Épisode Un petit quelque chose S12E09

Kathy's house

Mouch: St. John's it's called, north side of Portland. She says it's gorgeous.

Kathy: It rains 174 days a year in Portland. I looked it up.

Mouch: Is that right? Well, Brett doesn't seem to mind. She's loving it.

Kathy: Oh, Brett was nice. But if you moved across the country, that would be a tragedy. Promise me you won't.

Mouch: A little on the high side today, Kathy. Are you taking your ramipril?

Kathy: The pink diamond-shaped pills?

Mouch: The orange and white capsules. The pink circles are your Coumadin. And the blue triangles are your... You know what? I'll just write that down again for you. You taking your walks like we talked about? There's no better medicine for that ticker than a nice walk.

Kathy: There were 617 murders in Chicago last year. They said it on the news.

Mouch: That is way too many. Oh, I almost forgot. I got a little something for you. You are in for a treat... Trudy's famous sausage and ricotta lasagna. Made fresh last night.

Kathy: The trouble you go to for me. No one's ever taken such good care of me, Randall. Not my whole life.

Mouch: It is no trouble at all.

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Firehouse: Boden's office

James: I'm sorry. I slept through both my alarms. I was so busy last night. I was picking up fares till 4:00 a.m.

Boden: You know, you can't keep pushing yourself like this forever, son. If you need a rest day, you should take it.

James: What I need is the money. I can't keep living with you forever, right?

Boden: You know, I think you'll make much more driving than uploading fire reports for me.

James: Yeah. The app won't let us drive for longer than 12 hours anyway, so... Plus, I know you really need the extra hands. Are those the reports by the computer out there?

Boden: Uh-huh. You need help getting situated?

James: No, I'm good to go.

Boden: Okay.

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Firehouse: common room

Kidd: You heard anything from Gibson?

Carver: No. No, and I don't really expect to. I'm sure he's got a lot to sort through.

Kidd: I just hope he's okay.

Carver: Me too. But it's going to be a long road... There she is.

Kidd: Oh, Kylie... Our first shift together. Oh, you have no idea how excited this makes me. And I know, I know, it's just one shift.

Kylie: But like I said, I'm always down to float whenever our schedules line up.

Carver: You're loving 46, though, huh?

Kylie: I'm liking 46. But I promised my lieutenant I'd stick it out for at least a year, so...

Kidd: Well, it's great to see that fresh face of yours on Truck 81.

Kylie: Mm, thanks.

Kidd: Mm-hmm.

Carver: We got a lot of fresh faces around here today.

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Novak: Oh, I've been bopping around a bit. 20, 67, 105, 40.

Violet: Wow, okay, so that's kind of your thing, bopping around.

Novak: Yeah, maybe. Why do you say that?

Violet: I noticed in your file that you started your paramedic training at Lakeside, but you finished at Crystal Valley College.

Novak: Oh, yeah, there was a bit too much drama for me at Lakeside, so I transferred out to CBC.

Violet: What... What kind of drama did you get into at Lakeside?

Novak: Oh, you know, the kind where you get busted for hooking up with your anatomy instructor and then everyone blows a gasket?

Violet: No, like, really, what happened at Lakeside?

Novak: Oh, no, that happened. Yeah, it was kind of a whole thing. Everyone got pretty bent out of shape... Especially his wife... But that is all I'm going to say.

Violet: Yeah.

Novak: So what about you? You ever date a married guy?

Violet: No?

Dispatch: Truck 81, Squad 3, Engine 61, Ambo 61. Structure fire, 3176 South Malvern.

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Street

Boden: Hey, listen up! We got subdivided space in there with thick soundproof walls that trap a tremendous amount of heat, and we do not have a lot of time. Squad, primary search. Truck, vent the roof, open up the back. Herrmann, lead out.

Herrmann: Copy that.

Boden: We lost some time.

Severide: All right, squad. Let's mask up!

Kidd: All right, Mouch, Kylie, you're going up on the roof. Carver, you're with me.

Carver: All right.

Kidd: Let's go.

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Building

Severide: Hey, Herrmann! Figure out where that smoke's coming from. We're going deep.

Herrmann: All right, I'm on it.

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First floor

Severide: Herrmann, first door Bravo side!

Herrmann: Copy that.

