13x05 – Down the Rabbit Hole
Carver's apartement: kitchen
Carver: I gotta shower and get out of here quick.
Tori: I'll whip you up an espresso.
Carver: Mm. Ugh, I feel like my head's gonna explode. How am I gonna get through this shift?
Tori: You just need something to look forward to.
Carver: Sleep.
Tori: We can sleep when we're dead... I got something better.
Carver: Is that right?
Tori: Mm-hmm. How about a little Texas in Chicago? I got us tickets to see Tripp at the Vic.
Carver: They got back together?
Tori: Mm-hmm... We can have some beers, sing our hearts out, forget about the rest of the world.
Carver: Mm-hmm.
Tori: What do you think?
Carver: I like it.
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Loft
Kidd: Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up, and we didn't even make it out the door.
Severide: We were still going to be early anyway.
Kidd: Yeah, Pascal likes it when his lieutenants are early. I just talked myself out of leaving.
Severide: Mm.
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Firehouse: common room
Novak: Good morning.
Pascal: Good morning. Oh, looks like I took the last of it.
Novak: Hey, uh, what are you doing after shift? Uh, it's Violet's birthday, and we're all going to Molly's to celebrate. Just didn't know if you'd heard.
Pascal: Uh...
Novak: No, no pressure. But, uh, it'll be fun.
Pascal: Well, thanks for the invite. I'll check with my wife.
Ritter: That's twice now I've seen you alone with Pascal.
Novak: Yeah? So?
Ritter: So I'm jealous. It feels like everyone around here has gotten face time with the new boss, except me. Every time I try, it gets interrupted.
Novak: He knows what a good firefighter you are.
Ritter: It's not about that. I just like to, you know, have a little rapport with the guy.
Novak: A rapport?
Ritter: I'm making it happen today. Yeah, and I got the perfect icebreaker, too. Are you ready?
Novak: Yep.
Ritter: We're both grasshoppers.
Novak: Excuse me?
Ritter: Well, that was our mascot. It turns out Pascal and I went to the same elementary school. It's perfect, right?
Novak: Okay, Ritter, um, I say this with love... It's terrible.
Ritter: It...
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Kidd: Herrmann, your new recruit's here.
Herrmann: Hey!
Capp: Hey.
Novak: Hey, whoo.
Ritter: Kylie.
Capp: There she is.
Kylie: Happy to be here, as always.
Herrmann: All right. Well, I would get up, but Cindy made me play pickleball this weekend and I pulled every muscle in my body.
Capp: How does this work, actually? Who's going where?
Tony: Ritter's going to Truck. Kylie's subbing on the Engine. Not that complicated.
Herrmann: Nope.
Dispatch: All units, multi-vehicle accident. East Broad Street and Trade.
Herrmann: Go without me.
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Street
Lisa: Help, please. The other driver, he needs help.
Pascal: Is he still in the cab?
Lisa: Not the truck. Hurry. I don't know what happened. I... I guess I didn't see the brake lights.
Pascal: Squad, extricate the driver.
Severide: Copy that. Squad, cutters, jaws now.
Cruz: Copy.
Pascal: Engine, run a hose line. Get one ready. Truck, I want you standing by with extinguishers and a stretcher.
Kidd: Copy that. You heard the man. Let's move.
Ritter: On it.
Kidd: Hey, ma'am. Ma'am, we need you back behind the trucks.
Lisa: I... I promised I'd stay with him.
Kidd: You gotta let us work, all right? This is Violet. She'll take care of you.
Violet: Okay, let's take a look at that cut above your eye, ma'am. Right here.
Severide: All right, we're gonna get you out. Stay still.
Violet: All right, let's clean this up.
Severide: Chief, it's raining gas in there. Fuel tank must have ruptured and landed on top of him.
Pascal: Can you pull him free?
Severide: Uh, it's pretty tight.
Ritter: Chief, we got a flare-up.
Pascal: Run another hose line. Ready? Let's go. Put out that engine fire. Let's stay ready.
Ritter: Copy that. I'll get the engine at half.
Kidd: Copy.
Pascal: Okay, one spark hits this gas, and this guy gets incinerated.
