
Sister Montclair: I wasn't there, so I don't know how I could have.
Seager: You weren't at the fire?
Sister Montclair: Nowhere near it... Who told you I was?
Severide: Father Anthony. He didn't say you were actually there, but he seemed to suggest that you might have some idea who started it... Do you know of anyone who might have...
Sister Montclair: Mosiah Adler.
Seager: Who's that?
Sister Montclair: A student... A former student. We expelled him last year after he lit a classmate's hair on fire.
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Firehouse: bullpen
Boden: All right, slight change of plans. Alarm office has requested that 51 to operate like a 911 satellite office.
Ritter: What does that mean?
Mouch: It means emergency calls will be routed directly to our bullpen and we will now dispatch for the city of Chicago.
Cruz: Wh... What happens if we get dispatched?
Boden: You won't be. I'm taking 81, 51, and Squad out of service until further notice. The city is low on ambos, so 61 is still active.
Brett: Figured.
Herrmann: Hey, listen up. 'Cause we're gonna go live any minute. We all know that there are 98 firehouses in this city and we are gonna be tracking all of them.
Cruz: There's no way that we can keep up with all of Chicago's companies manually.
Herrmann: Where there's a will, there's a way, Joe. Okay, everybody empty your pockets... Seriously, I need... I need loose change.
Capp: We're getting this back, right?
Cruz: Capp, just put the coins in the cup.
Boden: Eyes on Mouch.
Mouch: Right this way. This here is our holy grail. It's how we will track which fire companies are home and which are on a call.
Herrmann: That's where your change comes in, all right? Okay, engines are quarters.
Capp: Why do engines get to be the quarters?
Cruz: That is a valid question.
Herrmann: All right, we put out the... Okay, fine. Squad is quarters, engines are dimes, trucks are nickels, and ambos are pennies. Everybody happy?
Violet: Not really.
Mouch: When a company is on a run, remove its assigned coin. When they return, put the coin back on the square.
Herrmann: All right, Cruz, Capp, Tony, you guys are our call takers. We need to know the who, what, when, and where of the emergencies.
Mouch: Ritter and Gallo, you two will be deciphering their call notes and logging them.
Herrmann: Legible notes without the techie shorthand or the nonsense abbreviations.
Mouch: I'm talking to you, millennials.
Boden: Okay, let's do this... On a wing and a prayer. Let's go, let's go, let's go.
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Mosiah Adler's house: front door
Mosiah Adler: Yo, what's up?
Seager: We're looking for Mosiah Adler.
Mosiah Adler: Who is?
Severide: We're with the Chicago Fire Department.
Mosiah Adler: So what do you want from me?
Seager: You're Mosiah? Mosiah, are your parents home?
Mosiah Adler: You don't need my parents. You got something to say, say it to me.
Seager: Okay. Are you aware there was a fire at St. Sebastian's on Wednesday?
Mosiah Adler: You think I got something to do with it.
Severide: You do have a history.
Mosiah Adler: Yeah, that's gonna dog me forever? It was a prank. I threw one of those tiny firecrackers at her. I didn't know it was gonna light up her hair gel. It was stupid. I get it. Now you think I'm some kind of firebug?
Severide: So you don't know anything about the church fire?
Mosiah Adler: I know I ain't got nothing to do with it.
Severide: But how do we know that?
Mosiah Adler: 'Cause I'm telling you. I have... Wednesday, you said?
Seager: The fire was Wednesday morning, yes.
Mosiah Adler: Oh, I got you now.
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Mosiah Adler's house: living room
Mosiah Adler: Yeah, read it and weep. That's my uncle. His funeral was on Wednesday. Now you tell me how I'm gonna start a fire in the church when I'm in Evanston helping my cousins carry my Uncle Eddie's coffin, huh? Yeah, you can tell Sister Montclair she can stop worrying about what I'm up to. She got enough to worry about with Father Anthony.
Seager: And why should she worry of Father Anthony?
Mosiah Adler: He's in big trouble. That's what I heard.
Severide: What kinda trouble?
Mosiah Adler: With the church. Yeah, I still got a lot of friends at school. They said the archbishop is all in his business. He said he might lose his parish.
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Firehouse: bullpen
67: 67 to main. Back now.
Herrmann: 67 and the group returning to quarters.
Cruz: Is she still breathing? Can you tell if she's still breathing?
Capp: 911, what's your emergency?
Cruz: She overdosed in the bathtub? They both overdosed.
Tony: You smell smoke? Oh, you see smoke. Do you have an address for me?
Herrmann: Kylie, call Firehouse 41 on the marshall line. They're not responding to the radio.
Kylie: On it.
