Street
Severide: Stella? Hey, report... Stella! Squad 3, search and rescue!
Swat officer 2: Chief, there could be more explosives. We didn't have time to clear the place.
Boden: My men know what they're doing.
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House
Severide: Stella, Carver, call out! Capp, check him out. Tony, get on that.
Tony: Got it.
Severide: Carver, Kidd? Hey, talk to me. Hey. Hey, back here! Stella? Stella! Stella. Hey. Hey. Hey. Try not to move, okay? Looks like you took some shrapnel. Hey, Chief, everybody's accounted for. We need two stretchers. Just take a breath.
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Street
Brett: Any exit wound?
Violet: Not that I can see.
Brett: Don't worry, Stella, we got you.
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House: porch
Gallo: Not bad. Hey. Come here. What happened?
Carver: She took the brunt of the blast.
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Street
Boden: Go. We'll meet you at Med.
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Ambulance 61
Kidd: Pryma?
Severide: He's on the way to Med because of you.
Violet: Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Kidd: My heart rate must be breaking records.
Brett: Yeah, it's a little elevated, but you're gonna be okay.
Kidd: And my breathing feels shallow. Is it pneumothorax?
Brett: I don't think so. It could be the shock.
Violet: Out of the way. Move! You guys okay back there?
Severide: Don't worry about us. Just keep driving.
Brett: I need you to keep pressure.
Severide: I'm sorry. Yeah. I know.
Brett: You want something for the pain?
Kidd: Yes. Hell yeah. Give me everything you got.
Brett: All right.
Kidd: I can't... Okay.
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CMED: waiting room
Gallo: Then there is this burst of gunfire, and there's this loud whoosh. And then there was nothing.
Herrmann: That was the racket?
Gallo: Yep.
Mouch: And we're all just sitting there waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Gallo: But it doesn't. And then someone's yelling, "Medic!" Next thing you know, Kidd and Carver are suiting up and heading inside.
Ritter: Damn.
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Carver: Okay, thanks.
Cruz: Hey, Carver, you need anything? Coffee, something from the vending machine?
Carver: I'm good. Thanks.
Cruz: That must have been one hell of a scene in there.
Carver: Yeah, it was, yeah.
Cruz: Well, let me know if you need anything. We're all here for you.
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Severide: Hey, uh... She'll be okay. She's heading into surgery now to get the shrapnel removed. The wound is deep, but they say that, uh, she won't have any serious internal damage.
Herrmann: Thank God.
Mouch: So what are we looking at, recovery time wise?
Severide: Um... Knowing her, she'll wanna do the next shift, but realistically, a few weeks.
Boden: I'll take Truck and Squad out of service for the remainder of the shift. Just keep us posted. Come on, 51. Back to the firehouse.
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Firehouse: Boden's office
Carver: You wanted to see me, Chief?
Boden: Come on in. Have a seat. You know, with Kidd out, I'm gonna need you to write up 81's incident report since the two of you were in there alone.
Carver: Copy that.
Boden: Given the high profile nature of the call, it's already reached the news cycle. Well, headquarters, they want their side of things ASAP.
Carver: I'll get right on it.
Boden: I am... Not finished... You know, in my day, when something like this happened, they would give you a bunch of sleeping pills, a pat on the back, you never speak of it again. But wisely, they figured out that isn't the best approach. Just because you were not physically harmed does not make it any less traumatic... No one would hold it against you. If you wanna take a few shifts off, decompress, get your head straight...
Carver: Thank you, Chief. I prefer to stay on if that's okay.
Boden: No one's here to force your hand. But if you wake up tomorrow morning and you feel otherwise, that offer, it's still good... Good... You're dismissed.
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CMED: Kidd's room
Severide: Hey, I got it. I got it.
Kidd: I feel so groggy from the pain meds. What do they have me on?
Severide: Hydromorphone.
Kidd: No wonder I can't feel my legs... Have you been here all day?
Severide: I'm not going anywhere.
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CMED: hallway
Carver: Can you point me to Stella Kidd?
Nurse: Yeah, right around the corner.
Carver: Thanks.
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Firehouse: locker room
Severide: You ready for this?