Kidd: Copy that, Chief.
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Severide: Hey, Cruz, I can slip through the passenger side.
Cruz: Are you sure?
Severide: Just cover me.
Cruz: Yeah, copy that.
Kidd: Come on!
Severide: Can you move your legs?
Driver: I think so.
Pascal: Flare-up!
Cruz: We're clear, Lieutenant.
Severide: All right, we gotta move!
Cruz: Coming out!
Severide: Backward. Let's go.
Tony: Easy... All right, look, I got you... Ready? One, two, three.
Pascal: All right, Engine, hit it! Knock that down and overhaul the scene, people!
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Ron: Damn it!
Severide: Hey, buddy. You need to get back.
Ron: That's my trailer.
Severide: I said, get back!
Ron: Look, I'm on the clock here.
Kidd: Sir! We need you to clear the area.
Ron: I got a new cab coming to finish that haul.
Severide: Not until we're done here. Till then, you can stand by your truck.
Ron: Come on, let's go. I'll send Richie to pick up the trailer. Come on, let's go!
Severide: That logo, that look familiar to you?
Kidd: It does.
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Firehouse: common room
Tony: Violet...
Violet: Hmm?
Tony: Do you like fish?
Violet: To eat?
Tony: No, as a pet. For your birthday gift.
Violet: All I want is a promise that you won't sing "Happy Birthday" at the bar. And that goes for everyone. Okay? Thank you.
Carver: I, uh, wanted to mention I'm not going to be able to make it. Sorry. Got some stuff I gotta do.
It's all good.
Violet: I have a birthday every year. You can catch the next one. Sorry. Thank you very much.
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Firehouse: garage
Cruz: Now he's using his pickleball pain as an excuse to sit at our table?
Herrmann: Son of a bitch.
Capp: You trying to hear the ocean?
Herrmann: What? There is water in the damn housing again.
Kylie: Aren't the radios was supposed to be waterproof?
Cruz: Oh, don't get him started.
Herrmann: Hey, it's not funny, all right? These things are so damn old, they're practically prehistoric.
Cruz: So take it to Facilities.
Herrmann: Oh, yeah. And why don't I just go wish on a shooting star and get the same results?
Cruz: Yeah, yeah. They're pretty stingy when it comes to replacing equipment.
Herrmann: Yeah, and it's a bunch of crap. All right? You know, why do we keep on ending up with all of Squad's hand-me-downs?
Cruz: Why are you yelling at me? I don't make the rules.
Herrmann: You're right. I'm going down to Facilities, and I am gonna demand some new radios.
Cruz: Yes, you do that. You get those new radios.
Herrmann: I will.
Cruz: Yeah... He ain't getting those radios.
Capp: No.
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Firehouse: Severide's quarters
Kidd: Hey... There's a reason we recognize that logo.
Severide: Hmm.
Kidd: So that is an MVA we responded to six months ago. Semi flipped, landed on a minivan. Look at the truck.
Severide: J.R. Maddox Trucking.
Kidd: Mm-hmm. And then there's this. Two months ago, truck ran a red, T-boned a sedan.
Severide: Oh, I remember this. OFI investigated. Engine fire went through the vents, lit up the cab. Trucker died... That's a crazy amount of accidents for one company.
Kidd: These trucks, they're on our streets, in our neighborhoods, right now. Each one of them is a rolling death trap.
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Firehouse: Pascal's office
Severide: For a trucking company the size of Maddox, one accident per year would be a lot.
Kidd: And they've had three in the past six months.
Pascal: Any idea why?
Severide: It could be bad training, labor violations, faulty trucks. But someone's gotta know to look.
Kidd: And I'm not sure anyone realizes that these accidents are connected.
Pascal: Take it to the Department of Transportation. They can move the needle on this.
Kidd: Copy.
Pascal: Thank you.
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Ritter: Got a sec?
Pascal: Well, the CFD Facilities Committee just got here.
Ritter: Oh. Well, I'll come back later then.
Pascal: No, this'll be pretty quick. Just hang tight.
Ritter: Great... Oh... Oh... What?
Novak: What are you doing? Oh, my God. Oh, my God... Oh, my God. You decapitated it.
