Herrmann's house: living room
Cindy Herrmann: All doctors are the same. It's not your life, so what does it really matter?
Herrmann: Hey, what's going on?
Cindy Herrmann: While you were in the shower, Dr. Bishop's office called. They pushed today's appointment to Friday.
Herrmann: What?
Cindy Herrmann: They said the doctor was dealing with some kind of emergency at the hospital, but still, four more days? We've barely been sleeping waiting for this appointment, but what does Dr. Bishop care? He is not the one waiting to be told if the chemo worked, or if the cancer has advanced, or I'm just...
Herrmann: Hey, hey, hey, hey, I know this is crazy-making, all right? But hey, we can do it. Just gotta keep thinking good thoughts, all right?
Cindy Herrmann: I honestly don't think I can do this. I just wanna go burn down the hospital.
Herrmann: The good news is, if you do, I'll be first on scene... Well, hey, hey... All right, you're not gonna burn anything down, and you are gonna continue to be the warrior that you have been through this whole thing. And we, we're gonna get to that appointment, okay?
Cindy Herrmann: Mm-hmm.
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Cruz's appartment: living room
Javi: Are you coming to my basketball game tomorrow?
Cruz: How are you doing hockey and basketball at the same time? That's a lot of games.
Javi: Basketball is for school. Hockey isn't. You've missed so many. Maybe you can come to this one?We play St. Hilda's. Their uniforms look like Stormtrooper outfits, all white with black edges. It's so cool. Our uniforms suck.
Cruz: That's great.
Javi: That our uniforms suck?
Cruz: What?
Javi: Nothing. Just can you come to the game this time?
Cruz: I'm sorry, papito. No, I can't. There's so much work to do at the firehouse now that I'm acting lieutenant... Okay, come on. We gotta... We gotta get out of here. If I drop you off late, your mom will kill me.
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Street
Violet: I saw you sell your Bronco the other day. This one called your name instead?
Carver: Well, when you said that Bronco was the manliest car on the planet, I realized I could get top dollar for it, so why not?
Violet: Come on, why did you let that hot car go?
Carver: Pickups are easier when you're doing construction... I've been taking a lot more jobs lately, so it just made sense.
Violet: Hmm. Well, pickups are good for drive-in movies too.
Carver: True fact.
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Firehouse: Boden's office
Boden: So Severide is enjoying the arson program?
Kidd: He is. I can tell he misses being here, but I know he's not gonna leave early, so it's gonna be another month and a half. I'm really glad I went. My mind had started to spin being apart, but we had a really great time. And he's excited to come back to 51.
Boden: Good. You know, the absence of a leader like Severide is always gonna have an effect on the dynamic here. So it is our job to keep things running smoothly in the meantime.
Kidd: Yes, sir.
Boden: Okay. Come on. Let's go.
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Firehouse: bullpen
Kidd: See you, Chief.
Herrmann: Hey.
Boden: Thought you had the oncologist appointment this morning.
Herrmann: Yeah. It got postponed until Friday.
Boden: I'm sorry. I know how hard the waiting has been. I'll make sure Donna knows so she can reach out to Cindy.
Herrmann: Yeah.
Boden: If there is anything that I can do...
Dispatch: All units, structure fire, 3397 Frederick.
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Street
Man: Hey, you okay?
Kidd: All right, nice and easy.
Woman: Oh!
Carver: Come on.
Kidd: Nice and easy. You got it? Yeah. Hey, what happened in there?
Volunteer: We were doing a blood drive, and the place just started filling with smoke. We saw flames in the hallway. It started somewhere in the back of the building.
Kidd: Okay. All right. All right, Herrmann!
Herrmann: Yeah. Let's get a line on that fire. Hold it back. Truck, Squad, let's do a primary search. Truck handles the blood drive. Squad, you clear the rest of the building.
Cruz: Copy.
Kidd: Let's go.
Brett: Come on.
