Street
Mouch: Did you watch the game last night?
Herrmann: Uh, no, I... I was working, you know, the bar we co-own.
Mouch: Too bad. Hell of a fourth quarter.
Herrmann: Whoa, jeez! Hey, are you blind, pal?
Mouch: What?
Herrmann: The guy, he just blasted through this stop sign like it wasn't even there.
Mouch: Kids these days learn their driving skills from "Grand Theft Auto."
Herrmann: I got a half a mind to start, you know, making citizen's arrests. This is happening way too often.
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Firehouse: hallway
Kidd: So it's next weekend?
Severide: Yeah, I'm just gonna drive up for the day.
Kidd: Oh... In my head, these CFD leadership conferences are just a bunch of guys smoking cigars, drinking scotch, patting themselves on the back.
Severide: Not exactly. But you'll find out soon enough. You have a year of being a lieutenant under your belt, and I'm sure you'll get an invite next year.
Kidd: Oh, I will practice my cigar puffing.
Dispatch: All units, vehicle fire, Chicago and LaSalle.
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Street
Severide: Let's move!
Kidd: The exits are blocked.
Severide: All right, let's evacuate this bus and douse that fire. Deal with the compressed natural gas.
Kidd: There's enough fuel up there to level a building.
Severide: Hey, hey, Herrmann. Let's get some water on those tanks.
Herrmann: Hey, Ritter, two lines. You cool the tanks, I'll hit the fire.
Ritter: Copy that.
Kidd: Hey, back up. You're not gonna fit. Hey, back up, man!
Mouch: Hey, hey!
Severide: That relieve valve's gonna go! Watch out!
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Severide: Squad! Let's get that windshield out. Hey. Get those people back, okay? If that tank goes, the whole block goes.
Officer: Let's move.
Severide: Carver, get me a head count in the bus.
Carver: Okay... I count six plus the driver.
Kidd: Come on!
Severide: Herrmann, let's get those hose lines!
Herrmann: On it!
Severide: Hurry up with that windshield!
Cruz: Right from the bottom.
Tony: Push. Push it up.
Severide: We're not getting enough water on those tanks. Mouch, give me a ladder.
Mouch: Copy.
Cruz: Careful, guys. It's heavy.
Tony: Right behind ya.
Capp: Okay, I'll push up.
Cruz: Come on.
Brett: Come on, I got you.
Severide: Is there anyone else in there?
Victim: One more. Way in back.
Kidd: All right, Gallo, Carver, you're going in. Mask up.
Gallo: Copy... Fire's coming through the back wall.
Severide: Hey, clear out the victim. We'll get a line in there.
Gallo: Copy.
Mouch: Ready, Lieutenant.
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Bus
Gallo: Fire department, call out!
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Street
Severide: Hose line.
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Bus
Gallo: I got him! We've located the victim. Male, 40s, unconscious.
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Street
Herrmann: Get in there!
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Bus
Carver: We're gonna do a webbing sling, drag him back the way we came. You watch his limbs to make sure he doesn't get caught on anything.
Gallo: That'll take too long.
Carver: What?
Gallo: Let's go out the window... You need a hand?
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Street
Kidd: Give him a hand!
Carver: You got him?
Herrmann: Get it now! Hose line!
Severide: Okay, we're good!
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Brett: Oh, looks worse than it is, but you can never be too careful with a head injury.
Mother: Could you take him to Children's Hospital? It just would make me feel a lot better.
Brett: Yeah, sure, we can do that.
Kidd: Hell of a move, Gallo. It was quick thinking.
Gallo: I just wanted to get far away as fast as possible.
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Firehouse: garage
Gallo: Why do I feel like we just defused a bomb?
Mouch: Because we basically did.
Gallo: Calls like that are why I joined the CFD.
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Severide: Look who it is.
Pryma: How are you, Kelly?
Severide: I'm all right. I never know if it's good news or bad news when I see your face.
Pryma: Say, listen, you, uh... You have anything going on after shift?
Severide: I don't know, why?
