Carver's apartement: bedroom
Carver: No. No, no.
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Carver: Hey, Kylie. It's Carver. I... I'm not going to make it in today. I got the flu or something... Thanks.
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Herrmann's house: living room
Cindy Herrmann: I had chemo, not knee surgery... I can still use my legs, Christopher.
Herrmann: I know. I know. I know. I know. It's just, you know, I feel so helpless, you know, watching you go through all that.
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Herrmann's house: kitchen
Cindy Herrmann: You next to me is all I need.
Herrmann: You want anything before I leave? Here... Juice, water?
Cindy Herrmann: Margarita?
Herrmann: I am pretty sure that the doctor said no alcohol. Also, it is 8 o'clock in the morning.
Cindy Herrmann: I have cancer. I get to do whatever I want.
Herrmann: I think you'll regret that once the, uh, nausea hits.
Cindy Herrmann: Fine. Buzzkill.
Herrmann: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... You... But I promise you, I will get you everything that you ask for at the firehouse.
Cindy Herrmann: You better.
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Outside the firehouse
Kidd: I mean, he gave, what, less than an hour's notice? What do you do when your guys call in sick like that?
Severide: Unless they're dying, they don't.
Kidd: Well, Carver better be at death's door. I know he was spinning out after his brother's visit, and I'm trying to cut him some slack, but now this? Chief! Any chance my floater preferences got through?
Boden: You know the drill, Lieutenant. Requests can only be put in the day before the start of shift.
Kidd: Girl can dream. Who we get?
Boden: Whoever's left.
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Firehouse: common room
Violet: So how'd it go with the Tinder guy? The super hot one, not the architect.
Ritter: We had fun. Probably won't see him again, though.
Herrmann: Oh. Why? What happened?
Ritter: Nothing really. He just wasn't a match.
Brett: Are you sure? Because I thought I was sure with Dylan, but then I started to miss him.
Herrmann: Who's Dylan?
Violet: Did you reach out to him?
Brett: Uh, well, I liked one of his Instagram posts, and he liked one of mine.
Muncell: Hey, hey. What's up, 51?
Gallo: Muncell. You're our floater. I thought you transferred over to O'Hare.
Muncell: Oh, not yet, but my name's still in the running. Keeping the faith.
Gallo: Must be competitive.
Muncell: Only three calls a week. Who wouldn't want that?
Dispatch: Engine 51. Automatic alarm. 519 West Fullerton.
Muncell: Dodged that one, right?
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Engine 51
Herrmann: Guy on your right.
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Street
Herrmann: Engine 51 to Main. Uh, we are on scene at 519 West Fullerton, checking on that automatic alarm.
Dispatch: Copy.
Herrmann: Hey, this your place?
Neighboor: No, I'm next door, but we heard a loud bang a while ago from inside, like something went off.
Ritter: Fire department!Anybody in there?
Herrmann: Not showing smoke, but I smell something.
Ritter: Yeah, we got flames in the back... And a victim!
Herrmann: 51 to Main. I need an ambulance.
Ritter: Let's go!
Dispatch: Copy, 51. Ambo en route.
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Building
Herrmann: Hey! Check her airway.
Ritter: It's clay.
Herrmann: Yeah. All right. Ritter, hit these flames.
Ritter: Copy that.
Herrmann: Engine 51 to Main, uh, hold the ambo.
Dispatch: Copy, ;51. Calling all Ambo back to the house.
Herrmann: Fire department! Call out! Whatever happened to art that was nice to look at, huh?
Ritter: Hey, Lieutenant?
Herrmann: Yeah... You found the point of ignition.
Ritter: Space heater.
Herrmann: Yep... And paint thinner. Fumes ignited, and... Kaboom. All right, um, I'll finish this up. Sweep the rest of the building, please.
Ritter: Yeah... Fire department! Call out!
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Ritter: Fire department... Anybody there? Hey, you folks all right?
Don Ramsey: Yeah, heard a window breaking.
Ritter: Yeah, that was us.