Ritter: Oh, no, no. No, no, no, no, no. This is not good.
Novak: Okay, here, give... Give it to me... Now... There. Problem solved.
Ritter: No, we can't leave it like that.
Novak: "We"?
Ritter: Yes, we. I wouldn't have dropped it if you hadn't yelled at me.
Novak: Why were you holding it in the first place?
Ritter: I was admiring it.
Novak: Admire with your eyes like a normal person.
Pascal: Ritter, this is taking longer than I thought. Can we, um... Can we meet later?
Ritter: No problem.
Novak: Okay. Tomorrow, we will come in early for shift and glue it back together. Then we will never speak of this again.
Ritter: Deal.
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Outside the firehouse
Cruz: So I hear that Herrmann is making you a special cocktail for your birthday.
Violet: Oh.
Mouch: And I'm going to make it even more special by wearing a tux.
Kylie: Fancy.
Mouch: Yeah, Trudy made me rent one for her cousin's wedding, and I have two more days with it.
Violet: Best birthday ever. I can feel it.
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Street
Tori: Hi. Look what I found in the glove box. It's got all the live bootlegs on it. We can listen on the way... What's going on?
Carver: Uh, I got assigned O.T. I just found out, or I would have called.
Tori: Are you serious?
Carver: Mm-hmm.
Tori: You can't get out of it?
Carver: I can't. But you should still go. Seriously. Take someone from work.
Tori: That won't bother you?
Carver: One of us should be having fun.
Tori: Okay, I'll send you lots of videos.
Carver: Good. And, uh, I'm sorry.
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Department of Transportation
Colleen Lawrence: You the CFD guys?
Kidd: Yes. Hi. Uh, Lieutenant Kidd. This is Lieutenant Severide.
Colleen Lawrence: You should have told me on the phone this was about Maddox Trucking. I would have saved you the trip.
Kidd: You... Did you take a look at what we emailed?
Colleen Lawrence: I did. Look, there's nothing we can do here.
Kidd: It's three accidents in the last six months. You don't think that's worth investigating?
Colleen Lawrence: We did investigate after their last MVA. We checked qualifications, driver logs, inspections. Everything came back clean.
Severide: And that's not a red flag to you?
Colleen Lawrence: Can't shut someone down for following all the rules. Sorry.
Severide: She was helpful.
Kidd: We're talking to the wrong people. We need somebody on the inside of the company.
Severide: The trouble is finding someone willing to talk.
Kidd: Maybe we already have.
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Molly's
Herrmann: All right, here's to our birthday girl. I present the "Violet."
Violet: Mmm. What's in it?
Herrmann: Ah, vodka and tonic. I think I'm just too sore to be creative. Sorry. Drink up. Cheers!
All: Cheers!
Kylie: Happy birthday.
Violet: Thank you. Thank you so much. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Ritter: So, October birthday... What is that? Libra?
Novak: Scorpio.
Ritter: Hmm.
Novak: And now you make sense to me.
Violet: Yeah.
Kidd: Hey.
Violet: Hey!
Kidd: Happy birthday.
Violet: Thank you so much. And how did it go with the DOT?
Kidd: About as well as you would expect.
Herrmann: Bureaucrats! They're all useless.
Cruz: He's trying to convince Facilities to fork up new radios.
Kidd: Oh, I see. Need another one?
Ritter: Hey. Oh, no.
Kidd: Yeah.
Violet: Oh, hi. I thought you said you couldn't make it.
Carver: Some stuff got shifted around, so I thought I'd pop by.
Violet: Oh.
Cruz: No Tori?
Carver: No. She has to work. Nice tiara.
Violet: Thank you. Thank you.
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Herrmann: So, hey.
Kylie: Mm, what's this?
Herrmann: It's our manifesto. It's every reason we deserve a radio upgrade. All right, what do you think?
Kylie: Okay, poor battery, bad signal, unreliable. Don't always work. The last two are the same. Aside from that, I think it's pretty good.
Herrmann: Oh, no, no, no. That's for you to keep, all right? Come on. I want you to memorize it. We are going to go to Facilities next shift, and we are not going to take no for an answer.