Cruz: All right, we split up. Capp, Tony, take the left side. Bamford, we're on the right. Stay on my hip.
Bamford: Well, I don't really need a babysitter, but all right, you're the boss.
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Building
Cruz: Capp, Tony, basement!
Tony: Copy.
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Street
Violet: Everyone, let's clear away from the building. Is anyone hurt?
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Building
Kidd: Fire department! Call out! Fire department! Call out!
Lori: Help! Over here!
Kidd: Hey! Don't worry about the fire! You gotta get outside.
Lori: The cooler, we need to save the cooler.
Kidd: No...
Lori: We need to save the cooler!
Carver: Gallo, give me a hand.
Gallo: Yeah.
Kidd: Mouch, check for other victims and then try to get that cooler.
Mouch: Copy.
Carver: One, two, three.
Kidd: Come on. We gotta go.
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Cruz: Fire department! Call out! Fire department! Call out!
Girl: Please! Please, help! Help me! Please help me! I'm over here. Please help me.
Bamford: I can get to her.
Cruz: Do it!
Girl: Please help! Please! Help, help! Here! Please!
Bamford: Stay down. Stay down. It's all right. Just stay down. You're gonna be all right.
Cruz: Can you get her out through the window?
Bamford: Affirmative. See you outside.
Cruz: Copy that.
Bamford: You're gonna stay low. You're gonna stay next to me.
Cruz: We're gonna be all right. Squad, there's one victim, coming out, delta side.
Violet: Copy that.
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Cruz: Fire department! Call out!
Herrmann: Let's make this arch our position.
Ritter: Copy.
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Street
Kidd: All right, let's get you some oxygen.
Lori: Where is he?
Kidd: Hey. He's got a job to do, but he'll be out when he can, all right? Medic.
Paramedic: Here. It's okay. Okay.
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Bamford: Hey, you did it. Nice work. Let's go over here and get you checked out.
Cruz: Finished our sweep, Lieutenant. No more victims in the back room.
Kidd: All right. Mouch, report... Mouch, where are you? Joe! Hey, whoa.
Mouch: Keep back. It's hot.
Cruz: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Lori: Oh, thank God. Thank God.
Mouch: They're good?
Lori: They are. Thank you. This is enough blood to save a hundred lives or more.
Kidd: Look at you, Mouch. A hundred lives? That's gotta be some kind of record... All right, now let's get you checked out. Okay, 51, let's wrap it up.
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Firehouse: garage
Bamford: That was a bloodbath, am I right?
Capp: Yeah, it was a new one on me.
Bamford: Yeah, that was a good fire. Cruz tried to sideline me back there, and I still pulled off the save.
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Firehouse: Boden's office
Cruz: Chief, you got a sec?
Boden: What do you need, Joe?
Cruz: Keith Bamford isn't working out.
Boden: How so?
Cruz: He doesn't seem to respect me much, and I just figured there's gotta be somebody else we can get that won't give me heartburn.
Boden: If he isn't respecting your command, write him up. I can find a new replacement.
Cruz: Write him up?
Boden: He has been detailed here due to Severide's absence. So if you wanna get rid of him, you need to document cause.
Cruz: I mean, I figured I'm just acting lieutenant... Chief, I don't wanna be the reason the guy gets a black mark on his record.
Boden: Cruz, you are leading Squad 3... Either make it work or send him packing... Your call.
Cruz: Thank you, Chief.
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Firehouse: common room
Ritter: Hey, what you got there, Mouch?
Mouch: A Chicago classic, '72 American LaFrance.
Gallo: What is that, a model?
Mouch: Sure is. 1:25 scale, level 5 build. That's the highest level. That's neat.
Brett: What a fun hobby.
Mouch: It's not a hobby. It's historical preservation. You all know the Chicago Craftsmanship Museum?
Gallo: No.
Ritter: I really haven't heard of it.