Kidd: Hell, yeah.
Severide: Listen... You looked out for me when I had trouble sleeping. And you're having your own lately, so...
Kidd: I'm fine. Listen, after three weeks off, I've got enough energy built up to lift a truck. Trust me.
Severide: Hot.
Kidd: More likely the ton of paperwork I'll be lifting. Is that still hot?
Severide: On you? Very... Hey, you'll take a break if you need one, yeah?
Kidd: Absolutely.
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Firehouse: common room
Kidd: Yeah, yeah, I'm back. I love you all. Thank you for the well-wishes, the gift baskets while I was gone. But if you're planning prank or had my shrapnel framed or anything like that, you can save it. I have way too much to do and no time for any of that.
Herrmann: All right. Okay.
Kidd: Now, if you will excuse me, I gotta check in with Boden. And we can all officially consider me welcomed back.
Herrmann: All right. Hey. Do we tell Capp to forget about wearing a bomb suit to the morning briefing, or can we hang him out to dry?
Cruz: Nobody better say a word.
Tony: Somebody should film it.
Herrmann: Hey, are those my new hoses?
Kylie: No, it's for Brett.
Brett: Ooh, it's finally here.
Tony: What's a safe surrender box?
Brett: You'll see.
Cruz: Oh, like for weapons?
Brett: No.
Mouch: Does it have anything to do with magic?
Capp: Ooh.
Brett: No, you guys, it's a place for people to safely and anonymously drop their newborns under the state safe haven statute.
Mouch: Oh, way off.
Herrmann: Don't we have a sticker on the door for that already?
Brett: Yes, but this is temperature controlled, which is important for the cold winter months. And it has a built-in alert system. Very high tech... Wow. I guess I assumed it would be arriving assembled... You guys wouldn't mind helping me put this together, would you? It is for abandoned babies.
Herrmann: Let me see those instructions.
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Firehouse: garage
Violet: No, I know, but last week, you said he'd call me by the end of the week, and that never happened, which is why we're having this conversation again. Okay, by the end of this week? Great. Yeah. I'll be waiting. Thank you.
Gallo: What's all that?
Violet: I've been trying to get ahold of Emma's boss forever. But apparently, he's the busiest person in the CFD.
Gallo: Why do you wanna get a hold of him?
Violet: To explain why Emma shouldn't be working in the Internal Affairs Division.
Gallo: Are you sure you wanna get involved?
Violet: I don't want to. I have to. Emma's a psycho who shouldn't be able to hold people's livelihood in the palm of her hand. I let the dust settle on Carver's inquiry, but now it's time to have that conversation. If I can ever get a call back.
Gallo: Hey, just um... You're right, of course. Just be careful.
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Firehouse: toilets
Carver: Oh. Sorry. Should have knocked. I can just wash my hands in the kitchen.
Kidd: Carver, it's no big deal. We shower and sleep together... You know what I mean. Anyway, I am done... Hey, how did it go with Lieutenant Walback while I was gone?
Carver: All good.
Kidd: Really?
Carver: Why wouldn't it?
Kidd: Because everything is awesome to him, and your good mornings sound sarcastic, so I figured you two would be like oil and water.
Carver: Nope. We actually hit it off. Sorry to disappoint.
Kidd: Oh.
Carver: I mean, he's a fine lieutenant, but he's no Stella Kidd.
Kidd: Why do I feel like you're messing with me?
Dispatch: Truck 81, automatic alarm.
Kidd: All right.
Dispatch: 438 Fillmore Street.
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Street
Gallo: This the place?
Mouch: 438 Fillmore.
Kidd: Let's check it out.
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Diner
Kidd: Fire department... Hello? Anyone here?
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Diner: kitchen
Kidd: Fire suppressant went off.
Gallo: Wow, that stuff works fast. I don't smell any smoke.
Mouch: And just like that, our work here is done.
Carver: You hear that?
Kidd: Yeah, it's coming from up here... Yeah?
Carver: Got it.
Kidd: Whoa! Someone's in the vent.
Eddie: Get me the hell out of here.
Kidd: Hey, stay calm. We're firefighters. We're gonna get you out of here. What's your name?