Kylie: Copy that.
Novak: It's all good.
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Ritter: Hey, uh, I think I know what just happened there. Herrmann recruited you for one of his righteous crusades.
Kylie: Seems like it.
Ritter: Okay, as someone who's worked with Herrmann a long time, let me give you a little advice. Just draw a line in the sand. Otherwise, one day, you might end up with him smelling strange men to find a cologne that rubbed off on him during a call.
Kylie: That's so specific, it has to be real.
Ritter: Like I said, draw a line.
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Violet: Are you waiting for someone? You keep looking at the door.
Novak: No, I'm not. Okay, I invited Pascal, so, uh, I'm just keeping an eye out for him.
Violet: Okay. Hmm.
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Cruz: Oh, hey, I thought Tori couldn't make it.
Carver: Tori, wait.
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Street
Carver: Tori, come on! Hold up. Tori, stop.
Tori: Is that what counts as overtime now? You know, I showed up to the firehouse with food for you, and some stranger had to tell me that my boyfriend lied.
Carver: Look, it was a work thing I couldn't miss.
Tori: What work thing happens at Molly's, Sam?
Carver: Every work thing, actually... It's a birthday party for Violet.
Tori: I guess she got exactly what she wanted... You know she's messing with your head, right? You know that. She's manipulating you.
Carver: That is not true.
Tori: It's not? Then how'd you end up here?
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Lisa's house: front door
Michael: Can I help you?
Kidd: I'm Stella, and I am looking for Lisa. Is she home?
Michael: Uh, Mom, someone's here for you... Are you one of the firefighters that helped her?
Kidd: I am. Yeah. It's, uh... Just here to check on her... Hi.
Lisa: Hi. Michael, go pack your bag. And don't forget your toothbrush. Dad's not gonna have extra.
Michael: Nice to meet you.
Kidd: You, too.
Lisa: You know how the driver's doing? Hospital wouldn't tell me.
Kidd: Yeah, he's going to be okay. But you were lucky, because other drivers at Maddox weren't... Why does this keep happening?
Lisa: I can't help you.
Kidd: Because you don't know or because you won't say?
Lisa: Because I have bills to pay and a son to raise. And the only help I get from his father is a place for Michael to sleep when I'm on a haul, which I'm now late for.
Kidd: Hey, Lisa. One of the drivers died. I don't want that to happen to you or anybody else.
Lisa: I'm sorry. I can't save the world. I can barely take care of my son.
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Street
Kidd: Lisa, hey. Listen, here is my number. If you change your mind, I will do everything I can to help you.
Lisa: Come on, Michael. Let's go.
Michael: She's a ghost.
Kidd: Here.
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Firehouse: Pascal's office
Kidd: And I wasn't sure what the kid meant by "ghost." I thought it was just about how his mom is barely around. Then I did some digging.
Pascal: And?
Kidd: There is something called ghost drivers. It's a pretty common practice with sketchy trucking companies.
Pascal: This is how Maddox skirts driving regulations?
Kidd: Mm-hmm.
Severide: Yeah, if you look at the driving logs, it looks like two different drivers doing two shifts.
Kidd: But in reality, one driver does both shifts. The other driver doesn't exist... It's a ghost.
Pascal: And Lisa won't come forward?
Severide: She's scared of losing her job. Maybe we could help her find another.
Pascal: If Lisa is involved in this, the first thing the DOT is going to do is revoke her commercial license.
Kidd: That's the only way that she can make a living.
Pascal: Yeah.
Severide: So, then, where does that leave us?
Kidd: I don't know... It's the 21st district... Hello?
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Firehouse: locker room
Ritter: Sh...
Novak: We can't fix the statue.
Ritter: What? Why not?
Novak: It's too late. Pascal moved it. He knows it's broken... Maybe he's trying to taunt the culprit.
Ritter: Taunt the culprit?
Novak: Pascal is smart. Maybe he's trying to send a message that he knows what the person did. And the longer that they wait to come forward, the worse the punishment will be.
Ritter: I don't know. But maybe I should confess, just in case.
Novak: Okay, wait... Let me take the fall for you.
Ritter: No. I can't let you do that.