Mouch: Normally when I finish one of these bad boys, I donate it to the museum for the world to enjoy, but this one, I'm building on commission. Deputy District Chief Clem Girardi recognized my talents from a '64 Mack Pumper I built a few years back and personally asked me to track this one down for him.
Gallo: Why?
Brett: Yeah, why didn't he build it himself? Isn't that the point of these models?
Mouch: It's a level 5, Brett. And while I find a challenge like this calming, a real meditation, an amateur builder would crumble under the pressure. It takes patience and a laser-like focus. You have to go totally zen. If any one piece is off axis when that glue dries...
Gallo: You have to reglue it?
Mouch: Where's the deck gun? Nobody move... Come on! Where is it? There has to be a deck gun! It's the metaphorical cherry on top.
Dispatch: Ambulance 61, person in distress.
Mouch: Watch your step.
Dispatch: 348 West Maxwell.
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Marilyn and Andrew's house
Marilyn: Hurry, please! My husband, he's acting crazy. I don't know what's wrong.
Brett: Yeah, what's his name?
Marilyn: Andrew.
Andrew: Don't. No, stay away. Whoa.
Brett: Hey, Andrew, we're here to help.
Andrew: What's he doing here? Why... Why'd you bring him? No, no, no! Make him go away. All of you, leave.
Brett: Has he taken any drugs, prescription, recreational?
Marilyn: No, he doesn't. He wouldn't. He gets drug tested for work. He's a county prosecutor.
Brett: How long has he been like this?
Marilyn: Not long, a few minutes before you got here. A few hours ago, he had a bad headache. He was dizzy. He started throwing up, and then this.
Violet: Maybe it's food poisoning? What has he eaten today?
Marilyn: He had oatmeal and a grapefruit, I think.
Brett: Okay, he's calming down. Let's take a look.
Violet: Okay.
Brett: Hey, Andrew, we're gonna do a quick exam, okay?
Andrew: What's happening to me?
Brett: That's what we're gonna figure out, okay?
Violet: May I have your hand? Great.
Brett: Heart rate's elevated. All right, I'll get his pressure.
Marilyn: What's... What's happening? Why can't he breathe?
Violet: I hear wheezing.
Brett: All right, drop 0.3 epi. I'll get the CPAP on him.
Violet: You got it.
Brett: Andrew, you need to try and stay calm. Take slow, easy breaths, okay? All right... Okay, he's stable, but we need to get him to Med. Something's not right here.
Violet: These symptoms do not add up. I'm gonna grab the stretcher.
Brett: Yeah.
Marilyn: Oh. Oh.
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Firehouse: Kidd's quarters
Cruz: Hey, Kidd, can I, uh, pick your brain for a second?
Kidd: Sure, just leave me enough to work with.
Cruz: Hey, you know how you ironed out that situation with Carver?
Kidd: Is it ironed out? I'm never quite sure. What's up? Is Bamford still giving you grief?
Cruz: It's tricky. Solid firefighter. It's just that attitude of his.
Kidd: Ah.
Cruz: Boden said it's up to me whether to keep him or not. I just wanna give it my best effort.
Kidd: I thought Carver was a lost cause at first, you know, just a cocky pain in the ass. But I dug a little deeper, and turned out there was a lot more going on. I can't say it fully corrected, though.
Cruz: What, so maybe that's what I should do with Bamford. You know, dig a little deeper, see what I've got?
Kidd: Sounds right to me.
Cruz: Thanks, Kidd.
Kidd: Mm-hmm. Gotcha.
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Firehouse: common room
Bamford: Hey, man, is there more coffee sweetener hiding around here someplace?
Carver: You know, I'm still finding my way around this kitchen myself. Maybe try that one?
Bamford: Ah, score!
Cruz: Hey, Bamford?
Bamford: Yeah?
Cruz: You got any plans tomorrow night?
Bamford: I don't think so. Why?
Cruz: Meet me at Molly's, join me for a beer.
Bamford: Yeah, sure. I just had a beer with this guy. I gotta do it again? Is this like a thing with 51, mandatory team spirit? I'll tell you something, this place is high maintenance.