Eddie: I gotta get out of here. I can barely breathe.
Kidd: How did you get in?
Eddie: From the roof. I was cleaning the vent. I fell in.
Mouch: He must have tripped the alarm when he came down.
Carver: Gonna take a while to cut through all this duct work.
Gallo: It looks pretty tight. How are we gonna protect him?
Kidd: We're gonna get him out the same way he came in. So Mouch, you stay down here in case we need leverage from below. Gallo, Carver, we're going up to the roof. Hey, hang tight, all right? We're coming for you.
Eddie: Okay. Hurry up.
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Diner: roof
Kidd: All right, I'm coming down for you.
Eddie: Okay. Hurry, please.
Kidd: You good to go?
Gallo: All set, Lieutenant.
Kidd: Okay. Carver?
Carver: Give me a second. I'm gonna re-tie this. I'm not sure if it's good.
Kidd: It's good. Let's go... All right... Okay, hang on.
Gallo: Hold.
Kidd: Go... All right... I got you... All right, hold.
Gallo: Hold.
Kidd: All right, listen up. I'm gonna slip this around your wrist. And then you're gonna hold tight, and we'll pull you up.
Eddie: Okay.
Kidd: Okay, yeah. All right?
Eddie: All right.
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Diner: kitchen
Owner: Look at this place. What happened here? I got an alert on my phone.
Mouch: The system tripped while your guy was cleaning out the grease vent and fell in. But don't worry, we're getting him out now.
Owner: Wait, what? Who?
Mouch: He sounded kind of young, said he was working on the vents.
Owner: We're closed today. Nobody's working.
Mouch: Oh.
Owner: There have been break-ins all up the block last few weeks.
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Diner: roof
Mouch: Be advised, the owner just arrived, and I'll be calling in a 10-1.
Kidd: So you don't work here? You robbing the place?
Eddie: I just want out, please.
Kidd: You got any weapons on you?
Eddie: No, no, I swear.
Carver: Pull her up. This guy's a criminal.
Gallo: Kidd can handle it.
Carver: Gallo.
Gallo: It's her call to make.
Kidd: All right. He's clipped in. Pull me up.
Gallo: Copy that.
Kidd: Hold on.
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Carver: Don't do anything stupid.
Eddie: I won't, man. I think my foot's broken.
Gallo: I can get these.
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Firehouse: Boden's office
Violet: Hey, Chief, do you have a second?
Boden: Come on in.
Violet: I... I really didn't wanna bother you with this, but I'm not sure who else to turn to. I don't know how much you know about all the stuff Emma Jacobs did back when she was working here.
Boden: I have a sense of it.
Violet: Okay. Well, I've been trying to get a meeting with Emma's boss at IAD. I think he should know that one of his investigators tried to blackmail her previous boss. But he won't return my phone calls.
Boden: You'd like me to facilitate the meeting?
Violet: Well, yeah, I was hoping. I know, for sure, he'll take your call.
Boden: Well, I know that the subject of Emma Jacobs, it's a fraught one for you.
Violet: This isn't about our history, Chief. No, it's about making sure that Emma Jacobs isn't in a position where she can ruin people's lives. She could have tanked Carver's career. I am not looking for payback here.
Boden: Good. Because revenge is a dead end road.
Violet: Agreed. So you'll call him?
Boden: I will.
Violet: Thank you, Chief. Thank you.
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Firehouse: garage
Severide: Hey, how'd it go?
Kidd: Hey.
Severide: First call back.
Kidd: We caught a weird one.
Severide: What's all that?
Kidd: Oh, decades of Italian beef grease. Yeah, I'm never touching one again.
Severide: So you saw some action?
Kidd: Yeah, always wanna be on the ropes. I will fill you in later. I just... I gotta go talk to Carver for a minute.
Severide: Mm-hmm.
Kidd: Yeah.
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Firehouse: cloaks room
Kidd: Did you fall and hit your head or something while I was gone? Because whoever was on that call is not the Carver that I know.
Carver: Is this about the knot?
Kidd: You hesitated.
Carver: It didn't look secure.
Kidd: Come on. The double figure eight knot was perfect... Do you wanna tell me what's really going on?