Severide: Let's keep moving. There's more rooms down here.

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Severide: Fire department. Call out!

Dale Smith: Please, in here! Help me! Ah! I'm burning up! Please, please! I'm burning up!

Severide: Hey! Let's see if there's an adjacent room accessible and go through the wall. Capp, battering ram at K12.

Capp: On it!

Severide: Tony, you're with me. Let's move.

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Severide: Tony... They must have layered walls for soundproofing. It'll keep the flames off him for a few minutes.

Tony: Gotta be getting hot in there, though!

Severide: Hey, we're coming!

Dale Smith: Hurry! I'm burning up! Please! Ah! I'm burning up! Please!

Severide: Capp, hit it with the ram.

Capp: Copy.

Severide: Get low! We're almost there! Cover yourself with anything you can find!

Dale Smith: It burns! Get me out of here!

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Street

Severide: Why don't you sit down?

Violet: All right, let's sit you down right here. We're going to set an IV and give you something for the pain, okay?

Dale Smith: Okay.

Violet: Right here. Set an IV and give him 25 micrograms of fentanyl.

Novak: Copy that.

Severide: Anyone else in there?

Dale Smith: No, no, no, I don't think so. I'm usually the only one around at this hour.

Severide: You have any idea what might have caused the fire?

Dale Smith: I usually can't hear anything in that booth. I like to write in there. It's so quiet, you know? I guess I dozed off. And all of a sudden, the whole studio is on fire.

Severide: All right, thanks.

Violet: Any shortness of breath?

Novak: Pushing fentanyl.

Violet: Copy.

Dale Smith: A little. But the skin feels like it's about to melt off my face.

Novak: Dry, sterile dressing?

Violet: Yes. Looks like you've got second-degree burns here. And mild smoke inhalation based on your oxygen levels, so we're going to wrap these burns and take you to Med, okay?

Novak: Here's the 4x4s and I have the non-rebreather standing by.

Violet: Great... There you go.

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Severide: Hey, squad can handle overhaul if you guys want to pick up.

Kidd: Oh, wow, that is very generous of you, Lieutenant.

Severide: I just noticed a few things that got me curious. I want to make sure whoever Van Meter sends out here is on top of it.

Kidd: Uh-huh.

Severide: Hey. Hey, sir, you can't go in there.

Billy Nicholson: I'm the owner. What happened? Was anyone hurt?

Severide: We got one person from the building.

Billy Nicholson: Oh, thank God. Must be my studio manager. Is he okay?

Severide: Our medics took him to Chicago Med with some burns on his neck and arms, but nothing serious. So he's okay.

Kidd: Wish we could say the same for your property, but the fire was already out of control when we got here.

Billy Nicholson: I don't give a damn about this stuff. I'm just grateful no one was hurt badly. Where did you say you took him?

Kidd: Chicago Med.

Billy Nicholson: It's a hell of a thing what you all do for us. Thank you.

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Firehouse: garage

Novak: Ooh, that guy's a cutie, huh?

Violet: Yeah, he's all right.

Novak: Is he single?

Violet: I don't know.

Novak: Is he boring?

Violet: No, he's pretty fun, actually.

Novak: Does he ever, uh, date co-workers? Or does he have one of those, like, quote-unquote, "policies"?

Violet: Uh, I, uh...

Novak: Doesn't matter. Even those guys have a funny way of changing their minds. Hey, got a sec?

Carver: Hey.

Novak: I wanna show you something.

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Firehouse: common room

James: Hey, quick question.

Kylie: Let me guess. You're having trouble with the city data portal?

James: Actually, yeah, it keeps crashing on me for no reason. What is it, like, 20 years old?

Kylie: Yeah, it took me months to figure out how to upload fire reports on the first try.

James: I think you have to be over 50 to understand it. Really, though, I was just wondering do you know how long it takes to get paid around here?

Kylie: First check? Two or three weeks.

James: Wow.

Kylie: If you need it sooner, I know the payroll manager from my time on Chief Boden's desk. I can put in a call, see if they'll expedite it.

James: Yeah?

Kylie: I can't make any promises. You wouldn't believe the amount of red tape just to order extra printer toner.

James: That would be huge, if you could help.

Kylie: Yeah, totally. I'll let you know.

James: Thanks, Kylie. You're the best.