Carver: Maybe a little.
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Ritter: Hey, Mouch, how about this one? It's got a deck gun that might fit, and there are three in stock right now at the Target on LaSalle.
Mouch: Keep looking.
Ritter: We've searched everywhere. We've searched hobby sites and eBay stores... Gallo has been on the deep web for hours.
Gallo: I'm almost bought a real gun from a guy in Slovenia. I'm probably on some government watchlist now.
Ritter: It looks pretty close to what's on the box.
Mouch: Would you put a Volkswagen engine in a Ferrari? Chief Girardi.
Girardi: At ease, gentlemen. I was in the area when I got your text about the model coming in. Figured I'd stop by and see for myself.
Mouch: It's still a work in progress.
Girardi: Ooh, looks like it's really coming together. You could finish by end of shift, huh?
Mouch: Uh, I don't know about that. A call or two might come in.
Ritter: Yeah, we're one of the busiest houses in the city.
Girardi: Uh-huh. Well, whatever you can do to complete it ASAP, I would greatly appreciate... You know, my father rode on a rig just like this... He doesn't have much time left. Any day now really.
Mouch: Oh, wow, I didn't realize.
Girardi: You know what? I didn't wanna put any unnecessary pressure on you to find it in time, but now here it is taking shape... I knew we could count on you, McHolland... Gentlemen.
Gallo: We're...
Ritter: Mm-hmm, yeah.
Mouch: Ah.
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Firehouse: locker room
Violet: I once saw a case of pufferfish poisoning that had similar symptoms.
Brett: Tetrodotoxin, right?
Violet: Yeah, headache, vomiting, stomach pain, mental impairment, cardiac arrhythmia. It was all there. But I doubt he was garnishing his oatmeal with pufferfish.
Brett: Well, maybe it's a mental and physical breakdown due to stress. His wife said he's a county prosecutor, which is a pretty stressful job.
Violet: Maybe. I'd be curious to see what the tox report says.
Carver: I couldn't help overhearing. At my last house, we had a call where this guy was going nuts, acting like a real whack job. Turns out his liver was failing.
Violet: Yeah, that's called end-stage liver disease, ESLD, which is associated with delirium due to altered cortical brain activity.
Brett: And abdominal pain and nausea, which our guy had.
Violet: But his wife said he's been in great health, and there's been no previous signs, so that can't be it. Not a bad guess, though.
Carver: I'm thinking guesses aren't good enough in your line of work.
Brett: Well, sometimes it's the best we can do until we get them to Med.
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Molly's
Cruz: So what's your story, Bamford?
Bamford: My story?
Cruz: Yeah, your background. Like, you got any family at home?
Bamford: Two kids and an ex. AKA, I'm broke.
Cruz: Sorry to hear that.
Bamford: Yeah.
Cruz: How old are your kids?
Bamford: 10 and 12, two girls, great kids... I miss them like hell when they're with the ex.
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Herrmann: I'm a terrible person.
Kidd: What are you talking about?
Herrmann: I came to work to avoid Cindy. She's so stressed out right now, I wasn't sure that I could handle it. So... But what kind of person does that?
Kidd: A loving husband who maybe needs a little break.
Herrmann: Eh... I gotta go home, right, calm her down, be there for her and the kids.
Kidd: Whatever you want. I got the bar, all right? Go.
Herrmann: All right.
Kidd: Go.
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Building
Reggie: Morning, super medic.
Violet: Hey, Reggie. How's the elbow?
Reggie: Better, thanks. I'm carrying gallons of gin and juice now with no problem.
Violet: Mm. It's important work.
Reggie: I owe you an apology, or at least I'm going to. I'm having some renovations done on the living room. You know, building it out a little bit. It could get loud.
Violet: Oh, don't worry about that. I'm barely home during the day anyway.
Reggie: Well, I'll remind you of that when you come banging on my door. I'll see you then.
