Herrmann's house: bathroom
Cindy Herrmann: You're going to be late, Christopher.
Herrmann: Yeah, yeah.
Cindy Herrmann: Are they working?
Herrmann: Yeah. I guess they are.
Cindy Herrmann: Then why are you scowling?
Herrmann: I'm not scowling. I... I just... I don't want the guys to feel sorry for me. I don't want them to treat me like I'm some frail... Old-timer.
Cindy Herrmann: Those hearing aids are so small. No one's going to be thinking about them.
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Firehouse: common room
Boden: Okay, listen up. We've got some new blood to welcome to the firehouse.
Kidd: Everybody, this is Derrick Gibson.
Cruz: Hey, this guy.
Kidd: Yeah, he was floating on Truck 46 during that fire at the e-bike shop, but now he rides on 81.
Boden: It's about time we fill that empty seat on a permanent basis. So try not to scare him off.
Gibson: Well, I doubt anything can scare me out of one of the best firehouses in the city.
Cruz: Hm.
Boden: Welcome.
Cruz: You ever think about Squad?
Gibson: Uh...
Ritter: Welcome.
Gibson: Nice to meet you.
Mouch: "One of" the best firehouses in the city and "permanent basis"? We don't know anything about this guy.
Carver: Well, we know he risked his neck to save Kylie.
Mouch: Yeah, jury's still out is all I'm saying.
Carver: Mouch, why do you feel the need to vet every firefighter that comes to 51?
Mouch: What? When have I done that?
Carver: You did it to me.
Mouch: Well, you were pretty shady, though.
Boden: Hey, Joe.
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Firehouse: hallway
What's up, Chief?
Boden: You have been confirmed for the lieutenant's test coming up at the end of the month.
Cruz: Oh. Uh... Okay. Great. Yes. Uh, thanks, Chief.
Boden: Hey, Joe... You gotta chart your own course. You earned that right.
Cruz: Thank you, Chief.
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Firehouse: common room
Capp: Hey, hey. He's coming. He's coming.
Tony: Shh, shh, shh, shh.
Herrmann: Eh, you bunch of jerks!
Capp: Your face! That was priceless. Awesome.
Herrmann: Grow up, why don't you?
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Firehouse: hallway
Herrmann: Hey, Ritter.
Ritter: Look, I had nothing to do with that, Lieutenant. I swear.
Herrmann: Yeah, I know. I... I just wanted to thank you for staying on me about my ears.
Ritter: Oh. Sure.
Herrmann: Yeah. I mean, nobody likes a nag, but the truth is, you probably... Probably saved my life, and maybe some other lives too.
Ritter: I just wanted to be sure that...
Herrmann: Yeah, all right, enough patting yourself on the back. Come on. Let's get to work. Come on.
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Diner
Violet: The itinerary isn't finalized yet, but I can promise you that it's not gonna be your mother's bachelorette party.
Brett: There's no way my mother had a bachelorette party... Hi. May we get two dozen assorted donuts, and a cheese Danish? Mouch loves those.
Cashier: Sure thing.
Brett: Thank you. Well, just tell me if you're planning on karaoke, because I want to prepare for that.
Violet: Oh, I'm not telling you. It's a surprise.
Brett: We're not doing anything crazy, right, like pole dancing class or paintball?
Violet: I can neither confirm nor deny the details, so don't bother asking.
Brett: Oh, what about a flower arranging class?
Violet: Hell no. Stop asking questions, Brett... What is it?
Brett: Something's wrong.
Violet: What do you mean?
Brett: I think that woman, she just asked me for help.
Violet: Are you sure?
Brett: I don't know.
Boyfriend: Don't give me any trouble. Get in and shut up.
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Parking
Brett: Hey!
Violet: That woman's in trouble... Wait. Brett, what is our plan?
Brett: I don't know. Just keep your eye on that car.
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Ambulance 61
Violet: I can't see him. Do we think we should just call this in and have PD handle it?
Brett: Did you get the plate number?
Violet: No, but it was a dark green Toyota. Brett, what do you think this is, like a domestic situation or human trafficking?
Brett: I don't know. She looked right at me and mouthed the words "help me" when the guy wasn't paying attention.
Violet: And you're sure about that?
Brett: No, I'm not, but...
Violet: I just want to make sure that we're not overreacting.