Pryma: You were pretty helpful in that safe cracker case. It was a nice assist.
Severide: Assist? My recollection is, I solved it for you.
Pryma: We got another situation that could use your expertise.
Severide: Fire scene?
Pryma: Not exactly... Meet me there if you got the time.
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Firehouse: hallway
Carver: Hey, Gallo, can I talk to you?
Gallo: Yeah, sure.
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Firehouse: briefing room
Gallo: What's up, Carver?
Carver: I just want to know if you're gonna make a habit of winging it out there and leaving the rest of us to play catch-up.
Gallo: What are you talking about?
Carver: I had my webbing out. I was telling you the plan.
Gallo: But I had a better plan.
Carver: And lucky for us, it worked. But what if that window held, and you're messing around with it instead of following the instructions I already gave you?
Gallo: Am I supposed to take orders from you? You're not my lieutenant.
Carver: I got more years on the job than you.
Gallo: Well, I got more years than you on Truck 81, by a lot. Kidd is my third officer on the same rig, so I'm gonna take my orders from her, if that's... If that's cool with you.
Carver: Gallo, this is a dangerous job, not some extreme sport for you to get your kicks. I don't mind working alongside some excitable kid, but you need to know when to quit playing superhero and maybe listen to someone who's seen a lot worse stuff than you.
Gallo: You know, Carver, I did nothing but welcome you to 51 with open arms. Tried everything I could to get to know you better. What a waste of time that was.
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CMED: PICU
Nurse: Listen, I want in, but I'm not doing the clown thing. How about I dress up like a magician?
Dylan: I could pull lots of scarves out of my mouth.
Nurse: Why can't you make things easy and get in the clown costume with the rest of the volunteers?
Dylan: I have a legitimate condition. It's in the medical books. Cowlrophobia.
Brett: Uh, coulrophobia, actually.
Dylan: Yeah. It's real.
Brett: It's very, very real.
Nurse: Fine, be a magician... Here you go, guys.
Violet: I got this.
Dylan: People always think I'm making it up. I had a clown walk into my bar a few weeks ago, which I realize sounds like the set-up to a really bad joke, but it was Halloween, and I had to hide in the storage room until he left.
Brett: You think that's bad, how about an entire kindergarten class of clowns showing up at my firehouse?
Dylan: No.
Brett: Yes.
Dylan: Wow. What firehouse do you work out of?
Brett: 51 over on Blue Island.
Violet: Did you say that you own a bar?
Dylan: Yeah. Yeah, Foreman's in Logan Square. You guys should come by sometime.
Violet: And you volunteer here?
Dylan: Coming up on my third year, yeah. The nurses are still mean to me.
Violet: Do you... Did you know Evan Hawkins?
Dylan: I did. I did, yeah... Are you Violet?
Violet: This is the guy that Evan wanted to set you up with, Brett, you remember? He owns a bar, and he volunteers here.
Brett: Oh, wow.
Nurse: Dylan, Barbara said they're starting reading time upstairs.
Dylan: Okay, thanks. Well, it was really nice to meet you guys... And I'm so sorry about Evan. It's such a huge loss.
Violet: Thank you, Dylan.
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Outside the firehouse
Kidd: All right, let's wrap it up. Mouch, you help me with these ropes. Gallo, Carver, put the ladder away.
Gallo: You got it, Lieutenant.
Carver: Shoulder carry or suitcase?
Gallo: I don't care.
Carver: Suitcase then... We're going maybe 20 feet.
Kidd: There something going on with those two?
Mouch: Not that I'm aware of.
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Herrmann: Hey. Hey! What are you doing? You see? You see?
Mouch: Uh, Herrmann has a new bee in his bonnet. Apparently, there's an uptick in people ignoring the stop sign.
Herrmann: Ha! No, it's nothing short of the breaking down of society, boys, all right? Let me tell you, Generation Z...
Ritter: Okay, where is this going?
Herrmann: They have no respect for safety, stop signs, or basic common decency.
Ritter: Okay, so exactly where I thought this was going.