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Building

Van Meter: I was hoping you'd get a head start.

Severide: You handling this one yourself?

Van Meter: Half the CFD is out sick this week, apparently. Any impressions so far?

Severide: Definitely suspicious. You see that?

Van Meter: Stone wool insulation.

Severide: Fire-rated. It had to be pushing 2,000 degrees in here, for it to melt like that.

Van Meter: You got an origin point yet?

Severide: Found three of them so far... One down the hall in the next studio and one in the control room back there... And one right here.

Van Meter: That narrow V pattern definitely says accelerant. The smell, it's not familiar. Maybe some kind of cleaning product?

Severide: Yeah. Whatever it was, I think it may have reacted with the formaldehyde off-gassing from the insulation, which is why it makes it so difficult to identify the odor... I think the smell is getting stronger over here.

Van Meter: Oh.

Severide: Yeah.

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Street

Severide: If it's okay with you, I'm going to give Van Meter a hand on this one, chief.

Boden: Yeah, of course.

Severide: Thanks.

Van Meter: There's two vehicles parked in the back lot. One belongs to Dale Smith, the guy you rescued from the fire. The other one belongs to a Wyatt Sullivan, the studio manager. I'm assuming that's our John Doe.

Severide: That's who the owner was worried about.

Van Meter: Apparently the owner is still over at Med.

Severide: Let's give him a call.

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CMED: waiting room

Billy Nicholson: You were at the fire.

Severide: Kelly Severide. This is Captain Van Meter with the Office of Fire Investigation.

Billy Nicholson: Billy Nicholson. I own Canal Port Studios. What's left of it... That's Jane, my studio manager's wife... I just can't believe this is really happening... Poor Jane. She texted me this morning in a panic that Wyatt didn't come home last night and wasn't picking up his phone... I just got this sinking feeling.

Severide: Where were you at that time?

Billy Nicholson: My house up in Lake Geneva. I got in my car and I drove straight down to the studio, but it was... I'm sorry. I just should have been here.

Van Meter: Any idea what happened, Mr. Nicholson?

Billy Nicholson: I don't know... But we have been having problems with this one client.

Van Meter: The guy we pulled from the fire?

Billy Nicholson: Dale? No, no, no. Dale is a solid guy, long-time client. Never had any issues there. I'm talking about Antoine Kennedy... Says he's a rap artist, but always seemed more like a drug dealer to me. This guy just had that vibe, you know? Booked the studio for four weeks, paid half up front in cash and then kept stringing me along on the balance. So finally, I told Wyatt to kick him out.

Severide: When was that?

Billy Nicholson: Last night... Antoine was not happy, to say the least. He sent Wyatt some texts after he left. Pretty disturbing stuff in retrospect... Wyatt forwarded it to me. Yeah, I wish I would have taken it more seriously, but I just thought it was bluster.

Severide: Where can we find Antoine?

Billy Nicholson: I don't know. He didn't sign a contract. We're pretty informal.

Van Meter: Well, we appreciate your time. If you could forward those texts with anything else that you think could be helpful, that'd be great.

Billy Nicholson: Mm.

Severide: Should we get PD to put a BOLO out on this Antoine character?

Van Meter: Definitely. PD is stretched so thin. I'm not sure I see this ranking high on their priority list, unfortunately.

Severide: So we track him down ourselves.

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Firehouse: common room

Herrmann: And there goes another Cubs championship down the drain.

Mouch: It's the third game of the season, brother. You got to...

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Firehouse: entrance

Mouch: Kathy? What are you doing here?

Kathy: Well, you said to walk more, so...

Mouch: I didn't mean walk a mile and a half in one shot.

Kathy: Also, I had to get this back to you.

Mouch: Oh, that was not necessary. Come here, have a seat.

Kathy: Such a gentleman, Randall.

Mouch: Are you feeling okay?

Kathy: Right as rain. Just a little winded. It's been ages since I've been out and about.

Mouch: Kathy, this really isn't a good time for a visit. I mean, we could get called out of the house at any moment.

Kathy: That's so exciting.

Mouch: Yeah, well, it's better I call you an Uber to take you home, okay?

Kathy: Oh, that's not necessary, Randall. I got myself here. I can get myself home.

Mouch: No, I insist. I'll, uh... Let's get my phone.