Ritter: We announced ourselves. Didn't you hear the explosion up front?
Artist: We thought that was outside.
Ritter: No, that was in the studio. Did you leave a space heater running?
Artist: Oh no, my ballerinas!
Ritter: Okay, come outside with me. We'll get you checked out.
Don Ramsey: No, thanks. I'm fine.
Ritter: I'm glad to hear it, but there's smoke in the air and chemicals, and...
Don Ramsey: I'm fine. Promise.
Ritter: Do I know you?
Don Ramsey: No, you don't.
Ritter: Hey. Hey! You can refuse treatment, but I need you to sign a release before you leave.
Don Ramsey: I'm not leaving because I was never here. You got that? And if you tell anyone otherwise, you'll regret it.
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Firehouse: garage
Gallo: Yo, catch a fire?
Ritter: A tiny one. Put it out with one hand. But during my sweep, it was the strangest thing... I caught this couple hiding in a closet, you know, like they'd been canoodling.
Gallo: You've been hanging out with Herrmann too long. "Canoodling"?
Ritter: Yeah. And the guy, he was real annoyed I found them like that.
Gallo: Well.
Ritter: He said, you tell anybody I was here, you'll regret it... Then he took off.
Gallo: That's weird.
Ritter: What's even weirder is I feel like I've seen his face before, and it was almost like he expected me to recognize him.
Gallo: What did Herrmann say about it?
Ritter: Didn't tell him. It had nothing to do with the fire, which wasn't a big deal anyway. Why drag people's personal drama into it?
Gallo:"You'll regret it." That's right out of a bad movie.
Ritter: Yeah.
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Firehouse: common room
TV: The wonders of Vietnam are many. Whether you want to explore and take in new sights, sounds, and flavors, or simply relax and play...
Muncell: How do I get one of these?
Mouch: Have a heart attack.
TV: Vietnam is rapidly becoming more popular among tourists from all over the world.
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Muncell: How goes the ambulance life?
Violet: Great. I only had one patient puke on me last week.
Muncell: Still got something against green apples, huh?
Violet: Yeah. That's quite the memory you have.
Muncell: Well, when it comes to you, Violet, I got a brain like an elephant... I could never forget.
Violet: Wow. Um... Uh, I'm... I'm way behind on inventory, and...
Muncell: Oh, jeez.
Violet: So I better get out of here.
Muncell: Yeah, go. We'll catch up later.
Trudy Platt: Hey.
Violet: Hey.
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Mouch: Looking for me, hon?
Trudy Platt: Uh, actually, point me to Lieutenant Severide.
Mouch: Oh, uh, I think he's out on a call or... Something I can pass along?
Trudy Platt: Yeah, would ya? Somebody's been setting small fires at Jackie's apartment building, the Prescott. You... You know my friend Jackie. Anyway, the place is kind of nice, so the residents all have sticks up their sunshine spots. They want to handle it internally, but they're not equipped, is what Jackie thinks. I tend to agree. So sure, the fires are small, but we've got multiple floors. We've got the smell of smoke randomly popping up throughout the building. And OFI is backlogged, so they said they'd get to it when they get to it.
Mouch: Yeah, they're understaffed and dealing with major blazes.
Trudy Platt: This needs an actual investigation, and I know Severide has a real nose for this. So tell him the address is in here. Jackie's phone number... He needs anything, she'll jump right on it... What?
Mouch: I just... I think it would be beneficial if I run point on this... If you had seen me solve the mystery of the broken couch last year, let's just say there would be no hesitation.
Trudy Platt: Baby, this is a friend I'm doing a favor for.
Mouch: I understand.
Trudy Platt: Are you sure you're up for this?
Mouch: I am sure.
Trudy Platt: Okay then... But you're... You're going to run all this stuff by Severide, right?
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Firehouse: hallway
Tony: Hey, uh, Ritter, Herrmann said you rescued a little ballerina today.
Ritter: Okay, here we go.
Tony: Was she threatening you? I heard you had to disarm her.
Ritter: Ha, ha.