Herrmann: I didn't mean you, all right? You know what I'm saying.
Ritter: I don't, actually.
Herrmann: Doesn't matter. The point is, I'm gonna do something to restore order around here. I mean, that is a stop sign. Has one simple instruction on it... Stop... People are gonna start respecting it.
Mouch: And how exactly are you going to make them?
Herrmann: I'm kicking around a couple ideas.
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Factory
Severide: Pryma?
Pryma: Over here.
Severide: Nice place you got here.
Pryma: Yeah, right... A few nights ago, CPD got a report of repeated loud explosions coming from this address. They rolled out a squad car, but it was a ghost town by the time they arrived.
Severide: It was probably just some kids screwing with M80s or detonating Tannerite. Yeah?
Pryma: What do you think about this?
Severide: I don't know.
Pryma: But can you figure it out?
Severide: Maybe, but you must know someone more qualified.
Pryma: I'm trying to chase down the lead without making too much fuss. Start getting certain people involved, the next thing you know, ATF is swooping in, and taking over the case.
Severide: The ATF? What is this lead you're chasing down?
Pryma: There's a certain individual we've had our eye on for a while. POD cameras picked up his car just up the street at Pulaski and 31st on the night in question. This guy had anything to do with this, we need to know about it.
Severide: Okay, well, I'll take a look. See if I can figure it out.
Pryma: I appreciate it.
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Molly's
Violet: Dylan is really cute, isn't he?
Brett: The way you guys connected over the clown thing, and the way he smiled when you were leaving? I think he was smiling at both of us.
Violet: Mm-mm, no. It really did feel like the two of you had a connection.
Brett: Oh, I don't know about that, but he does seem like a good guy.
Violet: It was the strangest feeling realizing who he was... Honestly, for a second, I kind of felt like Evan was in the room with us.
Brett: Yeah, I know what you mean. It was a crazy coincidence.
Violet: You should call Dylan.
Brett: I don't know. That seems a little aggressive. I mean, I didn't pick up on any vibe. He did invite us to the bar, so we could... We could go there sometime.
Violet: Yeah. Okay. Maybe.
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Mouch: I thought Carver was spending more time at Molly's these days. So where is he?
Gallo: Who cares?
Herrmann: Scarecrow.
Mouch: Cowardly Lion.
Herrmann: What?
Mouch: Why'd you say Scarecrow? You okay, buddy?
Herrmann: I need to borrow your motorcycle.
Mouch: Okay.
Kidd: Hey, Gallo. Can you meet me at the end of the bar for a second?
Gallo: Sure thing.
Kidd: Cool.
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Kidd: What's going on with you and Carver?
Gallo: Ask him.
Kidd: He's not here, so I'm asking you.
Gallo: Well, that's kind of the problem, I guess.
Kidd: What is that supposed to mean?
Gallo: Carver always gets a free pass. I don't know. He comes out of nowhere with the big seal of approval from Boden. You don't ask me or Mouch what we think of him. You just hire him on the spot. Hell, you don't even bring the hammer down on him when he ends up in the drunk tank. You bail him out and chauffeur him home. No wonder he struts around like he owns the place, because he basically does.
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Loft
Kidd: He wasn't wrong about a lot of that stuff. I mean, Boden foisted Carver onto me, and then I foisted him onto Gallo and Mouch.
Severide: That's how it works. Gallo and Mouch don't get a vote.
Kidd: I could have maybe handled it better, though. I don't want Gallo feeling resentful.
Severide: Who cares? Gallo can feel however he wants, so long as he shows up on time and does his job.
Kidd: That is quite the management philosophy you got there.
Severide: It works for me.
Kidd: You getting anywhere with this?
Severide: I got some ideas. It's taking a lot of legwork.
Kidd: Well, doesn't Pryma have somebody who's supposed to know this stuff?
Severide: He came to me trying to fly under the radar. Or so he says. I mean, there's definitely something he's not telling me.
Kidd: Why work with him then?
Severide: Eh, it's interesting stuff.