Kathy: Such a gentleman.

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Firehouse: common room

Mouch: Don't give me that look.

Herrmann: What look?

Mouch: I promised Brett I would take care of the paramedicine program with the same TLC she always gave it.

Herrmann: I don't remember any paramedics and patients just popping in here unannounced when she was running it.

Mouch: I will not let your cynicism infect me.

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Firehouse: Kidd's quarters

Kidd: So what's the motive? Revenge?

Severide: Studio manager kicks him out, makes him feel disrespected, he takes off, stews for a while, maybe his buddies get in his ear, he goes back, pops the studio manager, torches the place to cover it up. I buy it.

Kidd: Guy looks the part, I'll give him that.

Severide: I won't be surprised if the ME finds a 9-millimeter slug inside the victim.

Kidd: Interesting... He practically lives at this place on Cermak, Poppin' Billiards. He's posting from there all the time... Are you going to go alone?

Severide: I'm just going to go ask around.

Kidd: IWhat if he's there?

Severide: I'll call for backup.

Kidd: Please be careful.

Severide: Always.

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Firehouse: bullpen

Kylie: That portal still crashing on you? Here, let me show you something.

James: Nope. All good, got it.

Kylie: Oh, uh, sorry.

James: It's not what you think.

Kylie: None of my business.

James: I'm about to lose my mom's house... I thought it'd be smart just to rent it out so I could keep paying the mortgage while I'm in Chicago I cut a deal with some friends of friends. But like a dumbass, I didn't make them put down a deposit. They haven't paid a dime of rent. They're throwing wild parties, trashing the place, refusing to leave. I've been reading up on Michigan State laws. I got to take them to court. And I'm already behind on the mortgage.

Kylie: That's why you needed your paycheck rushed? You don't have to do this alone.

James: He's done enough. This is my screw-up. I'm going to fix it.

Kylie: So the trick is to drag the file into the upload menu instead of selecting it. And never, ever hit the back button... I won't say anything. But I really think you should.

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Bar

Severide: Hey.

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Street

Severide: Yo, Antoine! Antoine!

Cop: Police! Stop! Get your ass down. On your knees, right now.

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CPD: hallway

Severide: I thought you said PD was stretched too thin to prioritize our guy. How'd you get them to send in the cavalry?

Van Meter: Chem analysis from the scene came back. Turns out the arsonist torched the place with acetone

Severide: Enough to believe he's involved in methamphetamine production, I take it?

Van Meter: Or heroin or MDMA or take your pick.

Desantos: You can observe the interview as a courtesy. But we ask the questions.

Van Meter: Understood.

Severide: Okay.

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CPD: interview room

Jackson: So... How long you been in the drug trade, Antoine?

Antoine Kennedy: I ain't in the drug trade, bruh. I'm a musician. Check the Spotify profile.

Desantos: Oh, we did. We've been enjoying your music, actually. I like that song "Chalk Slinger," the one where you rap about dealing meth for six minutes?

Antoine Kennedy: Y'all for real right now? It's called art... The whole akslinga thing, that ain't really me, you know? It's a character.

Jackson: Fair enough. So tell us, is there some music-related use for acetone?

Antoine Kennedy: The hell is acetone?

Desantos: Acetone is a precursor chemical in the production of several common street drugs, Antoine. It's also highly flammable.

Severide: Why'd you run when you saw me?

Antoine Kennedy: Because the second a fireman came looking for me, I knew y'all was going to try to hang that studio thing on me. And I was right too, wasn't I?

Desantos: Now that you mention it, where were you between 3:00 and 6:00 this morning?

Antoine Kennedy: Home sleeping. Where were you?

Jackson: Can anyone back you up on that?

Antoine Kennedy: Nope, I was alone. For once.

Severide: Billy said you owed him money, that you were stringing him along, for two weeks until he finally had to have a studio manager come kick you out last night.

Antoine Kennedy: Bruh, that ain't even how it happened. Okay? Dude is lying. I was all paid up. Then last night, Wyatt busts in saying there's some big name that wants to book my studio and they offering three times the rate. So now I got to match it or clear out. Him and Billy was always doing shady stuff like that to keep that broke-ass place running.

Desantos: You basically threatened to kill the guy, Antoine.