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Firehouse: briefing room
Ritter: Hey, Mouch.
Mouch: Hey.
Ritter: Do you know who this is?
Mouch: Sure. That's Don Ramsey.
Ritter: Who's Don Ramsey?
Mouch: Well, he used to be a big shot at headquarters, king of the pencil pushers. Then he left the CFD to go into politics.
Ritter: He's a politician?
Mouch: Crack open a newspaper once in a while, Ritter. Don Ramsey is your city treasurer.
Ritter: Oh, well, guess that's why he looked so familiar.
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Firehouse: locker room
Carver: Leave a message. I'll get back to you.
Kidd: Carver, it's Kidd. Just, uh, I wanted to check in, see how you're doing. Text me when you get this. Let me know you're still alive.
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Firehouse: common room
Gallo: Don Ramsey, R-A-M-S-E-Y?
Ritter: I guess so.
Gallo: Is this the guy?
Ritter: That is 1,000% the guy.
Gallo: And let me guess. That's not the woman he was with.
Ritter: Not even close.
Gallo: "As your treasurer, I promise to serve you with prudence, fortitude, and integrity." Sure thing, buddy. Ritter, you found yourself a pretty juicy scoop on a big-time politico.
Ritter: Well, that's his personal business, and I do not want any part of it. So let's just keep this between you and me, all right?
Gallo: Copy that. Ixnay on Don Ramsey's canoodling.
Kidd: Gallo! Drills on the apron. Move.
Gallo: Copy.
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Firehouse: garage
Muncell: Hey, Vi. You got a towel in there?
Violet: Hey. Um, yeah.
Muncell: Lieutenant Kidd, she's a real taskmaster. I haven't drilled that hard since the academy.
Violet: Oh, yeah. Well, she's on a mission to run the best fire company in the CFD. Got to go hard.
Muncell: So listen, um, you like going on walks or...
Violet: Guess so. Yeah.
Muncell: Awesome, awesome. Yeah. Dinner and drinks are so expensive these days, you know? So I... I was thinking, maybe you and I could take a stroll after shift, get to know each other?
Violet: Oh. I meant walks, like, in general, not right now, though, when it's, like, 3 degrees outside.
Muncell: Oh, well, we could go to Water Tower Mall. It's indoors.
Violet: Right. Uh... Okay, I'm... I'm sorry, Muncell, but...
Muncell: Oh, call me Paul.
Violet: Okay, Paul. The thing is, um, I'm really not interested in dating right now. So thanks, but no.
Muncell: All right. Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me... On the couch.
Violet: Okay.
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Firehouse: Herrmann's quarters
Ritter: Kylie said you wanted to see me, Lieutenant?
Herrmann: Uh... Um, that art studio called. Doherty said that you were talking to some guy. He cut out the back?
Ritter: Yeah. He refused treatment.
Herrmann: We get a release signed?
Ritter: Yeah, no. I tried, but...
Herrmann: Eh, that's okay. Did you get his name, at least? I can drop it in the report.
Ritter: Uh, he didn't give one, just bolted out of there before I could ask.
Herrmann: Eh... All right, minor incident like this, I doubt that they'll ever even follow up, so, um, don't sweat it.
Ritter: Cool.
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Firehouse: locker room
Kidd: I know he's not a world-class communicator, but nothing, not even a text? I left him a voicemail yesterday, and it's just been crickets.
Severide: What are you hoping to hear?
Kidd: I don't know... I guess I want him to be really sick so I don't have to worry about him, if you know what I mean.
Severide: I do.
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Severide: If you want to check on him, you should, and get to the bottom of it.
Kidd:Yeah, I think I better, no matter what the outcome.
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The Prescott's: entrance
Jackie: This was the most recent fire... And there are similar spots like this on almost all the floors.
Mouch: Hmm... Interesting.
Jackie: What?
Mouch: I don't want to say too much.
Jackie: Of course.
Mouch: Um, I'm going to do my thing. I might talk to some of the residents, if that'd be okay.