Violet: Hey, Reggie, have you hired anybody yet? Because I think I might have a great recommendation for you.
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Firehouse: locker room
Mouch: Well, you just lost a potential customer and gained a one-star review on Yelp.
Ritter: Still no luck finding the deck gun?
Mouch: It's worse than that. After calling every hobby shop in the Midwest, I found a place in Des Moines that has a complete kit for a '72 American LaFrance.
Gallo: That sounds like good news.
Mouch: Except the old man who runs the place says it's in storage and he can't get to it right now on account of his recent hip surgery. Says it'll take three or four weeks at least.
Ritter: So you're going after him on Yelp?
Mouch: I'm in a desperate situation here.
Ritter: Well, I picked one up just in case. Yeah, it was on sale for like eight bucks.
Mouch: Anything that's for ages three and up isn't exactly museum-grade quality.
Ritter: You just need the deck gun.
Gallo: And it really seemed like his father could go any minute.
Mouch: True, and I would rather not have his last words be, "That's the wrong deck gun." I'm not giving up yet.
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Cruz: So he has a family, you know, kids. I just can't give up on the guy. I mean, I know how much stress that can bring to someone's life. I haven't been to a school game in weeks. I even missed out on Otis saying Javi's name for the first time.
Kidd: Oh.
Cruz: Yeah, he called him Vi-vi. I don't know how you juggle everything as a lieutenant.
Kidd: I don't have to deal with the kids part, yet. You got this, Joe Cruz.
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Firehouse: Boden's office
Herrmann: I mean, now I'm on the same roller coaster I was a few days ago. And all I can think is... If... If it's bad news... I won't make it.
Boden: You've gotta do your best to push those thoughts right out of your head. Is the appointment tomorrow?
Herrmann: Uh, yeah. At 9:00 a.m.
Boden: Right.
Herrmann: Hey, you know who's been calling to check in regular? Matt Casey.
Boden: Well, that's good to hear, and I am not surprised.
Herrmann: I heard Cindy talking to him again yesterday. He can really cheer her up. I think she's always had a little crush on him, to be honest... The last two days, she, um, she's been holding it together pretty good. And now it's me that's losing it... It's just that if... The chemo didn't work, there is not a lot of other options... You know... Maybe it'll all be fine, or at least a little fine. It can just be a little fine, right? I mean, that's... It's not too much to ask.
Boden: No, it isn't.
Herrmann: Yeah.
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CMED: ER
Brett: All right, I'll grab the syringes and the saline flushes. See if you can find a spare CPAP circuit, but we may have to order one.
Paramedic: Heads up! Coming through!
Violet: Okay, I'll call you back.
Will Halstead: What are we looking at?
Paramedic: We're not really sure... A headache, nausea, confusion, stomach pain, cardiac and respiratory distress.
Will Halstead: Trauma three right away.
Brett: Hey, Will, we had a patient with the same cascading symptoms the other day.
Paramedic: This is our second one this morning. The other went to Lakeview, and they told us they had a couple of more just like it.
Will Halstead: Sounds like a multiple exposure scenario. We'll start revving up the tox screens.
Paramedic: Damn.
Brett: This is not good.
Violet: What the hell is going on?
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Firehouse: common room
Gallo: Getting close, huh?
Mouch: Just about. One last decal to stick into place... And there it is... The '72 American LaFrance.
Gallo: Wow.
Mouch: 18 hours of total building time, horrible eye strain, super glue under all my fingernails, and a crick in my neck that'll last for weeks. But it's all worth it to hold a piece of history in your hands... Unfortunately, it isn't complete and will sully my reputation in the fire replica community once word gets out.
Gallo: I doubt anyone will notice. It looks amazing.
Mouch: His father rode this rig. Of course he'll notice. And what happens when he passes shortly? What if Chief Girardi decides to donate it to the museum and then my folly is on full display for all to see?
Gallo: I'm sorry.