Cruz: Is he breathing?
Kylie: Hi, this is Kylie...
Mouch: Has Engine 17 returned from the car fire in West Town?
Ritter: Um... About 16 minutes ago.
Mouch: Where's their dime?
Herrmann: Dime down.
Kylie: All right, I will take your...
Cruz: Hey, Gallo, I need to see the call logs from two calls back.
Gallo: Copy... Here you go.
Boden: How we doing?
Herrmann: Eh, good, chief, but we got our hands full.
Mouch: Mm-hmm.
Capp: Bathroom break. Cover me.
Ritter: 911, what's your emergency? I'm sorry, I can't hear you. Can you repeat the address? 521 East Randolph.
Mouch: Ritter, it can't be East Randolph. That would be in Lake Michigan.
Ritter: I can't hear her. I think there's a short in the cord. It's staticky.
Mouch: Bring the phone over. Kylie, we need another phone cord.
Kylie: I'm on it.
Mouch: Ma'am, can you repeat that address for me?
Caller: I think I cut an artery. Please, I don't wanna die. There's blood everywhere... I feel lightheaded.
Mouch: Hang in there. We're getting someone over to you now. Chief.
Boden: 89 should be close.
Herrmann: Main to Ambo 89... I repeat, main to Ambo 89.
Gallo: Herrmann, Ambo 89 hasn't returned from Lake Shore yet.
Herrmann: Then why aren't they answering the freaking walkie and telling me that?
Gallo: Don't shoot the messenger.
Boden: Okay, who else is nearby?
Cruz: Uh... Oh, 61 is a block away, just leaving Med.
Herrmann: Main to Ambo 61.
Mouch: Okay, you need to apply pressure on the wound until the paramedics arrive. Is there anything nearby you can make a tourniquet out of, like a belt or a tie?
Brett: This is 61.
Herrmann: Hey, we have a caller in distress at 521 West Randolph. Uh, she's in need of assistance ASAP.
Brett: Copy that.
Caller: I have the belt on my apron.
Mouch: Perfect. Now, take that belt and tie it above the wound carefully. Can you do that for me?
Caller: Okay.
Brett: 61 to Main, we're en route about a block north of that location.
Herrmann: Ah. Music to my ears, 61. She sliced her artery while she was cooking. She's bleeding out fast.
Brett: We're on it.
Caller: Okay, I did it.
Mouch: Okay, great. Do you have a pen or pencil nearby or anything similar?
Caller: I have some chopsticks.
Mouch: Even better. Okay, you're gonna place the chopstick in the knot and twist it until the bleeding stops... Has the bleeding stopped? Hello? Hello?
Boden: Ritter, did we lose her?
Ritter: We're still connected.
Cruz: She could've passed out from the blood loss.
Herrmann:Main to Ambo 61, what's your location? Main to Ambo 61, do you copy? Will someone give me a new walkie?
Mouch: Hello? Brett, is that you guys? Hello? Hello?
Brett: We got her. She's unconscious, but breathing. I'll keep you updated.
Mouch: Whew.
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Seager's car
Seager: Is the idea Father Anthony burned down his own church?
Severide: Anything's possible. All we know for sure is that Mosiah Adler is in the clear.
Seager: If his alibi checks out.
Severide: It will. I mean, come on, you saw him with that cat. He's not our sicko.
Seager: I guess we could head over to Archdiocese, see if they'll answer some questions.
Severide: Then let's do it 'cause there's a chance the good Father deliberately led us astray with that whole confession thing.
Seager: All right, then. Off to Archdiocese.
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Firehouse: garage
Neighbour: Hey! Help! Help! I need help now!
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Firehouse: bullpen
Mouch: Copy that, six is out.
Kylie: Hey, his garage is on fire. He just ran over here.
Neighbour: I try calling 911, but it just kept ringing.
Cruz: What's the address?
Neighbour: 1317 South Throop. It's just a few blocks over.
Cruz: Got it.
Mouch: Damn, nearest engine's 46, and they're on a run.
Cruz: Nope, the nearest engine is sitting right there on our app floor.
Mouch: It's out of service. I need Herrmann on the board with me.
Cruz: Herrmann, make me acting Lieutenant I'll take Capp and Tony out there.
Herrmann: How am I gonna clear that with HQ while they're in knots over this cyber-attack?
Boden: Your newly-appointed Deputy District Chief approves the personnel change. Cruz, take command of 51. Capp, Tony, let's go.
Gallo: Oh, when did that button get there?
Mouch: When the room was built. That's like Firehouse 101... All right.
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Basket ball court
Violet: Well, new phones have all sorts of cool updated features and the cameras are amazing now.