Jackie: Absolutely. I'm in 4F if you need anything else.
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The Prescott's: hallway
Mouch: Morning, sir. I'm looking into some recent fires.
Richie: Someone already came by about that.
Mouch: Yes... Okay then.
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Irene: Are you a cop?
Mouch: Uh, no, ma'am, I am not.
Irene: I'm very busy today with my plants.
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Old lady: Oh, I sure hope you catch him. I've been nervous to leave my apartment after dark now.
Mouch: I'll do my best, ma'am.
Old lady: Good luck.
Mouch: Thank you.
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Lawyer: What are you doing?
Mouch: Oh. Hello, sir. I'm with the CFD.
Lawyer: You have a warrant for that camera? Well, no, but... Illinois is a two-party consent state. You can't just put up surveillance in a private building.
Mouch: Let me guess. Lawyer?
Lawyer: Let me guess. You don't have a warrant.
Mouch: I will respectfully withdraw.
Lawyer: Good.
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Carver's apartment: door
Kidd: Wow.
Carver: What are you doing here?
Kidd: I came to check on you... And clearly, you're not okay.
Carver: I'm good. I... I just...
Kidd: You know you left me high and dry... No notice, no call, no text.
Carver: I was sick. I told Kylie.
Kidd: Do not lie to me... You are not sick... I know the visit from your brother was rough, but this isn't the way to handle it. I have given you as much slack as I can, but, Carver, I am out of rope... If I can't trust you, I can't work with you... It's that simple... You either show up next shift, ready to be straight with me, or you are done at 51.
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Molly's
Herrmann: Making your floater drink alone?
Gallo: He said he was meeting someone.
Herrmann: So what did Kidd have tosay about Carver's no-show?
Gallo: Nothing. I mean, she barely left her office. And when she did, it was to run drills for two hours.
Herrmann: Mm. You think he's in hot water?
Ritter: What happened to, "let truckies worry about truck and focus on engine"?
Herrmann: I tell you and the boys that, all right? I'm the lieutenant. I have to, you know, be in tune with the whole house.
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Muncell: Vi... Over here. Have a seat.
Violet: Uh, thanks, but, uh, Brett and I are going to get our own table.
Muncell: Oh.
Violet: Girl talk 'n stuff, you know.
Muncell: Well, she's not here yet, and I can do girl talk as good as anyone.
Violet: Muncell, I... I thought I was pretty clear. I'm not dating right now.
Muncell: Psh, men, am I right? Can't take no for an answer? Girl talk.
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Ritter: You good?
Violet: Vodka on the rocks, please. Muncell asked me out, again.
Herrmann: So, uh, he's got a thing for you?
Gallo: Look, if he asks again, you can say we're together. He'll back off for sure.
Violet: I don't think he'll be trying again. I was... I was pretty harsh this time. But thank you. I... I actually do appreciate that.
Herrmann: Mm.
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Firehouse: garage
Gallo: Whoa. You're back.
Carver: You disappointed?
Gallo: Relieved. You doing okay?
Carver: I'm back to 100%.
Gallo: Glad to hear it.
Carver: Morning, Lieutenant.
Kidd: Morning. I want to run a Denver drill after breakfast. North apron.
Carver: We'll get it set up.
Kidd: Great.
Gallo: Need a hand?
Carver: Sure. Get up here.
Gallo: Whoo.
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Firehouse: briefing room
Severide: You know Trudy thinks you hung the moon, right? You don't need to prove anything to her. She loves you.
Mouch: I know that, but... Being married to Trudy is like chasing a moving train. You want to hitch a ride? You got to run like hell to keep up. There's no getting complacent with a woman like that.
Severide: I think I know what you mean. Come on. Let's solve this.
Mouch: Uh... They're all suspicious.
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Outside the firehouse
Ritter: How do you have my phone number?
Don Ramsey: Thought we had an understanding, Darren. What are you playing at?
Ritter: What?
Don Ramsey: You were supposed to keep your mouth shut, so how is it your lieutenant mentioned me in his incident report? "Unidentified adult male was present but fled the scene."