Carver: Sorry about the hesitating. I'll do better.
Kidd: You were better before... Just bring the old Carver back.
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Firehouse: common room
Herrmann: Hey, look who's here, just in time to lend a hand.
Mouch: What can I say? I have impeccable timing.
Cruz: Mouch, don't get too comfortable. We still need help installing this.
Mouch: Hey, nobody cares about abandoned babies more than me. But I just got back from a truly harrowing call, and I need some time to process.
Gallo: Okay... I put the app on your home screen, so you miss any notifications. Whenever the box is opened, it will trigger an alert on your phone.
Brett: Okay, well, shouldn't everyone have one of these?
Gallo: There's a wireless alarm that goes with it. If it's loud enough, we don't need it. Here. Let's see.
Herrmann: For the love of... Turn it off!
Gallo: I'm trying. There's probably an automatic number of chimes so you... Can't ignore it.
Herrmann: This is not staying in here.
Brett: It says to find a central location.
Mouch: This is where we come to relax.
Cruz: There's gotta be a way to change the tone or lower the volume.
Gallo: I don't see any settings for that.
Herrmann: My teenage daughter can't even make that noise.
Brett: You guys, it'll barely ever go off. It's meant to be annoying. That's the entire point of an alarm. It's letting us know that a baby is out there waiting to be saved, so no unplugging it, and no assuming someone else is gonna take care of it. Understood?
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CDF: Receptionnist's office
Violet: Good morning. Violet Mikami. I'm here for Frank Silva.
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CDF: Silva's office
Violet: Mr. Silva? I'm Violet Mikami.
Silva: Yes, currently assigned to Ambulance 61 at Firehouse 51, formerly Ambulance 99 and Firehouse 20... I got a call from a deputy district chief telling me I should take a meeting with the paramedic. It makes me awfully curious about the medic. What's this about, Mikami?
Violet: This is about Emma Jacobs, sir. She doesn't belong in Internal Affairs. She doesn't even belong in the CFD.
Silva: If this is about her washing out of the paramedic ranks, I'm well aware. You don't need to worry. She's not seeing patients in her current position.
Violet: It's not about that. It's about Emma attempting to blackmail Paramedic Chief Evan Hawkins into securing her a permanent spot at 51.
Silva: She tried to blackmail him how?
Violet: By threatening to manufacture allegations against Hawkins that would have put him in a very difficult spot that would have been impossible for him to refute. Her plan might have worked, except she flamed out on the job first.
Silva: How do you know about all this?
Violet: The allegations were about me, sir. Hawkins told me all about her scheme as it was playing out.
Silva: How did he tell you? In texts, emails, anything that could serve as evidence?
Violet: Our conversations were generally in person, one on one... Sir, you have to believe me.
Silva: It doesn't matter whether or not I believe you, Mikami. This is all hearsay. That's all it'll ever be. The sad fact is, Chief Hawkins isn't here to speak for himself... Listen, I appreciate you bringing this to my attention, and I'll keep an eye on Emma. But there's nothing actionable here.
Violet: Thank you for your time.
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Loft: bedroom
Severide: Hey. Hey. Hey, honey. Hey. Babe, you're okay. You're okay... It's just another bad dream. You're okay.
Kidd: I'm just so sick of this... Like, is this ever gonna end?
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Firehouse: garage
Severide: Hey, Gallo. Been looking for you.
Gallo: What's up, Lieutenant?
Severide: How's everything going on Truck? I know it's been a few weeks, but your team took the brunt of that call.
Gallo: It's been great to have Kidd back. But, uh... Carver's been struggling a little.
Severide: Struggling how?
Gallo: When we roped Kidd down into that vent, he kind of panicked. Just for a second, nothing huge. But he hasn't totally been himself lately, none of that cocky stuff, you know?
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Firehouse: common room
Violet: What the hell is that?
Herrmann: Somebody turn it down!
Cruz: Gallo says it doesn't work that way.
Brett: Okay. So FYI, it has a backup battery and a setting to go off whenever it loses power or someone unplugs it.
Herrmann: I was all the way over here.
Cruz: Wait. You guys, that means...
Brett: Someone opened the box.