Brett: Yeah, it's just the old one had tons of photos of me and Casey and voicemails he's been leaving every morning since he got to Oregon.
Violet: That sucks. I know. Hey, but think of it this way. You'll take more pictures when you go visit and he will leave more voicemails.
Brett: I'm sorry for all of the wallowing. I've been trying really hard not to wallow. No more, I swear. Let's just head back to 51 and see if we can help with all the craziness.
Violet: And maybe get Lulu's hot dogs on the way if we don't get a call first?
Brett: Oh, yes.
Violet: Okay.
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Saint Sebastian rectory offices: office
Severide: We just need to talk to someone about Father Anthony.
Seager: It could be anyone with information on the church's investigation at the St. Sebastian.
Assistant: I understand, but that meeting would have to be approved by the archbishop, and he's traveling right now.
Severide: Can someone call the archbishop, get approval? It's urgent.
Assistant: If you leave your name and number, his office can contact you when we hear from him. I'm sorry. Right now, that's the best I can do.
Severide: Thanks... That was a brick wall.
Seager: Yeah. But you know who has the tea on every tenant in my building? The super.
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Saint Sebastian rectory offices: waiting room
Seager: Hi. I'm Wendy. This is Kelly.
Louis: Hi, my name's Louis... You're asking about Father Anthony? I heard you.
Severide: You know him?
Louis: I've seen him in and out of here a lot the last couple months. I don't know exactly what's going on, but I can tell you, they've been looking into St. Sebastian's donation books. Everyone knows Father Anthony is old school. No computers, paper only. And I heard he stalled on handing over his ledgers.
Seager: Stalled? So he eventually turned them in?
Louis: No, because all his parish papers? They burnt up in that fire.
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CFD: hallway
Van Meter: So far, all the sharpest arson team in the Midwest has is hearsay from a juvenile delinquent and a janitor. Do I have that right?
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CFD: Van Meter's office
Severide: When you put it that way, it doesn't sound so impressive. But, Van Meter, my gut's telling me there's something here.
Van Meter: How about your gut?
Seager: I think it's worth digging deeper. And frankly, it'd be reckless not to.
Van Meter: But if the archdiocese is icing you out, what's your next move?
Seager: We could talk to Father Anthony's flock, see what the parishioners know about this audit.
Severide: Waste of time. They're just gonna be circling the wagons. I think we go right to Father Anthony and find out what he's doing.
Van Meter: Okay, give it a try. Divide and conquer. You talk to the parishioners, and you see if you can trip up the priest.
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Firehouse: common room
Kylie: Mouch and Herrmann haven't come up for air in hours. I'm gonna try and convince them to take five.
Cruz: Those two are wired differently. I'm exhausted just looking at them.
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Firehouse: entrance
Kylie: Hi, how can I help you?
Julian: Friend of mine got hurt today. Think one of the medics who treated him might have dropped this.
Kylie: Yes, this is Brett's. She's been freaking out. You have no idea. How's your friend doing?
Julian: Docs say the medics really did right by him. A little physical therapy and he'll be back on the court. Tell them I said thanks.
Kylie: I will, for sure.
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Firehouse: bullpen
Cruz: 911, what's your emergency?
Ritter: Here's another one. You spelled the street "Throop" wrong. There is an H after the T.
Gallo: That would make it "Throop" instead of Troop.
Ritter: The H is silent. It's that weird Chicago thing like the invisible l in Wabash. How do you not know this?
Gallo: I'm sorry, I'm not a human spellcheck.
Mouch: They're not back yet? Oh, okay, let me check to see their last location. Ah! Who... I said no liquids in the bullpen!
Cruz: Oh, uh, sorry, Mouch.
Mouch: And then whose... Whose chicken scratch is this?
Gallo: Serial killer handwriting? Yeah, that's Ritter.
Ritter: Spell "serial"?
Mouch: I can't work like this.
Herrmann: All right, Mouch, hey, you're tapped out. Come on. Take 20.
Cruz: I got it, Mouch. I got it.
Herrmann: Go rehab. Come on.
Mouch: Can't... Can't. I can't.
Herrmann: You got it.
Mouch: I can't.
Woman: Hello, hello?
Cruz: Oh, hey, sorry about that. Yeah.
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Saint Sebastian rectory offices: entrance
Severide: Father Anthony? Hello?
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Saint Sebastian rectory offices: hallway
Severide: Anybody home?
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Saint Sebastian rectory offices: stairs
Severide: Hey! Hey!
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Saint Sebastian rectory offices: Father's Anthony's office
Severide: How did... Hang in there, Father... Hang in there... Come on damn it, pick up.