Novak: Yeah, you can. None of this would have happened if I hadn't scared you. And like you said, at least I've had the chance to talk to him a little.
Ritter: I don't know.
Novak: Well, I do... Just promise me that when you finally get your face time with Pascal, you won't waste it.
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Facilities
Michele: They seem to be working fine.
Herrmann: We just told you, they're not broken. They're ancient. Do we have to read you the note again?
Michele: I can't just invent money to use. Your firehouse has to have the budget for it... I'm sorry.
Kylie: You know, I used to help with the budget when I worked for Boden. Maybe there's money there?
Herrmann: You know what? That's a really nice thought. But if there were thousands of bucks just laying around, somebody would have taken them by now... We're done.
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Firehouse: garage
Violet: Hey.
Carver: Hey.
Violet: Everything okay? Tori didn't seem too happy last night.
Carver: It's complicated.
Violet: Yeah, well, uh, I might know why. I think Tori might still be mad about a text that I sent.
Carver: You sent Tori a text?
Violet: No, I sent you a text, and Tori saw it.
Carver: I don't remember getting a text from you.
Dispatch: Ambo 61, person down. 124 East Highgrove Street.
Violet: Hey, look, all I'm trying to say is, I don't blame Tori for being pissed.
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Street
Violet: Okay. Thank you. There we go.
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Park
Flynn Calhoun: Hey. Guys, this way.
Violet: Do you know what happened?
Flynn Calhoun: Maybe 10 minutes ago, I'm walking back from lunch, and I see a guy on a bike ram right into this food cart. Vendor starts yelling at him about it. And all of a sudden, the biker starts attacking him. So by the time I got there, the biker was gone, and I found the vendor like this.
Violet: I'm Violet. I'm here to help you. Lift your head. What's your name?
Ali: Ali.
Violet: Ali?
Ali: Yeah.
Violet: Hang in there, okay? Get an IV access point and push 2 grams of tranexamic acid. I'll stabilize the skewer.
Flynn Calhoun: Saw he's bleeding from his leg pretty bad. So I used my shirt to try and tie it off. I know the carotid artery's around there somewhere.
Violet: Yeah. Yeah, that was a pretty smart move... Almost there, Ali... Almost there. All right. Let's get him on the stretcher.
Flynn Calhoun: You're doing good, Ali. Here, let me... Let me help.
Violet: Thank you. Let's lift him up.
Novak: Ready? 3, 2, 1, lift.
Violet: All right.
Novak: You slice an artery,you can bleed out real quick. He's lucky you were here.
Flynn Calhoun: I wasn't exactly sure what the right move was, but no one else stepped in, so... It's crazy how many people just walk past, you know?
Violet: Well, you didn't. And you probably saved his life. All right, we're gonna take you to the hospital now, Ali, okay? Here we go.
Novak: Lift a little. Ready, lift.
Ali: Thank you. Thank you.
Flynn Calhoun: Of course. You're gonna be all right.
Novak: We're going to debrief later about how hot he was, right?
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CMED: supplies room
Novak: So I saw you talking to Carver earlier.
Violet: Oh, no catheters.
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CMED: hallway
Novak: Look, if you don't wanna talk about it...
Violet: I told Carver about that text that I sent. I thought maybe it would help things with Tori, but I think I just made it worse.
Novak: Are you sure that's not what you wanted? Not judging. Just asking.
Violet: I'm not trying to cause problems. Seriously, I... Yeah, I wouldn't do that. But Carver and I made a pact to tell each other the truth, and it didn't feel right not saying something.
Novak: I get that. But from what I've found, sometimes it's better not to know. That's when the truth gets tricky.
Violet: Yeah.
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21 District: entrance
Kidd: Hey, Trudy.
Trudy Platt: Oh.
Kidd: Thank you for calling.
Trudy Platt: Yeah, I figured you'd want to know. Just one second. Mm-hmm. You know what that is?
Kidd: No. Should I?
Trudy Platt: Uh, we got a call from a landlord saying someone had broken into one of his empty apartments. And there was no damage, but they left behind a couple of things, including this bag and your card.
Kidd: Oh.