Ritter: Yeah, unidentified. I never gave your name.
Don Ramsey: So what's your angle?
Ritter: My angle?
Don Ramsey: Yeah, what are you after? You think you got some kind of leverage now? You going to show the report to the newspapers, to my wife?
Ritter: Look, man, whatever happened in that back room, I don't care.
Don Ramsey: Nothing happened.
Ritter: Again, I don't care.
Don Ramsey: You know what I do for a living, so you know what kind of reach I got. Anyone ever finds out that I was the unidentified man, I will ruin you... You, your lieutenant, and this whole firehouse. Do you understand?
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Firehouse: garage
Gallo: Hey, Lieutenant, do you mind if I head inside, for a couple minutes?
Kidd: Yeah, Carver and I can finish up.
Gallo: Thanks.
Carver: I appreciate you coming by the other day... For what it's worth, you would have had every right to drop me on the spot, so thank you for this chance... And I know earning your trust back is going to mean more than showing up on time and working my ass off, but I am ready to do whatever it takes. I want to be here.
Kidd: Good.
Carver: But I do want to say, Lieutenant, all... All due respect, you know about my past and my family. I've been more honest with you than almost anyone else in my life... And I hope that counts for something.
Kidd: It does. That's why you're still here. But honesty is not a one-time thing... Like I said, it's the only way to work together moving forward.
Carver: Absolutely... Thank you, Lieutenant.
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Firehouse: locker room
Gallo: Hey. What's going on?
Ritter: Don Ramsey just paid me a visit. He's got my name, my phone number, a copy of the incident report.
Gallo: Are you serious?
Ritter: He's losing it, totally paranoid, terrified that I'm going to out his affair.
Gallo: But you aren't.
Ritter: It doesn't matter. He won't trust me. And what happens if word gets out some other way? Somebody on the street could have seen him coming or going. He'll think I'm the one who talked... And he's threatening the whole firehouse over this.
Gallo: Damn.
Ritter: I got to spill everything to Herrmann... If he ends up in the crosshairs, he deserves to know why.
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Firehouse: common room
Cruz: This guy, he thinks he's, like, God's gift to 12-and-under rec hockey. "Uh, leave the skating lessons to me." Says he doesn't want Javi to develop "bad habits." Who the hell does this guy think he is? Skating is skating. I'll teach my son if I want to.
Herrmann: I hate guys like that. Think they know better 'cause they used to play high school varsity. Hey, you know what? You know what you should do? You should pull Javi out, start your own team, and whoop this guy's sorry ass.
Cruz: You're damn right, I should.
Violet: Does anyone else feel like Herrmann has been more talkative recently?
Capp: Yeah, he keeps asking about the possum by my house.
Tony: That thing's still hanging around?
Capp: Well, I've been feeding it.
Brett: Yeah, usually Herrmann is first to bail whenever dating talk comes up, but even last shift, he asked me about the breakup with Dylan.
Mouch: You spring chickens won't understand this for a while, but when a man of our vintage faces hard times, he remembers that life is really about family and the people around you. Herrmann's just trying to invest in your lives, show he cares. Let him in... Oh... Hey, babe. Okay. Yep. No, no, no problem. We will be ready... They're having a town hall meeting at the Prescott tomorrow at 11:00 sharp. Trudy would like the case wrapped up by then.
Severide: Let's get back to it.
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Firehouse: Herrmann's quarters
Ritter: Hey, Lieutenant. You got a second?
Herrmann: Hey. Uh, no, that won't work either. She's got a chemo appointment then. I just want to make sure that... I just want to make sure that she can see the oncologist before her next, uh, dose. Yeah. Yeah, I can hold. Yeah. Hey, Ritter. What's up?
Ritter: Don't worry about it. You got your hands full.
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Firehouse: Severide's quarters
Kidd: You and Watson crack it yet? Or is Mouch the Sherlock in this situation?
Severide: We're getting there... I saw Carver was in today.
Kidd: Mm-hmm. He's got that box checked. Attitude seems good, too.