Brett: Well, I hope we aren't, but we have to find out, right?
Violet: Right, right. Okay... Brett!
Brett: Don't. No lights or sirens. We don't want them to know we're following them.
Violet: Okay. Just be careful... Oh, there he is. He turned north. He turned north... Okay, 61 to Main. We're traveling east on Washington towards Damen Avenue. We're requesting a squad car to pick up pursuit of a green Toyota we're currently following. We have a possible abduction in progress. We think the victim may be in immediate danger. I repeat, requesting a squad car to our location.
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Firehouse: common room
Severide: Thought ambo was bringing donuts.
Mouch: They better not get a cheese Danish. That'll break me.
Ritter: Lieutenant, this came for you priority overnight from Tucson. Didn't know people still overnighted physical documents.
Severide: Thanks.
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Firehouse: entrance
Capp: It's simple. Alls you do is go up to him and introduce yourself. But keep lowering your voice. And when he leans in real close, then wah! You blast this in his face.
Tony: It's gonna be hilarious.
Gibson: Yeah, it does sound funny, right? But Herrmann is a lieutenant. It's my first day. So no. No, thanks... Sorry.
Violet: Repeat, suspect is no longer traveling on Maypole. He's northbound on Wolcott.
Dispatch: Stand by, 61.
Gibson: Hey, Chief.
Dispatch: I'll try to reroute the squad car.
Gibson: I think something's up with your medics.
Violet: Wait. He just turned westbound on Lake. Please relay that before he turns again. This is taking too long.
Boden: What are they doing?
Gibson: I don't know. I think they're trying to get a squad car on a scene.
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Ambulance 61
Brett: If he realizes we're tailing him and he takes off, we'll never catch up to him in this barge.
Violet: Chief.
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Firehouse: entrance
Boden: Violet, talk to me. What's happening?
Violet: We have a possible abduction in progress.
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Ambulance 61
Violet: We're following the suspect, but the comms delay is killing us. By the time dispatch gets the word to PD, they're sending out a squad car to where we were five minutes ago.
Boden: Okay, I'm on it.
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Firehouse: entrance
Boden: District 4 to Main. Pass me directly to CPD right now.
Dispatch: Copy that, District 4. Stand by.
Boden: Hey, Violet, what's your 20?
Violet: Westbound on Lake at Hoyne.
Boden: I need police units to rendezvous with CFD ambulance 61 headed westbound on Lake at Hoyne.
Dispatch:Copy that. We'll get you your squad car, Chief.
Boden: Violet, do you have a plate number?
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Ambulance 61
Violet: Negative, Chief. We're keeping a safe distance.
Brett: Hang on. We're gonna run another light... Oh... No! Who stops at a yellow?
Violet: Chief, we just caught the light at Oakley. Where's PD?
Boden: Violet, your squad car is a mile out.
Violet: Damn it.
Brett: Oh, no. He sees us.
Violet: He doesn't like this. He is definitely up to no good... He made our tail. He's on the move, Chief.
Brett: Oh! No!
Violet: We lost him, Chief. It's over.
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Firehouse: Boden's office
Brett: As soon as I made eye contact, she mouthed the words, "Help me." And then the guy looked up, and it was like the light went out of her.
Violet: And the way he shoved her into that car, that's when we really started to worry.
McDaniel: He shoved her?
Violet: Well, more like prodded her. But not gently. Like, angry.
McDaniel: Okay. And you don't think this was just some kind of a spat between the lady and her boyfriend?
Brett: What? No.
McDaniel: Okay. I'm just trying to understand.
Violet: If he wasn't doing anything wrong, why did he bolt as soon as he realized we were following him?
McDaniel: Okay, yeah. That's a little shifty. But I can't launch a manhunt on a guy for running a red light.
Boden: McDaniel, I vouch for my medics. If these two both get the same bad hit off of a situation, there's something to it.
McDaniel: I don't doubt that, Chief. And I'm gonna do everything I can here, but I'm gonna need a little bit more to go on than a vague description of a John and Jane Doe in an unidentified green Toyota.
Brett: Camry. We looked it up.
Violet: 2010 or thereabouts. It was a dark green Toyota with an unpainted left front fender.
McDaniel: Okay. All right. Give me a call if you think of anything else.
Boden: Thank you, McDaniel.
McDaniel: Thank you.
Violet: Why do I feel like that's the last time we'll hear from him?