Mouch: It's time to face the music... Call Chief Girardi... A dying man's wish is more important than my bruised ego.
Ritter: I found one! An authentic miniature American LaFrance deck gun.
Mouch: Oh, thank God. Where?
Ritter: I posted about the missing piece on a Reddit forum, and this guy from Berwyn wrote me back and says he has one.
Mouch: Really? How much does he want for it?
Ritter: Nothing. He wants to trade. I mentioned we're firefighters, he got really excited. Wants to swap for something off of our rigs.
Gallo: Like what? It's all city owned. You can't just give it away.
Mouch: Unless... There is something we carry on our rigs the CFD didn't pay for.
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Firehouse: garage
Brett: I'm glad they're gonna be running more tox screens at Med. Hopefully that'll tell us more.
Violet: Yeah, with everything going on out there, you just gotta hope it's not communicable... Be right back. Hey, my neighbor Reggie is doing some construction on his apartment, and I told him about you... Here's his number.
Carver: That's... That's very cool. Thank you.
Violet: Yeah.
Dispatch: Ambulance 61. Person injured.
Violet: Ugh, it's nonstop.
Dispatch: 6701 Indiana.
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Building: briefing room
Office Assistant: She's this way. Follow me. I think she's having a panic attack or something. I don't know, it's weird.
Violet: Marilyn?
Office Assistant: You know her?
Brett: We treated her husband the other day.
Marilyn: My stomach, it burns.
Brett: We should mask up.
Violet: Yeah.
Brett: Here, have a seat, Marilyn... Her pupils are dilated.
Violet: Heart rate's elevated. I'm gonna check her pressure.
Brett: Marilyn, can you tell us what happened before you got sick?
Marilyn: I went home to check on Andrew.
Violet: How's he doing?
Marilyn: Better. But I had a bad headache. I haven't been sleeping well, worried about him. So I took something for it, came back to work, and... Ow! What is this? It hurts so bad.
Brett: Let's get her to Med.
Violet: Okay.
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Firehouse: common room
Tony: Hey, thanks for lunch, Cruz. You didn't have to do this.
Cruz: Well, I thought it would be a good morale booster.
Bamford: You thought right, Joe.
Capp: How'd you find the tamale guy, by the way? I tried tracking him down on Twitter, but no dice.
Cruz: I have my sources.
Herrmann: Like I said, hon, I'm ready to go. I know, Cindy. Yeah, I know, 9:00 a.m. Don't worry, all right? I'll be there.
Bamford: Boy, she really got you whipped, doesn't she?
Herrmann: Huh?
Bamford: I'm saying, she keeps a tight leash. I saw how she had you running out of Molly's the other night.
Cruz: Hey.
Bamford: It's not your fault. The relationship between a husband and a wife is psychological... One's psycho, the other's logical... Looks to me like you got yourself a real psycho there.
Cruz: Whoa, hey.
Capp: Hey, hey, hey.
Cruz: Herrmann, Herrmann. Herrmann, Herrmann, Herrmann. Hey, ignore him.
Herrmann: You will never know anybody as good as Cindy Herrmann.
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Firehouse: hallway
Cruz: Herrmann, I'm so sorry. He's an idiot.
Herrmann: He better steer clear or I'll lay him out.
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CMED
Violet: Okay, I'm trying not to freak out, but did whatever this is just go viral?
Brett: It'd be way more widespread.
Violet: I'm just saying, the same exact symptoms as her husband? It can't be a coincidence.
Brett: No, I agree, but why now, days later?
Violet: What if it's something new, something we don't have in our playbook? The next Ebola or COVID?
Brett: I don't know. I just keep thinking of what Marilyn said. They both had headaches, which we've been assuming is the first symptom, but what if it's the cause?
Violet: What do you mean?
Brett: If I remember right, they don't live too far from here.
Violet: Okay.
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Street
Brett: Hey, Andrew, wait. We were here the other day. We took you to the hospital.
Andrew: I got a call about my wife.