Antoine Kennedy: I didn't mean it like that, a'ight? I was pissed off and I had a right to be. They kicked me out for no reason... I could prove it too. I was in the middle of a take when Wyatt came in. Whole thing is on tape.

Jackson: Was on tape. Till it got burned up in the fire. Along with our only eyewitness. Which is all pretty convenient, huh?

Antoine Kennedy: That ain't convenient. It's a damn tragedy. I had 40 hours of my blood, sweat, and tears on that tape. Now it's just gone forever. But...

Desantos: A man's dead. But losing 40 hours of his music, that's the tragedy?

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CPD: hallway

Desantos: We're going to hold him, get a warrant to search his place. We find any product... Hell, we find one drop of acetone, that's checkmate, fellas.

Van Meter: You're not convinced he's our guy.

Severide: I didn't feel like he was lying. And if his story is true, he may not be the studio's only disgruntled client. But these two, are laser-focused on one guy when they should be turning over every rock.

Van Meter: It's a good thing someone loves turning over rocks.

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Firehouse: common room

Mouch: You know what this house needs? An air fryer. Trudy and I recently got one. And all I can say is life-changing.

Carver: Aren't they just tiny ovens?

Kidd: Well, it'd take like four of them to feed everybody.

Mouch: Listen, I can't explain the science behind it, but everything tastes better in an air fryer.

Ritter: Hey, you guys know anything about the random lady crashed out in the bunk room?

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Firehouse: lounge room

Mouch: Kathy, you got to wake up.

Kathy: Mm.

Mouch: You can't be here, Kathy.

Kathy: I know. I'm sorry... I promise I won't get in the way... I just... It's hard to be away from you. I know how that sounds, but it's true. It's like I was underwater until you came into my life. Now the only time I can breathe is when I'm around you, Randall.

Mouch: I'm sorry, but you have to go. I mean it. Right now... Come on, you got to go.

Kathy: Okay, okay. I can take a hint... I'll still see you on Wednesday, though, right? You know I'm worthless at keeping my meds straight.

Mouch: Sure, Kathy, you bet. I'll see you then.

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Ambulance 61

Novak: And the thing about 115 was the nicknames. So not funny. Like there was this guy they called Smacky. Why is he called Smacky? Because he likes to smack people. I mean, come on, people, stir your creative juices a little.

Violet: So what about... What about 51, what's our thing?

Novak: Honestly?

Violet:Mm-hmm.

Novak: 51 is pretty dope so far. On the plus side, lots of action. Everyone is super nice. On the minus side, not a ton of young people.

Violet: I'm 27, and so is Ritter. And Carver, he's only like 30...

Novak: You're only 27? Wow, you seem so much older. Hey, so is it true you guys hang out at some place called Mary's after work? Sounds kind of religious.

Violet: No, it's called Molly's and it's a bar. It's a great bar.

Novak: Cool.

Violet: I mean, I'm not a big Wicker Park person, but I'm flexible.

Dispatch: Ambulance 61, child injured, unknown causes, 2339 Grove Avenue.

Novak: Okay.

Violet: Copy that, main. Ambo 61 en route.

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Street

Novak: This place is creeping me out. Is this even the right address? 61 to main...

Violet: Shh. Just wait.

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House

Violet: Hello? Did someone call for help?

Theo: In the basement, hurry!

Violet: Stay on my hip, and don't do anything until I tell you to. Okay?

Novak: Yep.

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Basement

Violet: We're paramedics. You can put it down. Put that gun on the ground now, right now.

Theo: It was an accident, I swear to God. Is he dead?

Violet: I don't know. We have to check him out... Can you put the gun on the ground, please? Right now.

Theo: If he's dead, they won't just send me to juvie again!

Violet: If he is alive, we can help him... But not until you put the gun down, okay? No.

Novak: What's your name, bud?

Theo: Theo.

Novak: I'm Rosie. You know... That's Violet. She's, like, the best paramedic that I've ever worked with. So if anyone can help your friend, it's her. So she's... She's just going to stop the bleeding. And we can just talk for a minute, okay? Whew... My heart's going like a million miles an hour. How about you? Yeah, it's funny how feeling really scared and really excited feel so similar... That's why you were checking out that gun, huh? That feeling?

Violet: Pulse is weak and fast.