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Saint Sebastian rectory offices: Father's Anthony's office / Firehouse: bullpen
Herrmann: Firehouse 51.
Severide: Herrmann, it's Severide.
Herrmann: Hey, you okay? What's the matter?
Severide: I need an ambulance at St. Sebastian's rectory. I need a squad car at 51st and Western. Suspect's fleeing on foot, headed north.
Herrmann: Okay, hang on.
Mouch: I'm tapping myself back in, what do you need?
Herrmann: Get an ambulance to St. Sebastian. Hey, get on the phone to the 21st district.
Gallo: Copy that.
Mouch: 61 is on their way back from Med. Ritter, get them on the radio.
Ritter: 61, do you copy? 61, do you copy?
Severide: Damn it.
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Violet: It's a good thing you got to him when you did.
Brett: We'll get him to Med as quick as we can. I'll let you know what they say.
Severide: Thanks, Brett.
Seager: Hey, you okay?
Severide: Yeah, just furious.
Kevin Atwater: Okay, you wanna go ahead and give me that description?
Severide: Uh, male, roughly 6' tall, buck-eighty, give or take. I... I really didn't get a good look.
Kevin Atwater: Caucasian?
Severide: I think, I don't know. He went that way. He hooked a left at the corner. Your cameras must've picked up something.
Kevin Atwater: All of those cameras are down. That was part of the cyber-attack. We won't even have access to those files until the city pays the ransom, but hopefully, they were still recording.
Severide: I had him right there.
Seager: But you also had a victim to worry about. Don't beat yourself up.
Severide: I'm going to Med. I wanna be there when Father Anthony is able to talk. The confession might have kept him silent about the church fire, but there's nothing stopping him from telling me who did this.
Seager: I'll go with you.
Kevin Atwater: Okay, well, listen as soon as he wakes up, you let me know and I'll come down and take a statement.
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Firehouse: garage
Violet: It might be time to crawl into a bunk and die of fatigue.
Brett: Or we could borrow some of Cruz's energy drinks.
Violet: Those are for amateurs. It's gonna take a lot more than that for me to survive this shift.
Kylie: Oh, glad you're back. Look.
Brett: What?
Kylie: A young guy brought it by. Said he found it at the basketball court. He said to tell you, "Thanks."
Brett: Oh, I never thought I would see this again.
Kylie: I guess you two saved his friend's arm. He was super grateful.
Violet: I call the key lime jolt.
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Firehouse: bullpen
Gallo: Oh, man.
Ritter: What?
Gallo: Blackhawks lost.
Ritter: Your phone just got a notification?
Gallo: Kylie, are the routers working?
Kylie: Let me check.
Herrmann: When is the last time we received a call?
Ritter: Almost six minutes ago.
Mouch: Someone call 911.
Cruz: The phones aren't ringing.
Dispatch: 911, what's your emergency?
Ritter: This is Firehouse 51 here just testing the line.
Boden: Authorities traced the ransom payments when the hackers cashed out their digital currency. Criminals and funds are apprehended. It's over.
Gallo: Oh, yes!
Mouch: Hot damn!
Capp: Oh!
Tony: Yeah.
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Firehouse: locker room
Casey: Sylvie, I hate that we keep missing each other. I'm about to head on shift, so probably can't talk for a while. Maybe we should make a call schedule when we're both free? We'll figure it out. I love you.
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Molly's patio
Gallo: I can't believe that the guy who didn't know how to silence incoming calls... Almost single-handedly ran a 911 call center. You kicked ass today, Mouch, seriously.
Mouch: Well, thanks, Gallo. You know, you're not a spelling bee champ, but you're not totally useless, either.
Gallo: Are these all yours?
Mouch: Did you think you were the first one to buy me a beer tonight?
Boden: He's right, you know. You and Herrmann, you went all in. Made us BG-ers be proud.
Mouch: Yeah, these young kids forget sometimes. There's a lot to learn from the past.
Boden: Yeah. Good, bad, and ugly.
Mouch: Mm.
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CMED: waiting room
Crockett Marcel: Hey, guys.
Severide: Hey.
Seager: How'd it go?
Crockett Marcel: Well, he's got full-thickness burns around 40% of his body and his wounds were contaminated with fibers from his vestments, so that required extensive debridement.
Severide: Can we talk to him? It's urgent. We need him to ID his attacker before the guy does anything else.
Crockett Marcel: Yeah, unfortunately not. Look, it's a good thing you pulled him out of the flames as fast as you did, but because he didn't suffer much damage to the nerves under his dermis, he could feel everything that happened to him... We're gonna have to keep him in a medically-induced coma.
Seager: For how long?
Crockett Marcel: At least a few days, maybe weeks.