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Firehouse: entrance
Kidd: The police have an eye out for him. When I talked to Lisa, she said his phone is dead. But she's on a haul. She said she's turning around, and she'll be here in a couple of hours.
Severide: She have any idea what that kid was doing in the apartment?
Kidd: When I gave her the address, she got confused because that's Michael's dad's address... Or where it used to be.
Severide: What's this kid up to?
Kidd: All I know is that he was really worried about his mom.
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Firehouse: Pascal's office
Novak: Hey, uh, do you have a sec?
Pascal: Take a seat.
Novak: I think I'd better stand for this. Um... I have something that I need to confess.
Pascal: Mm-hmm.
Novak: I'm the one who broke your statue... I'm sorry.
Pascal: Do you know what that statue is? It's an award of valor.
Novak: Of course it is.
Pascal: It's probably the most valuable thing in this office.
Novak: I totally get that. And I am... I am very sorry.
Pascal: You didn't have to come forward, but you did... That shows character.
Novak: Excuse me?
Pascal: Keep at it.
Novak: Okay.
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Firehouse: bullpen
Ritter: Okay. How bad was it? Why are you smiling?
Novak: He says I have character.
Ritter: Oh. That worked out for you.
Novak: Right? Such a relief... Wow.
Ritter: I have character, too, you know.
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Firehouse: common room
Cruz: What is that smell?
Herrmann: It's the glue. Trying to waterproof these radios.
Cruz: Oh, yeah? Well, if that doesn't work out, you can always tie a string between two tin cans.
Herrmann: Ah, damn it. I keep gluing my fingers together.
Kylie: I found it.
Herrmann: You found what?
Kylie: I've spent all day going over the budget, and I discovered we're way above the mandated redundancies on a couple non-essentials.
Herrmann: Yeah?
Kylie: If we make those cuts, we might have enough for the radios. What do you think?
Herrmann: You spent all day on this? You didn't have to do that.
Kylie: Sure I did. We're in this together.
Herrmann: All right, Wall Street. Come on. Let's start moving some money around.
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Firehouse: hallway
Carver: Hey, Ritter... Ritter. Is there any way to get back deleted text messages?
Ritter: Uh, as long as it's less than 30 days.
Carver: Show me?
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Firehouse: bunk room
Carver: Damn it!
Dispatch: Truck 81, Ambulance 61, person injured. 9298 South Paulina.
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Street
Kidd: It's Maddox.
Officer: We need medics over here.
Kidd: Violet, Novak, this way... Carver, Ritter, get the stretcher.
Carver: Copy.
Officer: Okay, people, step back. Give 'em some room.
Kidd: Michael, what happened?
Ron: What happened? This lunatic took a crowbar to my building. That's what happened.
Violet: Laceration must be from the broken window glass. Let's wrap this arm and stop the bleeding.
Novak: Hey, Michael, can you sit up for us? I got you.
Michael: I... I got the wind knocked out of me when I fell.
Violet: All right, give me your arm.
Ron: That's what you get. He got what he deserved.
Kidd: Did you touch him?
Ron: When I pulled up, he was hammering away at my sign. I yelled. He wouldn't stop.
Officer: Owner says he feared for his property, so he shoved the kid away. Do you know the boy?
Kidd: Yeah. Yeah, he and his mom are friends of mine.
Michael: I was just mad, okay? I wasn't gonna hurt anyone. I just want them to leave my mom alone.
Kidd: Hey, I know.
Violet: All right, let's get him to Med.
Novak: Here we go.
Kidd: Hey, Michael. I'm gonna call your mom. I'm gonna tell her where you're going, okay?
Michael: Yeah.
Ron: What are you doing? Where's he going? You... You're not gonna put him in custody? Look what he did to my storefront!
Officer: He needs to go to the hospital.
Kidd: You are the one that's gonna get charged with assault. He's a kid.
Officer: The boy needs medical attention. I'll take your statement. Come on.
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CMED: ER
Trudy Platt: Because he's a juvie with no priors, I can get him into a program that'll keep his record clean and make sure he doesn't take a crowbar to another person's building again.
Mouch: That sounds a little ominous.