Kidd: Must be. It's gonna make us late... Mm-hmm.
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Firehouse: garage
Dylan: Sylvie.
Brett: Dylan, hey. Are you here to see Violet?
Dylan: No, no, actually, I'm here to see you.
Brett: Oh. Hi.
Dylan: Hi. You mentioned you worked here, so I figured I'd stop by and make sure those little clown kids aren't still lurking around.
Brett: No, they're probably at a group therapy session 'cause as soon as I saw them, I screamed in their faces and ran away.
Dylan: Well, that'll teach them.
Brett: Yeah.
Dylan: I hope it's not weird, me just showing up, but I wanted to ask, do you want to grab a drink sometime? Or lunch? Or coffee? But that's as low as I'll go.
Brett: Um... Yeah. Yeah. Coffee sometime would be nice. Sure. Here, you can put your number in my phone, and I'll give you a call.
Dylan: Sounds great. Cool.
Brett: Great. Yeah.
Dylan: Oh, wow.
Violet: Well, I told you that smile wasn't for the both of us... You're gonna call him, right?
Brett: Yeah. Yeah, I think so.
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Street
Mouch: Oh, so that's what you're doing.
Herrmann: Oh, hey. Well, you know, when ancient farmers weren't around to shoo the crows out of the fields, ancestors of ours made a brilliant invention. You know, to keep the pests away... Voila! The scarecrow. Or the scarecop, if you will.
Mouch: Huh.
Herrmann: You see?
Mouch: Well, I'll be.
Herrmann: I tell you, you know, when it comes to the game, mind over matter. It is the mind... Well, mainly my mind... Where are the real cops, Mouch, huh?
Mouch: Trudy says they come by on a regular basis, but they don't have the manpower to park a unit here full time based on one person's complaint.
Herrmann: But... Two people!
Mouch: Whoa. This is not my crusade.
Herrmann: This... You gotta talk to her, Mouch, okay? If you don't care about wanton lawlessness, then do it for me. Do it for my sanity.
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Firehouse: Kidd's quarters
Carver: Kylie said you were looking for me?
Kidd: Yeah. Come on in... What's the beef between you and Gallo?
Carver: Beef?
Kidd: You two were barely able to move a ladder together the other day. I mean, I've seen better teamwork from the Three Stooges.
Carver: That was just a miscommunication.
Kidd: It was zero communication... What is going on?
Carver: There's no beef. We had a conversation last shift, at the end of which we came to a mutual understanding.
Kidd: Which is?
Carver: Look, Lieutenant, Gallo and I don't need to be best friends to work together. We're professionals. But we'll step up the communication. You won't see any more hiccups there.
Dispatch: Truck 81, person trapped, 3445 Rush.
Kidd: Thanks. We'll pick this up later.
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Street
Building manager: Tenant told me there's someone trapped on the roof. The access door's jammed, and I can't get out there.
Mouch: Lieutenant.
Kidd: Carver, go ahead and grab the rabbit tool off the rig.
Carver: Got it.
Kidd: You got a service elevator up there?
Building manager: Yeah, I'll take you guys up.
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Building: hallway
Gallo: Access to the roof is on this floor?
Building manager: Staircase is just around the corner. Lady lieutenant, huh? Good for you.
Kidd: Thank you. All right, Carver, you lead the way.
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Building: stairs
Carver: Yep... Going in with the rabbit tool.
Kidd: All right.
Mouch: There a rooftop deck up here?
Building manager: No, but people still like to go up there, and just take in the view. I mean, I don't know how this guy could have gotten trapped.
Carver: Latch is popped, but the door's still not going anywhere.
Kidd: Solid core... We'd have to mangle this thing with the Halligan pretty good to get out there.
Gallo: Any of those penthouse apartments have balconies?
Building manager: Yeah, Mrs. Katz does. A nice one.
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Mrs. Katz's apartement: balcony
Mrs. Katz: Watch out for the clay planters.
Carver: I don't see any fire escape ladders up to the roof, even though it's code.