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Firehouse: hallway
Brett: Wha... What is this, someone's GrubHub order? Why in the world would they leave it here?
Mouch: Because the delivery instructions say "place in outdoor slot."
Capp: Hey, my burrito. It's still warm. That alarm is amazing. I heard it all the way from the locker room.
Brett: Never do that again, any of you.
Cruz: Wow, I don't think I've ever seen her that angry.
Violet: Do we blame her, though?
Tony: Nice going, Capp.
Capp: I'm sorry, guys. I feel terrible.
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Firehouse: bullpen
Severide: Hey, Chief, any updates on Pryma?
Boden: Last I heard, they could save his leg. He's doing PT to get him walking again.
Severide: That incident messed with a lot of people.
Boden: Yeah, it did. There's a buzz about a medal ceremony for everyone involved. No doubt Kidd and Carver, they'll got some kind of special recognition. And the city, they will milk the favorable press for every single drop.
Severide: Yeah, I'm sure they will.
Boden: Huh.
Severide: Thanks for the update.
Boden: Yeah.
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Firehouse: common room
Violet: There's 11 million texts between me and Evan, and not once do we overtly discuss the situation with Emma.
Ritter: Did you check every variation? Emma, Jacobs, EJ?
Violet: Yeah, and every other term we ever use to refer to her, no matter how profane.
Gallo: It makes sense you didn't put much in writing. You guys were playing it pretty close to the vest.
Violet: I can't keep reading these old texts. It's killing me.
Gallo: Do you want us to look through them for you? I didn't think so. I was just trying to help.
Ritter: Did you check your voicemails?
Violet: Yeah, I even called Evan's old assistant to see if he ever mentioned Emma in any emails or notes or those voice memos he was always recording, but they cleaned out his office months ago. There's nothing left.
Ritter: Don't worry, Vi. It's only a matter of time before Emma pulls some new scam and they see her true colors.
Gallo: Totally. People like her, they're their own worst enemy.
Violet: Disagree. I'm her worst enemy. And I'm gonna be the one to bring her down.
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Firehouse: Kidd's quarters
Severide: Boden says Pryma should be on his own two feet again soon.
Kidd: That is pretty amazing, considering...
Severide: Yeah... Thanks to you and Carver. How'd he seem to you?
Kidd: Carver? Uh, I had to come down on him a little bit after that call, just try to kick him back into gear. But he's okay.
Severide: It sounds like he's still going through it.
Kidd: Carver's tough. He'll be fine.
Severide: Tough or not, this stuff is hard to go through solo. It might help to talk to someone who was there for both of you.
Kidd: You going soft on me, Kelly Severide? I am not gonna hold hands with Carver and sing songs and talk about our feelings.
Severide: Good, because if he touches your hand, he's a dead man. But the talking part, that can't hurt either of you.
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Firehouse: Locker room
Herrmann: Hey, you mind tending bar without me tonight? Cynthia, she's been feeling real tired lately, and I figured I'd give her a break by taking all the kids out for pizza, you know, let her stay home and take a bubble bath or something.
Kidd: Go for it. I mean, I'm pretty sure I can handle the, uh, Tuesday night Molly's rush on my own... Hey, Carver, make sure you stop by Molly's tonight, all right?
Carver: You got it. What's the occasion?
Kidd: Herrmann won't be around, so we can dip into a bottle of Macallan I know he's been hiding in his back office... Great.
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Firehouse: garage
Violet: What the hell are you doing here?
Emma Jacobs: I just wanted to tell you I know all about your visit with my boss. Why'd you do that, Violet?
Violet: Because you're a sociopath, and everyone should know.
Emma Jacobs: I don't understand, Violet. I cleared your friend, Carver. I did you a favor. We were even. But now...
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Outside the firehouse
Brett: Ms. Goodwin? Hi.
Sharon Goodwin: Hi.
Brett: What brings you by 51?
Sharon Goodwin: Well, I heard you had one of these new boxes and wanted to come by and see for myself. They're not easy to get.
Brett: Oh, I know. I went a little aggro on this and wouldn't let up, maybe wrangled a few of the higher-ups and my housemates too.