Theo: What does that mean?

Novak: He's going to be okay, just look at me. Hey, Theo... Have you ever been down to Stearns Quarry? Did you know that people used to jump off the big rock into the water? It's all blocked off now. But this one time, my friends and I did it. The thing is you have to walk way out on this limb to make sure you don't land in the shallow water. And, uh, it was... It was my turn and I was out there. And I was holding on to this branch to keep my balance. And I was so terrified of falling in that I pulled down too hard on the branch and it snapped... And I fell. Crazy... My... My fear of falling literally made me fall... That's what I'm worried about here. That you are so scared that you're going to get in trouble that you're going to accidentally do something that will get you into way bigger trouble. But you're... You're not there yet, Theo, I... I promise... You can still step back... It's okay. Hey. I got you.

Violet: Pulse is strong. Pressure's stable.

Novak: Okay. Did you hear that? He's going to be okay.

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Building / Firehouse: locker room

Kidd: Hey, you find anything?

Severide: No, I found nothing. It's all gone.

Kidd: Why do you sound excited?

Severide: Every piece of high-end recording equipment has been cleared out. Like someone knew the place was going to burn down.

Kidd: Whoa, that's like a telltale sign for arson for profit, right?

Severide: You bet your ass it is. I'll see you in 20.

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Firehouse: locker room

Novak: Uh-huh. Yeah. Yeah, I know. Let's meet at that place Mary's in Wicker Park. No, yeah, I know, I know, but it's supposed to be cool, in like a old-timey kind of way.

Ritter: Maybe you were right. Maybe she's not 51 material.

Violet: I don't know. She's definitely a lot. But there is something about her.

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Firehouse: bullpen

Kylie: You wanted to see me, Chief?

Boden: James left yesterday without telling me. Didn't come home last night... This morning, I get a text telling me that he's not going to make it in today. Now, I know he is burning the candle at both ends driving all night trying to earn enough mone to get his own place. And I know he's an adult who can do his own thing, but... But he said he wanted this job. Now it feels... Irresponsible, if you ask me.

Kylie: Chief, wait... I saw the warning signs with Gibson and I thought I was helping him by keeping it to myself. I don't want to make the same mistake again.

Boden: Go on.

Kylie: I know where James went.

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Firehouse: briefing room

Severide: Hey, thanks for coming by on such short notice. We just wanted to confirm a few details about the fire.

Billy Nicholson: Whatever I can do to help... That is Studio A control room.

Severide: And all of the equipment in this photo is all insured?

Billy Nicholson: Of course it was insured. That's $200,000 worth of equipment in that room. The console alone is worth almost 100. Why are you asking me that? I don't understand where you're going with this.

Severide: None of the equipment was destroyed. It wasn't even there, it was removed before the fire burned the studio down, which is either incredibly lucky timing, or...

Billy Nicholson: That's impossible. I'm the only person who's authorized to... Oh... You think I did it? You think I moved the equipment out and burned down my own studio and killed my best friend of 40 years all to collect a couple hundred thousand dollars of insurance money? Why would I do that?

Severide: Well, we heard the studio was having financial troubles

Billy Nicholson: Fine. We weren't killing it. But I was hustling my ass off to make that business work... Not for myself, but for Wyatt.

Kidd: Your studio manager?

Billy Nicholson: My friend... We've known each other since we were in grade school. He was my best man twice... When he was down on his luck, I gave him a job taught him the business, tried to help him out... Pandemic was brutal on those two. Wyatt was bouncing around from job to job. I think Jane's nail salon struggled ever since she opened it.

Severide: It... His wife owns a nail salon?

Billy Nicholson: Over on Clyburn. Why?

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Nail salon

Jane Sullivan: Can I help you? What's going on here?

Van Meter: We got a warrant here to search the premises, ma'am. We're investigating the fire at Canal Port Studios.

Desantos: And the death of Wyatt Sullivan.

Severide: I assume you store your acetone in the back there?

Jane Sullivan: Hey, this is my business. You can't just... Wait, you can't just go back there. The... It's acetone. All nail salons use it. There's nothing improper about acetone.

Kidd: Kelly, check this out.