Gallo: Lieutenant. I can climb the trellis, get a foothold, and pull myself onto the roof.
Kidd: What the hell? Let's give it a shot.
Gallo: All right.
Kidd: Hey.
Gallo: Yep.
Kidd: All right. We'll meet you at the roof door.
Gallo: Copy that.
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Building: roof
Gallo: Hello? Lieutenant, our victim isn't trapped.
Roof man: What are you doing here? Get away from me!
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Building: stairs
Kidd: Gallo, we didn't catch the end of that.
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Building: roof
Gallo: Hey, it's okay. We just got a report that there was someone trapped on the roof. I'm here to help.
Roof man: I'm not trapped.
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Building: stairs
Roof man: Get the hell out of here!
Kidd: 81 to Main, we need a crisis negotiator to 3445 Rush right away. We have a potential suicide in progress.
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Building: roof
Gallo: What's your name?
Roof man: None of your business.
Gallo: Mine's Blake. And if there's anything you want to talk out, I'm here, and I want to help, okay?
Roof man: There's nothing to talk out.
Gallo: Well, something got you up here.
Roof man: Made mistakes that are gonna hurt people... A lot of us did, but the buck stops with me.
Gallo: It sounds like you're being pretty rough on yourself.
Roof man: You don't know what you're talking about, okay?
Gallo: Okay. So... Tell me?
Roof man: Tomorrow, my company's going to announce we're closing more than half our stores. Hundreds of people will lose their jobs.
Gallo: That's rough. I'm sorry... I've been hearing that a lot these days... Economy shifting, inflation. There's a lot out there you can't control... Can I sit down? Promise, I'm not gonna touch you... People can handle losing their jobs. What's a lot harder is losing the ones you love. I bet you have a bunch of those.
Roof man: I got a few, yeah... I'm gonna be an embarrassment to them... After this news comes out.
Gallo: Say that's true, worst case scenario... Even so, time passes... Sooner than you think, it'll be in the rear view mirror... You'll still be here. That's all they want. Every day, that's all I wish, that my family was still here.
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Building: stairs
Dispatch: Crisis team is two blocks away.
Kidd: Copy that.
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Building: roof
Roof man: I appreciate you saying that.
Gallo: It's the truth. That's all... People can make it through really hard times and still live a beautiful life.
Roof man: I'm sorry about all this.
Gallo: It happens. All that matters is that the...
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Firehouse: briefing room
Harris: You didn't lie to him, right? Didn't make any promises you couldn't keep? Anything like that? That's important. Something I teach our guys. We don't lie to a person in distress. You did a great job keeping him talking. That's huge. That's the main thing. I mean, you followed the protocol without it even being drilled into you. You should be proud. Look, sometimes a person steps on a ledge and their mind is already made up by the time you get there. You can do and say all the right things and still not be able to change them. The important thing is, you didn't give up. I tell all my guys, we do not give up, ever.
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Firehouse: common room
Violet: For all of Gallo's bravado, he's one of the most empathetic people I know.
Ritter: He's gonna have a hard time shaking it off.
Brett: I hope he doesn't blame himself.
Ritter: We just got to keep a close eye on him. That's all.
Brett: He's a good friend.
Violet: Yeah. Speaking of good friends, um, I messed up.
Brett: Messed up how?
Violet: I have been pushy about Dylan without being sensitive to the fact that you might not be ready to date yet.
Brett: Well, I don't think I'll ever be ready, but it doesn't mean I shouldn't try. To be honest, that's not the reason I haven't called Dylan.
Violet: What do you mean?
Brett: It's... It's the connection between Dylan and Evan and the way he gets so happy talking about him. What if things go badly, and it would be like I'm taking that away?
Violet: No, no, Sylvie. Forget all of that. Yes, it... It brought me a wave of Evan to meet Dylan, but so does pretty much everything that Evan has ever touched or been around... Sometimes it makes me happy. Sometimes it just hurts, and there's nothing that you or anyone else can do to fix that... Do you get a good vibe off Dylan or not?