Severide: But?
Kidd: I don't know.
Dispatch: Truck 81, Ambulance 61, person down, 198 West Saint Paul.
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Street
Sandy: Quick! Before more of them come off!
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Back yard
Sandy: It's over this way... Over here.
Theo: Please! Get me out of this thing!
Brett: Get me some ice and a Ziploc bag.
Kidd: Okay. Hey, my name's Stella. What's your name?
Theo: Theo.
Kidd: Theo, we're going to have your hand out of there in no time. I just need you to stay still and breathe, okay? All right... Grinder, Sawzall, tool bag, go.
Gallo: Copy.
Violet: Get it?
Theo: Oh, my God... Oh, my God!
Brett: Hey, it's okay. The doctors at Med will be able to sew that back on, no problem.
Theo: For real?
Brett: Oh, yeah. Believe it or not, they do it all the time.
Kidd: Now, Theo, I have to ask, why'd you stick your hand in a snow blower?
Theo: I was waxing the chute. It makes the snow go out easier.
Brett: Oh, I'm impressed. That's a pro move.
Theo: I can do more driveways in less time that way.
Kidd: Oh, you running a little neighborhood operation?
Theo: Yeah, I'm saving up for a PS5.
Carver: Lieutenant.
Kidd: Gallo, cut the auger axle.
Gallo: Yeah.
Kidd: Carver, help him hold it steady.
Carver: You got it.
Theo: Thanks.
Sandy: Please, be careful!
Kidd: Mouch.
Mouch: Let's get that finger on ice, huh? Right this way.
Gallo: Cutting... I think I'm too close.
Theo: Is something wrong?
Kidd: It's all good. We're almost there, Theo.
Carver: I've seen you make cuts down to a millimeter. You've got this. You've got room.
Gallo: All right... Got it.
Kidd: Give me some space. All right. Okay. Here we go, nice and easy... There we go.
Brett: I know that looks scary, but it's a really clean cut. There's a good chance the doctors will be able to put that right back on. You'll be right back to "Call of Duty."
Kidd: Here we go. Almost there. All right. There you go.
Sandy: Theo, honey, it's going to be okay. No more snow blowing. A shovel was good enough for your grandfather. It is good enough for you.
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Street
Violet: You can ride with us, ma'am.
Kidd: All right, let's pack it up! Thank you.
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Firehouse: locker room
Gallo: Did you get a chance to talk to Herrmann?
Ritter: I couldn't do it... He's got plenty to worry about these days. I can't dump this on him, too.
Gallo: So what are you going to do?
Ritter: I'm going to handle it myself.
Herrmann: Hey, guys.
Gallo: Hey.
Herrmann: Ugh. I can't believe Engine didn't catch a run today... Hey, you guys had an extrication?
Carver: Kid stuck his hand in a snow blower, chopped off a finger.
Herrmann: Oh, nice... You remember which one?
Carver: I don't.
Herrmann: Mm. That's all right. Thanks, anyway. Hey, see you next shift.
Carver: Yeah. See you then.
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The Prescott's: briefing room
Jackie: Before we get into the agenda, we have an update regarding the recent wave of fire-based vandalism.
Trudy Platt: You solved the case?
Severide: Actually...
Mouch: The Prescott is a building as old as Chicago. Some might say it has many tales to tell... If these walls could talk, right? Well, they can... Refurbished in 1954 to install central heating and air, the building's floors were connected by a vast network of air conditioning vents. Now, what connects these char spots? Each one occurred just outside a vent... The smell of smoke randomly throughout the building, charred spots on the carpet from sparks distributed throughout... It's almost as if someone who doesn't like all those flyers ripped them off the board, lit them on fire, and dropped them into her air conditioning vent.
Irene: I don't know what you're talking about.
Mouch: I saw the evidence in your apartment, ma'am.
Irene: There are too many flyers. Everyone says so. New rules and regulations and new codes... Ooh, don't do this, don't do that.
Lawyer: How could you?
Irene: No one wants this many flyers.