Trudy Platt: Well, I mean, it... It's not summer camp, but he'll survive it just fine.
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CMED: entrance
Lisa: Michael? Where's Michael? My 14-year-old son.
Kidd: Lisa. It's okay. He's fine. He just needed a couple stitches. He's in Trauma 1. He's good... It's okay.
Lisa: None of this is... Is like him. He's never been destructive in his life.
Kidd: I think he was just scared. He was angry, and he didn't know who to talk to.
Lisa: So, uh, his father just abandoned him.
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CMED: ER
Kidd: Michael said that his dad went to Flagstaff with his new girlfriend, but Michael still had a key to the place. He didn't wanna worry you about work. He was trying to protect you.
Lisa: I'm his mother. I should protect him.
Kidd: You're good. You're good.
Lisa: Uh, whatever you need from me, I'll do it. I'm not going back to that company... Michael... You're okay.
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Firehouse: common room
Herrmann: There she is. Aw. Hey. Attention, people! Look. Take a look at that.
Cruz: Wait, is that the...
Herrmann: Apex 8000? Yes, it is. And this baby has the IP68 water rating, programmable buttons, and advanced noise cancellation.
Tony: It's beautiful.
Herrmann: Yeah, yeah. Maybe one day, Squad will get our hand-me-downs.
Ritter: You didn't draw a line, did you?
Kylie: Nope. I followed him straight down the rabbit hole.
Ritter: I always did, too. Herrmann's the kind of boss you'd follow anywhere.
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Firehouse: Pascal's office
Severide: Lisa is going to talk, so the Department of Transportation is willing to waive her violations.
Pascal: She'll still be able to work for other trucking companies?
Severide: Yes, sir. Legit ones.
Pascal: And Maddox Trucking's rigs are all off the road?
Severide: That's right.
Pascal: Lieutenant Kidd can be a hell of a pain in the ass. But she doesn't back down, does she?
Severide: No, sir, she does not.
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Outside the firehouse
Firefighter: Any circumstance.
Violet: Hi.
Flynn Calhoun: Hey. Do you guys remember me? I was shirtless and a little panicked at the time.
Novak: That rings a bell.
Flynn Calhoun: Do you have a sec?
Novak: She does. I was just leaving.
Violet: Okay.
Flynn Calhoun: How's Ali doing?
Violet: Uh, good. He should be back to his cart in a couple of weeks, I think.
Flynn Calhoun: Good. Good. I expect free kebabs for life. I'm Flynn, by the way.
Violet: Violet.
Flynn Calhoun: I just wanted to say thank you for not embarrassing me.
Violet: Embarrassing you?
Flynn Calhoun: I was telling everyone at my office about my big save and how smart I was for tying off the carotid artery and...
Violet: Oh.
Flynn Calhoun: They pointed out the carotid's in your neck, not your leg. That's something I guess everybody in the world knows, except me.
Violet: No, you know, what matters is you put the tourniquet in the right place.
Flynn Calhoun: Well, I just started thinking I should be better prepared in case of another emergency. I mean, next week, if someone goes after the hot dog vendor, I need to be ready.
Violet: Right. So are you looking for first aid classes?
Flynn Calhoun: If you know any.
Violet: Okay, yeah, there's actually one I teach. I can send you the link. And you already know that I won't be embarrassing you in class.
Flynn Calhoun: That's... That's true. Mm-hmm.
Violet: There's also a great bar nearby if you maybe wanted to grab a drink after.
Flynn Calhoun: Ah. No maybe about it. I'm in.
Violet: All right, cool.
Flynn Calhoun: Yeah.
Violet: Give me your phone.
Flynn Calhoun: Okay.
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Carver's apartement: kitchen / living room
Tori: I decided I'm not gonna be mad about what you did... I know Violet was only trying to mess with your head.
Carver: And what were you doing when you deleted texts off my phone? Hmm?
Tori: I was trying to protect us... Sam, I only deleted that text because I knew what it was going to do to your head. And now, honestly, I'm glad that you saw it because now you know I'm right. She's just trying to get between us... Sam, I swear I'm gonna do whatever it takes to protect what we have. I promise... Because I know you better than anyone else... I always will.