Brett: He's adorable.
Violet: Well, then you have to go for it.
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Outside the firehouse
Mouch: I've talked to Trudy. She said, "I'll see what I can do."
Herrmann: Well, it's better than nothing.
Mouch: Told her how important this was to you.
Herrmann: Not to me... To society, Mouch! To society.
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Firehouse: Severide's quarters
Pryma: What are we looking at?
Severide: All right, this blast pattern and the hole that was torn through the plywood is indicative of a high order explosion.
Pryma: Caused by?
Severide: Well, that's the question. Whatever caused this was due to a commercial grade or most likely a military grade explosive.
Pryma: Military?
Severide: Military munitions convert as much material as possible to kinetic energy. That's what makes them predictable, efficient. So I started looking for military devices that cause this pattern. I think it was a 40-millimeter door breaching round from a grenade launcher.
Pryma: Door-breaching?
Severide: It's a low velocity grenade that uses blast pressure to bust a door down from a distance and kill whoever is on the other side. It's highly specialized stuff. So why is someone running around shooting this thing for fun in an abandoned warehouse on Pulaski?
Pryma: I don't think it was for fun. I think it was a demonstration.
Severide: By who?
Pryma: By a seller showing a buyer what his goods can do.
Severide: So this individual that you mentioned the other day, the guy you had your eye on, you're telling me that he's selling military weapons inside Chicago?
Pryma: No, that's what you're telling me.
Severide: Can you stop him?
Pryma: I'm gonna try, but I'm gonna need more help from you.
Severide: What kind of help?
Pryma: I got to talk to some people first... I'll keep you posted. Thanks, Kelly.
Severide: Yeah.
Pryma:Can I keep this?
Severide: Yes.
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Firehouse: garage
Cruz: Hey. The boy's gonna hurt himself.
Carver: What's that?
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Firehouse: locker room
Ritter: So, Molly's later?
Gallo: Yeah, sure.
Ritter: Or I come over with some beer, some pizza, my controller, and we kill zombies in co-op mode until dawn.
Gallo: Sounds good. Or just, you know, maybe just Molly's. Either way.
Ritter: Look, no pressure. You decide you want to do anything, I'm there.
Gallo: Cool.
Carver: Killing zombies isn't gonna cut it. What you need is to get comfortably numb. Let me buy you a beer or ten.
Gallo: With all due respect, Carver, you have no idea what I need.
Carver: Sure, I do.
Gallo: No, you don't. You don't know the first thing about me. I'm just an excitable kid who just did it for kicks. I'm playing superhero. And you, you've... Y... You've seen so much worse than me.
Carver: I didn't mean... I shouldn't have said all that. I'm sorry... Look, I... I heard you over the radio. And family stuff, that's tricky. I know how hard it can be... Let's hit up Carol's Pub and close the place down.
Gallo: No offense, but I've seen what happens when you hit a dive bar.
Carver: A good time is what happens... You're coming out with me. That's that.
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Herrmann's car
Herrmann: All right... Hey, Mouch.
Mouch: You left your duffel sitting on the locker room bench.
Herrmann: I did?
Mouch: You want me to bring it to Molly's?
Herrmann: No, I'll circle back and get it. Thanks, buddy.
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Herrmann: Are you kidding me?
Trudy Platt: I understand there's been a lot of infractions at this intersection.
Herrmann: No, it... Yeah. There are actual hoodlums, you know, driving right through the stop sign.
Trudy Platt: Like you just did.
Herrmann: No. I left my bag in the firehouse, and I... Really? Really? Come on, Trudy.
Trudy Platt: You drag me out here to write citations, then I'm writing citations. You can pay this online. Hey, oh, look at me... Tell Cindy I'll see her at book club. I have got a recipe for her.
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Street
Brett: It's kind of an overpowering nausea. Like, maybe I should turn around and go home.
Violet: No. Do not do that. This is gonna be fun.
Brett: Oh, I hope so.
Violet: And you look beautiful.
Brett: Oh, do I? Or is this outfit way too much for a coffee date?