Brett: If only I had gotten the plate number.
Violet: I should have moved sooner. Maybe that's on me. It just all happened so fast.
Brett: Hey, do you want to go back to the diner?
Violet: Yes.
Boden: To do what?
Brett: I don't know. See if anyone saw anything that could be helpful.
Boden: Isn't that his job?
Violet: He is not gonna follow up. He didn't even write anything down, Chief.
Brett: Chief, if something happens to this woman, I will never forgive myself. Please.
Boden: I'll remind you, you're on duty. That being said, you want to burn a little fuel looking for leads, I won't stop you. But stay safe and in your still district.
Brett: You got it, Chief.
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Firehouse: hallway
Kidd: Hey. Cruz, wait up. How'd things end up with you and Severide? You two get back on good terms?
Cruz: Oh, sort of. He basically said, "Sorry, not sorry" for going AWOL on squad way back when.
Kidd: Mm.
Cruz: But then he kind of...
Kidd: He kind of what?
Cruz: He said if I wanted to pursue the officer track, you know, head up my own unit, he wouldn't stand in the way. I mean, he might as well have said, "There's the door."
Kidd: That would have been rough, even coming from him. My guess is that he's saying it more out of respect for you, you know, letting you make your own choice.
Cruz: Sure. Yeah. Let's go with that.
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Firehouse: common room
Carver: Sounds like you guys had a real adventure out there.
Violet: Yeah, we kind of did. It was pretty crazy. I just keep running it over in my head. You ever wish you could rewind the clock and adjust your reaction to something now that you've had time to process it?
Carver: Yeah, only every single day. I actually didn't get any details. What exactly happened?
Violet: We were at a coffee shop, and Brett was talking to the cashier...
Mouch: Carver, I gotta talk to you.
Carver: Um, Vi...
Violet: Actually, Brett's waiting for me. I'll fill you in later.
Mouch: I just got off with Pete Durkin over at 32 where Gibson floated for a couple shifts back in the fall. Get this. While he was there, a bar of soap went missing.
Carver: A... A bar of soap? Are... Are you serious right now?
Mouch: A new one... Oh. Ritter, buddy! I need you to do your Google magic and see what you can dig up on the new guy, Gibson.
Ritter: Magic? I don't do Google magic. I just google. And I'm not digging into Gibson's personal life for no reason.
Mouch: I'll find someone else to help.
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Firehouse: garage
Severide: Captain.
Van Meter: Lieutenant. I was in the neighborhood. Thought I'd stop by.
Severide: In the neighborhood?
Van Meter: Did you get the ATF case file?
Severide: Did you put my name back on their investigator list?
Van Meter: No. I'll leave that to you. But this is a big case. They could use your help. So I told them to send it to you.
Severide: Captain, I appreciate all the effort, but I'm not doing fire investigation right now.
Van Meter: Look... Kelly, I'm not sure why you backed away from freelancing with the most important arson team in the country, but I can guess... Not wanting to follow in your dad's footsteps, for one thing?
Severide: It's not that.
Van Meter: Okay. But whatever the reason, it's not good enough... You know how many lives can be saved with just one arson arrest.
Severide: I do, but now... Now's a tricky time. That's all.
Van Meter: I don't make it a habit of pressuring firefighters into the job. In fact, I've never done it before. But you have the talent and the passion for this and a bright future once you retire from squad, if you want it. Don't let all that go to waste for any reason.
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Firehouse: Boden's office
Boden: Don't let the ribbing get to you. These guys have got the attention span of a goldfish. They'll be bored with it by next shift.
Herrmann: It's actually a relief. You know, at least these guys, they're not treating me with kid gloves. That'd drive me nuts. And I'd be lying if I said that, you know, these things weren't getting me down. It's hard to convince myself that I'm still in my prime when I'm wearing them.
Boden: Belay that talk... You didn't get 'em because of your age. You got 'em because you threw yourself on a bomb.
Herrmann: The ear doc says there's no guarantee that they won't keep getting worse, though, in which case, even these won't help anymore.
Boden: And if it comes to that, you have to be straight with me, all right?
Herrmann: I will... Hey... How do we, uh... We feel about this new kid?
Boden: Gibson?
Herrmann: Mm-hmm.
Boden: He has high praise from every officer he's ever worked for.
Herrmann: But is he 51 material?