Jane Sullivan: Wyatt did it. I... I tried to talk him out of it, I swear. I knew he was way out of his depth. But he said he knew what he was doing... We got into so much debt during the pandemic. He said he could sell this stuff, and give us a fresh start. And it was all insured anyway, so Billy would be okay... Wyatt wasn't supposed to... He was supposed to get out. Why didn't he just get out?

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Mouch and Trudy's house: entrance

Trudy Platt: Hey, honey, come on in here. We have a visitor.

Mouch: Oh, yeah?

Trudy Platt: Yeah.

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Mouch and Trudy's house: lunch room

Kathy: Hi, Randall... I brought Trudy a bundt cake to thank her for all the food she sent over the last few months.

Mouch: Well, that was very thoughtful, Kathy. Hey, uh... You want to go in the kitchen with me for a minute, cut that cake?

Trudy Platt: Don't be ridiculous. I don't need your help cutting a cake.

Mouch: Uh, you sure about that?

Trudy Platt: Honey, sit. Entertain our guest. I'll be back in two shakes.

Kathy: You were very rude earlier, Randall... And I didn't like it... Not one bit.

Mouch: I'm sorry about that. I wasn't trying to be rude.

Kathy: You made me feel like dirt.

Mouch: That wasn't my intention. The thing is, I must have given you the wrong impression somewhere along the way, which is completely my fault, by the way. I take full responsibility... This... This was never my strong suit. Brett was the one who always handled the, uh... You know, client relations, I guess.

Trudy Platt: Kathy, this looks just delicious. Here you go.

Kathy: Oh, no, I made it for you, Trudy.

Trudy Platt: Oh... Stay down... You're under arrest.

Kathy: Randall, what's happening? Why am I being arrested?

Trudy Platt: Assault with a deadly weapon.

Mouch: Whoa! How did you...

Trudy Platt: I had the sergeant on duty run her name. It seems your friend spent four years in a secured psychiatric facility for attempted murder. Get up... Move.

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Molly's

Novak: So this is the famous Mary's, huh?

Violet: No, like...

Novak: Molly's, I know. I'm just messing with you... It's not bad.

Violet: Mm-hmm.

Novak: It's pretty cozy, actually. Which some people really like. Shots?

Violet: I...

Novak: Hey, Herrmann. Can we get two Dublin drops?

Herrmann: You got it.

Novak: Thanks.

Violet: So how was your first shift at 51?

Novak: Oh, man. That was a wild one, huh?

Violet: Right? And that was a pretty mellow shift, believe it or not. Yeah, 51 is pretty badass. You can say it. So how would you feel about...

Herrmann: Here we go, two Dublin drops for the ladies.

Novak: Whoo.

Violet: Ooh.

Novak: Whoo!

Violet: Wow, okay.

Novak: Sorry, what were you saying?

Violet: Uh, I was going to ask if you wanted to stay on 61 for a few more shifts.

Novak: Totally, yeah, we should really keep talking about that... Kip! Hey, girl. One sec.

Violet: Okay.

Novak: Hi.

Friend: Hey.

Novak: You want to sit?

Friend:Yeah.

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Carver: I hope you know I'm only into PICs. Just for the record.

Violet: Well, you can be into whoever you want. Just for the record.

Carver: Oh.

Violet: I'm serious.

Carver: Mm-hmm.

Violet: Don't sass me. I am a PIC.

Carver: Yes, you are.

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Bar

Antoine Kennedy: Hey, what you doing here, fire man? Y'all change your mind about me doing that arson? Oh, man, are those my files?

Severide: Yeah, it turns out the studio manager moved all the gear out before he set the fire.

Antoine Kennedy: Whoa, for real? Wyatt did it himself?

Severide: Yeah. Yeah, we think it got out of hand quicker than he expected. Happens a lot, actually.

Antoine Kennedy: Hey, bruh... I'll send you my album. You'll like it. My rhymes are fire.

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James's house: porch

James: I'm sorry, I...

Boden: Don't be. I know you're dealing with a lot right now.

James: I can't believe you drove all this way.

Boden: I was worried about you, son... Besides, this looks like a two-man job to say the least.

James: Kylie told you, huh?

Boden: She was worried about you too.

James: I got them to leave, but... I'm behind three months on the mortgage. The bank is threatening to foreclose, and I don't even know where to start with this mess, and...

Boden: Hey, hey, hey, hey... You just start... Come on.