Jackie: We're going to need your keys, Irene.
Irene: Fine, but you'll be hearing from my lawyer.
Lawyer: Gladly.
Trudy Platt: You are taking me home right now.
Mouch: Thank you.
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Don Ramsey's office: entrance
Ritter: I'm looking for Don Ramsey.
Jenny: Do you have an appointment?
Ritter: I don't need one. Just tell him Darren Ritter is here.
Jenny: That is not how it works. Mr. Ramsey's schedule is set weeks in advance.
Don Ramsey: Uh, that's okay, Jenny. Come on in.
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Don Ramsey's office
Don Ramsey: What are you doing? This is where I work.
Ritter: Yeah, and the firehouse is where I live. Those people are my family. You threatened my family.
Don Ramsey: Okay, just take it down a...
Ritter: Get this through your head. I do not care what happens in your private life. I'm all about minding my own business, but you're going to mind yours, too. You got that? Forget you ever met me, 'cause you make trouble for my lieutenant or my firehouse, I don't care if you're the president... I'll come for you... Say you understand.
Don Ramsey: I understand.
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Herrmann's house: bedroom
Herrmann: That's how I used to study in English class, reading the backs of my eyelids.
Cindy Herrmann: It's like the words are swimming on the page, making me seasick.
Herrmann: Hey.
Cindy Herrmann: So...
Herrmann: Yeah.
Cindy Herrmann: Did you get what I asked for at the firehouse?
Herrmann: Yeah. I did... Are you ready? Are you sure?
Cindy Herrmann: Stop teasing me.
Herrmann: Okay. So get this, all right? There's this floater at the firehouse. He keeps asking Violet out. So Gallo, what does he do? He offers to be her fake boyfriend.
Cindy Herrmann: No.
Herrmann: Oh, yeah.
Cindy Herrmann: Oh, the two of them again. That sounds like trouble.
Herrmann: You telling me. So... Oh, things on the truck, they still seem a little tense, but they caught the best call today. Somebody chopped their finger off in a snow blower.
Cindy Herrmann: Ew.
Herrmann: Yeah.
Cindy Herrmann: Gross.
Herrmann: Yeah, it was a snow...
Cindy Herrmann: You... You don't have to tell me everything.
Herrmann: Okay, fine.
Cindy Herrmann: But listen, you are going to want to hear this one, all right? Brett was dating this guy, right? And he was, like, really handsome...
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Molly's
Violet: Well, have you DMed Dylan yet?
Brett: I did, but he didn't respond.
Violet: Ugh.
Gallo: You were the one that said you wanted to keep it casual.
Brett: I know, but I messed up.
Violet: I think you might need to make a stronger move if you really want to see him again, like a statement move.
Brett: Like what?
Violet: Gallo? Gallo?
Muncell: Well, I have the best news. My transfer went through. I ship out to O'Hare next week.
Brett: "Ship out"?
Muncell: It's a hell of a commute, yeah. So I just wanted to swing by, say my goodbyes. Yeah, you probably won't see much of me. I hear the airport brothers really fly together, so this is your last chance to buy your favorite floater a drink.
Gallo: Yeah. Uh, congrats! Let's get a beer.
Brett: Um, what just happened?
Violet: Um, it was... It was just, um... Well, Muncell has been asking me out, so it was... It was just, um, a thing... Yeah.
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Carver: Club soda.
Kidd: I'm not your mom... I'm not going to police your drinking.
Carver: I know you're not. She'd probably pour me a double.
Kidd: Mm... I appreciate the way you had Gallo's back on that call... It meant a lot. I could tell.
Carver: He'd do the same for me... Any of you guys would... I said some things a couple of shifts ago about not wanting to get too close to the 51 gang, that I thought it was suffocating.
Kidd: Oh, I remember.
Carver: It wasn't true, and I am sorry I said it... I want to be at 51... I need this family.
Kidd: Glad you're here, Carver.
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Kidd: Hey. I got your message about Van Meter. What's going on? Wow... What are you going to do?