Boden: I don't know if it's as simple as that.
Herrmann: Hmm.
Boden: I think you have to see what a person brings to the firehouse and what the firehouse brings out of them. I think that's how we find the special ones.
Herrmann: Yep... And this house is full of very... Special people.
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Firehouse: bullpen
Herrmann: You know my eyes are still working, right?
Tony: Told you he could see us.
Capp: Hey, what'd you say, Hermie?
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Diner
Brett: Hi. Do you remember us?
Cashier: Of course. Did you come back for your donuts?
Brett: Actually, we came to ask about the couple that was here earlier... People that we ran out after.
Violet: Yeah, they were sitting in that booth right there.
Cashier: Yeah, yeah. Uh, there was a cop in here a little while ago asking the same thing.
Violet: Really?
Brett: Oh, Officer McDaniel's on the case. Did he learn anything useful?
Cashier: I don't think so. Nobody knew much about them.
Brett: Oh.
Cashier: The guy's been in here before, but none of the wait staff knows his name. He never really says much and only pays in cash, so...
Brett: What about the security camera? Did the officer check the footage?
Cashier: Yeah, but he wasn't real impressed... So this is the best angle we have. You still really can't see their faces.
Violet: Can we see the rest of the footage?
Cashier: I guess so, sure.
Brett: Why? What are you looking for?
Violet: Maybe we weren't the only ones that woman was asking help from.
Cashier: I don't think she talked to anybody.
Violet: What's going on here?
Cashier: Just... Just getting rid of her menu.
Violet: Wait a minute.
Brett: "Call 911. I think he's going to kill me."
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CPD: hallway
McDaniel: You know, I noticed the menu moment in the video, and I just didn't read anything into it.
Brett: Yeah, the waitress missed it too. But the main thing is now we know this woman really needs help.
McDaniel: No doubt.
Violet: We thought maybe you could pull her fingerprints off that menu.
McDaniel: Along with yours and 100 other people. It won't get us anywhere. But this note might help convince my captain to free up some resources. We can put out a BOLO, maybe pull some footage from the pod cameras, try to ID the car. I'm gonna go talk to him right now. I'll be in touch.
Violet: Hope he can find her, fast.
Brett: If it's not already too late.
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Firehouse: Severide's quarters
Severide: Hey.
Kidd: So, uh, what's this?
Severide: It's an ATF case file, a murder-arson in Arizona.
Kidd: I thought that you weren't on their investigator list anymore.
Severide: I'm not. Van Meter sent the file, and I said I'd look at it.
Kidd: Why would you do that, Kelly?
Severide: Look, Stella. I'm not hiding this from you. I was going to...
Kidd: I had no choice with that arsonist who was targeting firehouses. I had to let you take that on.
Severide: You're right. I had to do it. This is something I want. This ATF team, they're the best. Working with them would open doors for me down the road, like if I wanted to run OFI someday. But you still don't trust me, so how do we get through this deadlock?
Kidd: Not by bulldozing over me.
Severide: I'm not. I get it now... Let me show you I can handle a case like this and then come back home to you.
Kidd: You're asking, but it seems like you have already made the decision.
Severide: I haven't promised him anything... If you're not okay with me going, then... I won't go... Simple as that... Just think it over, okay?
Kidd: Okay.
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Firehouse: common room
Carver: Ah, "Collapse of Burning Buildings: A Guide to Fireground Safety." I remember it well.
Gibson: No spoilers.
Carver: How long you been on the job, Gibson?
Gibson: A little over 2 1/2 years.
Carver: Chicago born and raised?
Gibson: Garfield Park.
Carver: Go Sox.
Gibson: Hell yeah.
Carver: Any family members in the fire service?
Gibson: Nah, just me.
Carver: What's your sport?
Gibson: My sport?
Carver: Don't tell me you're not an athlete.
Gibson: Just played a little football in high school. That's about it.
Brett: Hey, guys.
Mouch: Oh, good. The donuts are here... I guess half a Danish won't kill me.
Brett: Mm-hmm.
Violet: Sorry to leave you hanging before.
Carver: It's all good. I got the lowdown from Ritter.
Violet: Mm-hmm.
Carver: You guys have any luck out there?
Violet: Nope, not really.
Brett: We confirmed that the woman was in danger, but the cops have so little to go on. It's not very hopeful.