Brett: She's at Med in stable condition.
Andrew: I have to see her.
Brett: No, I know, but before you go, you and your wife both took medication for headaches and then got very sick. Did you take the same medication?
Andrew: Yeah, I guess. We keep a bottle in the kitchen.
Brett: Could you get it for me?
Andrew: Now?
Brett: Yeah, it's important. It could help us figure out why this happened.
Andrew: Okay, be right back.
Violet: You think it's a reaction to the medication?
Brett: I hope that's all it is.
Violet: He is looking better. That was a pretty quick recovery.
Andrew: Here it is.
Brett: Was there plastic on the cap when you bought it?
Andrew: Plastic? I don't remember.
Brett: How about the seal? Was it intact?
Andrew: I think my wife opened it. Why? What's all this about?
Brett: I'm worried someone might have tampered with the medication.
Violet: That looks like... That was from a syringe.
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Firehouse: Boden's office
Boden: Yeah, I'll make sure to tell them... You let us know if there's anything more we can do on our end. Voight says nice work. They followed up with the other victims, all those who were taking the same medication from the same store, and they have already pulled it from the shelves. They're contacting anyone who made a recent purchase.
Brett: So that means someone did this in the store?
Violet: Or bought a bunch of pills and put them back on the shelf.
Boden: Either way, they're combing through the store's security footage from the past week or so, looking for a possible suspect.
Violet: How twisted do you have to be?
Boden: Yeah, it all sounds too familiar.
Brett: The Tylenol murders of '82. That's what gave me the idea.
Violet: You think there's a copycat out there?
Boden: Wouldn't be the first time. Won't be the last. But you two, you saved lives today.
Violet: It was all Brett's idea. She put two and two together.
Brett: But in '82, it was cyanide poisoning, which killed a bunch of people. We had, what, eight or nine victims that we know of? All of them got sick, but thankfully, none of them died.
Violet: Maybe it was less concentrated, used a needle to spray whatever it was all over the pills like that.
Boden: PD is looking into it, having their labs analyze it. I'm sure they'll come up with some answers soon enough. Thank you.
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Firehouse: garage
Ritter: JD, this is Mouch. Mouch, this is JD.
Mouch: Hey. Thanks for driving all the way in from Berwyn.
JD: I took the Blue Line.
Mouch: Oh, okay. You brought the deck gun? I don't mean to rush things, but I am working on borrowed time here.
JD: This is authentic, injection molded in polystyrene. You won't find me hawking any 3D-printed replicas. Uh, you got what you promised?
Mouch: Of course, even trade... This is the Slamigan. Part sledge hammer, part Halligan bar. It will open any door. Signed by the inventor himself, Joe Cruz.
JD: Okay.
Mouch: Okay, thanks.
JD: Thanks.
Ritter:That looks exactly like the one from the model kit I bought for you.
Mouch: But it's not.
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Carver: So you're headed to see the cops now?
Brett: Yeah, hopefully they'll have some more information.
Carver: Keep me posted. Hey, your neighbor called me back. I'm set to start next week.
Violet: I might have told him that you did all the renovations in my apartment and are extremely talented, so do not screw this up.
Carver: I'll do my best.
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Firehouse: lounge room
Cruz: Hey, Bamford.
Bamford: What's up? Oh, look, if this is about Molly's, I got a date tonight.
Cruz: It's not about Molly's. Look, I just wanted to say thank you for taking up the slack around here for the last couple of shifts, but you're not a good fit.
Bamford: Oh, come on. Cruz, I'm still getting to know the guys. I didn't know his wife was sick.
Cruz: You don't know anything about her, but that didn't keep you from running your mouth.
Bamford: I was going for a laugh. Okay, look, I will be more careful, all right? Hey, I got two girls, you know?
Cruz: You'll find another house, Bamford.
Bamford: Seriously? Wow. Okay.
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Kidd: Didn't work out, huh?