Sharon Goodwin: You know, we get newborns in the emergency room at Med who've been left in dumpsters, parking lots. Just last week, we had one who couldn't have been more than a few hours old. Someone left her on a bench in Union Station wrapped in a blanket stuffed in a shopping bag. She might have survived if they chose to leave her here instead.
Brett: Sadly, I have stories like that, too, which is why I put in for one of these.
Sharon Goodwin: It was worth all the wrangling. You know, I also heard that you fought hard for that paramedicine program too. We could use more Sylvie Bretts in Chicago.
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Pryma's house: porch
Theresa: You must be Kelly.
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Pryma's house: living room
Theresa: Girls, let's go to the kitchen so your dad and Lieutenant Severide can talk.
Pryma: I'd get up, but... Got shot in the leg with a rocket propelled grenade.
Severide: There's not many people that can say that.
Pryma: Grab a seat.
Severide: I didn't know you had three daughters.
Pryma: Yeah... Those girls could wreak more havoc than a whole block at Cook County Jail, but I couldn't love them more. I'm feeling grateful every day I'm still around to watch them grow, you know?
Severide: I heard a rumor you're getting an award.
Pryma: For what, being a human shield?
Severide: Hey... If that RPG hadn't hit you before arming, it would have blown half a dozen SWAT into the street.
Pryma: I didn't stick my leg out on purpose.
Severide: Just shut up and take the award.
Pryma: I will... And the early pension.
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Molly's
Brett: Maybe Emma's boss confronted her about the accusation, and she put two and two together and figured it must have been you.
Violet: Knowing her, she probably has his office bugged. All I know for sure is that Boden was right. I was blinded by vengeance. And now I'll be checking my six for Emma, for the rest of my life.
Brett: Well, you know, whatever happens, we have your back.
Violet: I know.
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Kidd: Herrmann marks the bottle. So I'll catch hell for this, but, uh... Worth it.
Carver: Why do I feel like I'm about to be led to a firing squad?
Kidd: Oh, we really don't trust each other much, do we?
Carver: Mm.
Kidd: Gotta work on that.
Carver: Just a suggestion, but you could start by explaining why you asked me here.
Kidd: Fair.
Carver: Mm-hmm.
Kidd: We never really got a chance to talk about the explosion.
Carver: We were both there. So?
Kidd: Yeah, and then I was out on medical, and you were back on shift two days later like it was nothing.
Carver: Mm-hmm.
Kidd: I've been, uh... Having these nightmares lately pretty much every night. And I thought that they would go away eventually, but, uh, here we are.
Carver: Hmm.
Kidd: What about you?
Carver: Nightmares? No. Not more than usual.
Kidd: So you're 100%? Except all of a sudden, your overconfidence, bad attitude is completely gone.
Carver: You miss them?
Kidd: And that's called deflection.
Carver: Mm-hmm.
Kidd: Mm-hmm... Truth is... I keep trying to put the whole thing behind me. But every day I wake up, I see this scar on my side... And it all just comes flooding back.
Carver: Scars are good for that... My older brother, he was always a bully. But one night, when I was nine years old, he took it up a notch. We were at this big family bonfire, something we did every July 4th. But this year, when no one else was around, he snuck up behind me, and he... Shoved me into the flames.
Kidd: No.
Carver: I dragged myself out of there. I'll never forget the hell of that pain. Meanwhile, he ran and told everyone that I tripped and fell, and he saved me, like he's the big hero... No one believed my version, what actually happened, because that's too insane. Why would a 15-year-old kid do that to his own little brother, right? I must be lying. Let's put the whole thing behind us, pretend it never happened.
Kidd: I'm sorry, Carver.
Carver: Yeah, well... Guess I'm not used to being the one who gets saved. And that's what you did. You got hurt by covering me. And I walked out of that house without a scratch... And it's been hanging over me, probably messing with my head... But I will pull it together, per my lieutenant's orders.
Kidd: Hey, maybe that's all I need, too, you know, a higher-up just to order me to pull it together.
Carver: Well, I was higher up than you at the academy, so I could do it.
Kidd: Mm. And there's that attitude.
Carver: Yeah.
Kidd: Hey. See? It's working already.
Carver: Yeah.