Violet: Unless they can somehow identify this guy. But we don't know the first thing about him... Here.
Carver: Hmm. You know one thing.
Violet: Hmm?
Carver: He's a shingler.
Violet: A what?
Carver: A shingler. A roofer. See how his work boots are all worn out on the inner sides? That's from straddling steep-pitched roofs.
Violet: You can tell that just by looking at his boots?
Carver: Sure. I've worked with a lot of those guys.
Violet: Wow. Carver, that's, like, some Sherlock Holmes-level deduction.
Dispatch: Truck 81, Squad 3, ambulance 61. Person trapped, 1400 East Ashland Avenue.
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Parking
Severide: Squad, stand by. I'll see what we're dealing with.
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Store
Woman: They're in aisle 10. That way.
Severide: Fire department coming through.
Kidd: Hey, step aside, please.
Severide: Hey, back up, guys. Give us some room. Hey, guys, back up.
Kidd: Where's the victim?
Brett: Can you hear me?
Severide: Make room, guys.
Brett: Do you know where you are?
Victim: Yes.
Store Manager: Please.
Brett: All right, we're gonna take care of you. I'm gonna need you to breathe nice and easy, okay?
Store Manager: This is not my operator's fault. She must have gone around the barricade.
Violet: Sir, maybe you can help direct the shoppers away from the area.
Mouch: Come on, people. Let's clear the aisle, please.
Store Manager: Yeah, let's give these folks some room.
Severide: Hey. Back up.
Brett: Severide, I know that's a serious piece of metal, but is there any way for us to leave it in place? If we remove it on site, I doubt she'll survive the hemorrhaging.
Severide: Yeah. Hey, Cruz. Bring in the K12. Yeah, it'll take some work...
Cruz: Copy.
Severide: But we'll cut it down to a manageable size.
Brett: It's pretty close to her spine, so as much as you can minimize movement.
Severide: Will do. Double time, Cruz.
Violet: I'm gonna give you something for the pain, and then we're gonna get you out of here, okay?
Victim: Please, I don't want to die.
Kidd: All right, let's get rid of this pallet.
Severide: All right, easy.
Cruz: Clear up, come on. Coming through. Coming through. K12 coming in.
Severide: Hey, Cruz, we're gonna use this water to cool down the steel.
Cruz: Yeah. Copy, copy.
Severide: Okay, guys. Watch your eyes.
Kidd: What? What's the problem?
Severide: Forklift must've raised the shelf in the accident. It's putting a serious load on the fork.
Brett: Okay, what's that mean?
Kidd: That means when he makes his cut, the piece that's going through her, it's gonna kick back like a mule.
Brett: That can't happen. It'll kill her.
Severide: Uh, hey. Uh, I need one of your guys to lower the forklift.
Store Manager: You want my guys to move that thing while it's in her?
Severide: Yeah, quick.
Store Manager: No, sir. I won't allow that. Way too much liability.
Kidd: Carver.
Carver: Huh?
Kidd: You ever work one of these?
Carver: Once or twice. They're pretty straightforward.
Kidd: Yeah, go.
Loudmouth: Hey, why don't you guys quit the chitchat and help the poor lady?
Mouch: Hey, we are working on it. Just stay back, please.
Loudmouth: Working on it? To us, it looks like you're not doing anything.
Severide: Hey, Carver, just lower this shelf down onto the pins, steady as you can.
Carver: Copy that.
Severide: Okay. Carver, Carver, a little lower... Okay, a little more. Tilt forward.
Loudmouth: What are you waiting for? Do your job!
Mouch: Hey, hey, pal. Zip it. We got this.
Loudmouth: No, you zip it. We're watching you!
Gibson: Hey! Quiet down.
Severide: Little lower.
Kidd: Set.
Severide: Okay, okay. Lock it off. Right there. Let's go.
Gibson: Whoa. Clear the aisle. Back up, folks.
Loudmouth: Didn't I watch you win the Cicero semifinals?
Gibson: Yeah, sure. Folks, back up.
Severide: All right, watch your eyes.
Mouch:What's he talking about?
Gibson: I have no idea.
Brett: There we go... I'll get her feet... All right. Let's go.
Severide: Make a hole. Let 'em through.
Loudmouth: Come on. Quick, quick. Please.