Violet: No, no, it's perfect. Seriously. I just fell in love with you... What's happening? What's that smile on your face?
Brett: Um, I just saw him. I'm here.
Violet: Okay, I'm hanging up. Have fun. Bye.
Brett: Okay.
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Loft
Severide: Gallo's resilient. Nothing keeps him down.
Kidd: I know that it seems that way, you know, his peppy disposition, but he really feels things. And I just... I wish that I knew how to help him through this.
Severide: He'll... He'll figure it out in his own timeline. That's all.
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Kidd: Hey.
Pryma: This a bad time? Yeah, it is.
Severide: Nah. Come in. You eat yet?
Pryma: No, I'm good. Thanks. I'll get out of here in a minute.
Severide: All right. What's up?
Pryma: Well. This is our friend who's hawking military weapons on the streets of Chicago. His name is Vin Martucci.
Severide: You pick him up?
Pryma: Not yet. I don't have the goods on him. But he does have a relationship with Danny Kavanagh. You remember that name?
Severide: You mean the dirty cop who almost got me and Stella killed? Yeah, kind of hard to forget.
Pryma: Well, when you went over my head and got Danny arrested, this is one of several ongoing cases that you compromised. Fortunately for us, Kavanagh's still willing to negotiate. Tell us what he knows, help get those weapons off the street.
Severide: Such a good guy... What does that have to do with me?
Pryma: State's attorney's not willing to strike a deal with Kavanagh unless his victims sign off on it.
Severide: His victims?
Pryma: You and Stella.
Severide: What kind of a deal are we talking about?
Pryma: Kavanagh helps us take down Martucci, he gets time served.
Severide: He walks?
Pryma: Martucci's a bad dude, Kelly.
Severide: So is Kavanagh. No deal.
Pryma: I need Kavanagh's cooperation.
Severide: Find another way.
Pryma: Look, be reasonable.
Severide: Dragging me out to that warehouse, tapping me for my expertise, you were just trying to get me invested in this thing because you knew you'd end up having to ask me the unthinkable.
Pryma: It wasn't like that.
Severide: Get out.
Pryma: Come on, Kelly.
Severide: Get out!
Pryma: We don't do this deal, a lot of people are gonna get hurt... And that's on you too.
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Street
Carver: He didn't mean to break it, sir... It was an accident.
Gallo: I'm sorry... He was mad. Whoa! Okay, all right. All right, next stop. What's the next stop?
Carver: I'm sorry to say, but I think it's... I think that's the end of the line. It's almost 4:00.
Gallo: What? Come on! You know the phrase, you can't go home, but you can't stay here.
Carver: Eh...
Gallo: Yeah, I know. I know. Um, Old Town Ale House is open late.
Carver: Oh, man.
Gallo: Aw. It closes at 4:00. Bummer.
Carver: I'll get us an Uber.
Gallo: I thought I had him.
Carver: I know.
Gallo: I was absolutely sure.
Carver: There was nothing more you could have done.
Gallo: Maybe if someone else got there first.
Carver: But you got there, Gallo. And you gave him the best chance he could have had.
Gallo: You don't know that.
Carver: Yeah, I do... You got about the coolest head in a crisis I have ever seen. Keeping your wits when there's 20,000 cubic feet of fuel overhead ready to blow us all to hell? You'll do whatever it takes to save a life... Sometimes even that isn't enough. That's the job. Sometimes people just... Look, I know it hurts... Believe me, I do... So let it hurt. You feel like you need to cry about it, do it. You feel like you want to scream or punch someone, scream at me, punch me. Do whatever you need to do... But do not let that change the kind of firefighter you are, Gallo. 'Cause I'll tell you something. If I'm ever in a tight spot, there's no other kind of smoke eater I'd rather have on my side.
Gallo: Yeah.
Carver: Come on... Mike's Cop Bar is open till 5:00.
Gallo: Ah... I broke that...
Carver: I know you broke that, man!
Gallo: Well, when the guy got so mad, I...