Cruz: I knew in my gut the whole time. I should have listened to it earlier... I don't think I'm cut out for this lieutenant thing.
Kidd: I was gonna say the opposite. Watching you figure this one out, do your due diligence. I've got bad news. You've got leadership all over you.
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Girardi's porch
Girardi: You did it! Wow, what a beaut. Look at this. Has the red wheels, gold trim. Even has a little deck gun.
Mouch: It wouldn't be complete without it.
Girardi: I can't thank you enough. This will make my father so happy.
Mouch: Oh.
Girardi: Vera, honey, come out here.
Vera: Is that for me?
Girardi: Uh-huh. Now, don't run away with it. Let me get a photo for Grandpa first.
Mouch: I, uh, I thought this was for your pop.
Girardi: Oh, it is, yeah, a photo of his granddaughter playing with a toy truck just like the one he used to ride on will mean the world to him.
Mouch: Toy?
Vera: Bang!
Girardi: Whoo! Thanks again, McHolland. I better get a photo quick before the kid destroys it, huh? Whee! Oh! Oh, would you look at her? She's a wild one. Hey, hold still so it's not blurry.
Vera: Bang!
Girardi: Oh, boy, really aggressive. You're having fun, though. I'm gonna take a video.
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21 District: Intelligence's office
Hailey Upton: There he is, putting about a dozen, or so bottles back on the shelf.
Brett: Wow, you were right, Vi. He took them home first.
Hailey Upton: Mm-hmm, and paid for each one with his own credit card.
Violet: Ugh, I can't tell if he's extremely cocky or stupid.
Hailey Upton: I brought him in... Little bit of both.
Brett: Did the lab results come back yet?
Hailey Upton: Traces of LSD and cyanide.
Violet: Yeah, talk about a bad trip.
Hailey Upton: He probably took inspiration from '82 but put his own spin on it.
Violet: Mm.
Brett: Yeah... Injecting poison through a tamper-proof seal, which was invented because of the Tylenol murders.
Violet: I guess that explains why some people got more sick than others. There's no way for it to be distributed evenly.
Hailey Upton: And mostly just the pills on top were affected. We're thinking he wanted to scare people more than anything, probably wanted to get arrested, make the news.
Violet: Yeah, well, it worked. I'm scared as hell, and I'm gonna be triple checking the seals on my medication from now on.
Brett: Yeah. Thank you, Upton.
Hailey Upton: Yeah, you got it. See you guys.
Violet: See ya.
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Street
Herrmann: What happened now?
Cindy Herrmann: Damn doctor moved the 9:00 a.m. appointment to 4:00 p.m. That's seven hours away, and I've waited long enough. The doctor will see me now.
Herrmann: Come on. We'll got get some brunch, all right? Maybe we'll go for a walk. Okay.
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Arthur Bishop's practice
Cindy Herrmann: I know you don't care, that I'm just some faceless file to you, but I have a husband and five kids, and I can't wait any longer to know if I'm going to be leaving them behind. Now, before you changed it, my appointment was for 9:00 a.m., which is now. And that's when you should see me.
Arthur Bishop: Cindy Herrmann?
Cindy Herrmann: That's right.
Herrmann: I think he's going to get security.
Cindy Herrmann: Good. Let them try and drag me out of here.
Herrmann: Yeah.
Arthur Bishop: I'm sorry for moving the appointment. I didn't realize they had already rescheduled it.
Cindy Herrmann: Well, they had.
Arthur Bishop: Have a seat... Honestly... I have to give a lot of bad news in this job, so I tend to save it for the end of the day when I get the chance to share something wonderful... It gives me some hope to carry home with me.
Herrmann: Something... Something wonderful?
Arthur Bishop: Cindy... Your scan is clean... There's no cancer... The chemotherapy did its job... Now, that doesn't mean there won't be periodic check for the next few years. We'll have to be vigilant about that. But this is the best news we could hope for... I'll give you two a moment.
Herrmann: Oh, my girl... My girl.