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Chicago Med
Brett: They got her stabilized. Trauma surgeon's in with her now. Sounds like there's a good chance she can make it through this.
Violet: Wow, she will have a hell of a story to tell.
Brett: Yeah, no kidding.
Violet: I was thinking, if Carver is right about this guy being a roofer, there's gotta be some way we can use that information.
Brett: Well, they said he comes into the coffee shop a lot. Maybe he works nearby. We could visit roofing companies in the area, show 'em the video. Maybe someone will recognize him.
Violet: Let's go.
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Firehouse: garage
Cruz: I'm gonna get a fresh blade on the K12.
Severide: Yeah, great.
Mouch: Good work, Gibson. If you weren't backing me up, I might've had to get physical with that blowhard.
Gibson: I would have enjoyed that. Hell of a call.
Craver: So, does a little crowd control, and now you're Team Gibson.
Mouch: Have you ever heard of the Cicero semifinals?
Craver: What's that?
Mouch: Guy back at the store said Gibson won it. Seemed like a pretty big deal, but Gibson just brushed him off.
Craver: Huh. What do you make of that?
Mouch: I think we're long overdue for Ritter's Google magic.
Craver: Mm.
Cruz: So I thought about what you said.
Kidd: Mm-hmm.
Cruz: I think you're right. If Severide told me to stay put, I would have resented it, even felt trapped... Still, I can't tell if he cares whether I stay or go.
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Firehouse: lounge room
Severide: I just want to say I wouldn't have looked at just any case file. This thing in Tucson is a big deal. A federal agent was killed by a cartel operating in...
Kidd: You should go.
Severide: Are you sure?
Kidd: Yeah. I don't ever want you to feel trapped. So you have my blessing as long as you come back soon.
Severide: That's the plan.
Kidd: But if you go MIA on me again, if you leave me in the dark...
Severide: I know... I know.
Kidd: And... I'm not the only one whose permission you should ask.
Severide: Boden's already on board.
Kidd: I'm not talking about Boden.
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Ambulance 61
Brett: Any luck?
Violet: No. I'm getting a lot of weird looks from these guys, like it's somehow offensive to suggest that all roofers know each other.
Brett: Ah. Who's next?
Violet: TSG Roofing Solutions, 2200 West Halsted. That's outside our still district.
Brett: I won't tell Boden if you don't... Did something happen between you and Carver?
Violet: What? No. No. And it's not going to.
Brett: Hmm, seemed like there was a little spark there, the way you touched his arm earlier. I don't know.
Violet: There's something about him. I get drawn in. Can't help it, you know. But I can't risk getting involved with another first responder who could end up getting killed right in front of me. Can't do it.
Brett: Aww, Vi. That's a lot to carry.
Violet: Yep. It's coming up here on the left, 2200.
Brett: Violet, that's his car.
Violet: Don't stop. Keep going.
McDaniel: Hey, Mikami. No updates to report yet.
Violet: McDaniel, we found him.
McDaniel: What? How?
Violet: We found him. His car is at 2200 West Halsted. You have to get here.
McDaniel: I'm five minutes away. Is the woman with him?
Violet: We don't know. We can only see his car.
McDaniel: Okay. Don't do anything. I'm coming.
Violet: Copy. He's coming... Carver is never gonna let me forget that he was right about this guy being a roofer.
Brett: Come on, Officer McDaniel. Where are you?
Violet: Uh-oh. Something's happening... There she is.
Brett: He's taking her somewhere. No, no, no, no.
Violet: Ugh. God, this is bad.
McDaniel: Officer McDaniel. Leave me a message.
Violet: Voicemail. Okay, what do we do?
Brett: I'm not gonna lose him again.
Violet: Is he crazy? What is he doing?
Brett: Are you okay?
Violet: Oh, my God.
Brett: He's insane... No! Run! Go! Run!
Mia Sandoval: Let me go!
Boyfriend: No!
Mia Sandoval: Let me go!
McDaniel: Get out of the car! Show me your hands! Show me your hands! Get out! Hey, hey, stay there. Stay there. Stay there.
Brett: All right! It's okay. You're safe.
Mia Sandoval: Thank you. Oh, my God.
Violet: It's okay.
Mia Sandoval: Thank you.
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Firehouse: garage
Cruz: What's up, Lieutenant?
Severide: I need to go away for a little while. Another arson case with the ATF.
Cruz: Yeah?
Severide: Yeah, if you're good with it.
Cruz: If I'm good? You're asking me?
Severide: I won't go unless you're willing to step into my shoes, like you did before, take care of Squad 3 till I get back... There's no one else I trust.
Mouch: Talk to me, Ritter. Did you work your Google magic?
Ritter: Yeah, Mouch. I typed in Google.com, and presto.
Mouch: And what'd you learn?
Ritter: Well, the Cicero semifinals is an amateur boxing tournament. Did you know Gibson was a Golden Gloves regional contender? He was undefeated, actually, and then he just walked away and became a firefighter.
Mouch: Huh. Wonder why he made the switch.
Carver: What I wonder is why would he leave out that piece of information when I asked him a direct question about sports?
Mouch: Oh.
Boden: Well, your new paramedic chief is on her way here, curious to hear how you managed to crash your rig outside your still district.
Violet: Seriously, that's what she's concerned about?
Brett: Well, I'm happy to tell her about Mia Sandoval, a woman whose abusive ex-boyfriend went off the rails when she filed a restraining order against him.
Violet: Yeah, he essentially kidnapped her for three days and threatened to kill her if she left his sight.
Brett: Yeah, if the new chief wants to write us up for driving five blocks out of the district so we could save Mia's life, then she can...
Boden: Maybe it's better I speak to your paramedic chief on your behalf.
Brett: No, I would really like to have that conversation with her... You're right. You should talk to her.
Boden: And I will let her know that you two always find some trouble to get into.
Violet: Thank you, Chief.
Cruz: Hey, Chief. You got a minute?
Boden: Yeah.
Cruz: It's about the lieutenant's test coming up. I don't think it's the right time.
Boden: You're withdrawing your name.
Cruz: Maybe down the road.
Boden: It'll be nice to have you here for a while longer, Joe.
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Firehouse: locker room
Ritter: Hey. Gibson just told me he's gonna come to Molly's tonight.
Mouch: Putting in the effort to connect with the team. That's good.
Ritter: That's what I was thinking too. Are you guys gonna ask him about the boxing thing?
Mouch: I don't know. I mean, he had a chance to bring it up with me and with Carver, and he didn't.
Carver: I guess people have their reasons for not talking.
Ritter:And it is his personal business.
Mouch: I may have been a little overzealous in my pursuit of knowledge. Maybe we just give the kid a little leeway.
Carver: Yeah. It's not easy being the new guy at 51.
Capp: Wrong. The first organized fire brigade was established in ancient Rome because they had so many fires... Like, 1,000 fires a day.
Tony: That doesn't sound right.
Capp: Well, it is.
Tony: What was burning then?
Capp: Everything was made of marble. I haven't finished the podcast.
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Molly's
Mouch: Another round for my fellow truckies, on the house. Welcome to the team, Gibson.
Gibson: Thanks, Mouch. Did you just steal these?
Mouch: You're brand new here, so I will forgive your ignorance, but I am co-owner of this establishment.
Gibson: Okay. Well, shouldn't you be behind the bar? Seems like they're a little shorthanded.
Mouch: Uh, I don't sling drinks, Gibson. I'm more of a big picture guy.
Gibson: Gotcha.
Violet: Mm. Uh-oh. Looks like my drink's broken. Let's get one more round on me.
Brett: I can't. My ride is here.
Violet: Oh, but it's not... Oh. That's right. I keep forgetting. You're a responsible mom now.
Brett: All right. I'll see you on shift.
Violet: Okay.
Carver: Can I get you a refill? A hero like you shouldn't have to buy her own drinks tonight.
Violet: I can take care of myself, Carver. Thank you.
Carver: I know you can.
Violet: You know, I'm probably done anyway.
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Molly's: hallway
Carver: Hey, Violet.
Violet: You following me to the bathroom?
Carver: This hot and cold thing you're doing, I'm starting to get whiplash. Just when I think we got some good energy going, you ice me out. I mean, what's your deal? You, uh, want to get out of here?
Violet: Yeah.
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Street
Severide: Is that my cab?
Kidd: Mm-hmm... We need to replace that angle valve under the sink. I was gonna call the landlord.
Severide: No. No way. Johann's never fixed anything right in his life. I'll do it when I get back.
Kidd: Okay... Then I'll wait.
Severide: See you soon.
Kidd: I'll see you soon.
