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CHICAGO FIRE - MON AMOUR (S01E02)
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Heather Darden: Okay, guys, let’s get you whatever you want, 
                             okay?
Kelly Severide: Heather.
Darden Boys: Hi Kelly!
Kelly Severide: Hey! Hey! Hey, guys. 
Heather Darden: [nervous laugh] Okay, okay, kids, let’s go in 
                             [nervous laugh].
Kelly Severide: Hey, how are you doing?
Heather Darden: I’m good, Kelly. I gotta go in.
Kelly Severide: Uh…H-H-Hey…Wait, I’ve…been meaning to come 
                           by and…
Heather Darden: Just save it, really.
Kelly Severide: Come on. Andy and I were…
Heather Darden: Stop…right there. Andy never even would have 
                             been a firefighter if it weren’t for you.
                                            [somber music]
                                   [siren wailing in the distance]
                                               cutscene
                                            [siren wailing]
Landlady: Didn’t I tell you, don’t plug nothing in? Look at this! 
                                        [indistinct chatter]
Landlady: You know what time it is?
                  But you want to play, Mr. Flamethrower, huh? What y’all 
                  lookin’ at?  
                  You better pray for him.
                                     [firetruck door shut]
Landlady: You know what, you in a world of trouble now.
Matt Casey: Smells like a grease fire.
Jose Vargas: We’ll bring the ANSULS. 
Matt Casey: Up on the roof, ready to vent, just in case.
Firefighter: Okay.
Otis Zvonecek: Ma’am.
Landlady: Kinda thick, ain’t you? 
                  Let ‘em in, idiot!
                                       [indistinct chatter]
                                    [door handle jiggling]
                                     [door kicked open]
Matt Casey: Sir, you gotta move out of here.
Joe Cruz: That’s it?
Matt Casey: Hit it!
Otis Zvonecek: Anything to piss off the engine.
                                 [fire extinguisher spraying]
Matt Casey: Come on, buddy, you gotta go.
Tenant: I can’t.
Matt Casey: I’m not asking.
Tenant: My hot plate caught on fire. My landlord will kill me. I got no 
              place to go. I can’t go! I can’t! I can’t! [pants]
                                             cutscene
Tenant: [coughs]
Matt Casey: Ma’am, is this your place?
Landlady: You damn right it is.
Matt Casey: That your microwave down in the basement?
Landlady: Oh, what of it?
Matt Casey: Frayed electric cord that started this. Place would’ve 
                      burned to the ground if not for this man. He’s a hero.
Otis Zvonecek: Sir, I just want to say, never seen a civilian act so 
                           bravely.
Landlady: Get over here. I was so worried about you.
Firefighter: Yo fool, that’s not what we taught you!
Kelly Severide: Hey! Candidate! One hand on the beam, candidate! 
                          I don’t care if you’re carrying a damn cow! Men die 
                          when they relax.
Matt Casey: Okay, Kelly. He gets it.
Kelly Severide: Yeah, he better.
Matt Casey: He’s right. One hand on the beam no matter what.
Peter Mills: Yeah, okay.
Gabby Dawson: Next Wednesday, can you…can you do my shift 
                            for me?
Leslie Shay: Yeah.
Gabby Dawson: I have a thing.
Leslie Shay: Yeah, that should be fine.
Gabby Dawson: Oh. Right. Right.
Kelly Severide: Hey.
Leslie Shay: Hey. 
Kelly Severide: I need something.
Leslie Shay: [sighs]
                     It’s the last one.
Kelly Severide: Yeah.
Leslie Shay: I mean it.
Kelly Severide: Right, it’s all good.
                                                 - Title Screen -
Otis Zvonecek: What’s with the goat?
Joe Cruz: What?
Otis Zvonecek: The Truck 81 seal, or symbol, or w-whatever it’s 
                            called, it’s a goat.
Joe Cruz: It’s a fighting goat.
Otis Zvonecek: Yeah, t-they’ve got Cerberus, the three-headed  
                           dog that guards the gates of hell. We got a 
                           friggin’ goat.
Kelly Severide: Morning.
Matt Casey: Morning.
Kelly Severide: Hey. How are the Darden kids doing? You talked to 
                          Heather at all?
Matt Casey: Uh, yeah. As good as can be expected, I suppose.  
                     You seem ‘em?
Kelly Severide: Yeah.
Matt Casey: I hear they’re coming to the barbecue.
Kelly Severide: Good.
Matt Casey: Yeah.
                                                 cutscene
                                      [knocks on doorframe]
Kelly Severide: Hey, Chief, you got a second?
Chief Boden: Sure, Kelly.
Kelly Severide: Looking for a few extra shifts this month. How’s 
                          Saturday sound?
Chief Boden: Saturday’s barbecue.
Kelly Severide: I’ve been there before.
Chief Boden: No way. Every man on deck on this one.
Kelly Severide: Chief, I could really use the cash…
Chief Boden: Ask me next month.
Kelly Severide: Okay.
                                                 cutscene
Otis Zvonecek: Hey, hey, check it out [laughs].
Joe Cruz: Oh, yeah! Best benefit all year, boys!
Jose Vargas: He’s not lying.
Mouch: We’re there when you feed us.
Joe Cruz: Hey, you know about fire fans, Peter Mills? 
Otis Zvonecek: They’re chicks who follow firemen like flies to 
                           honey.
Joe Cruz: Bees, Otis. ‘Bees to honey.’
Otis Zvonecek: Whatever, we’re still the honey.
                           Hey Lieutenant, why do we have a goat on our 
                           truck?
Matt Casey: Years ago, Truck 81’s first fire was at a goat farm in 
                      Little Italy.
Otis Zvonecek: Really?
Matt Casey: Mmhmm.
Mouch: Nah, they used to have a goat at the station, so they didn’t 
              have to mow the grass.
Otis Zvonecek: Huh. I thought that’s what candidates are for.
Joe Cruz: [snickers]
                                             [PA buzzes]
(Over PA): Smoke-eater in the house.
Otis Zvonecek: Oh, no way.
Joe Cruz: [claps]
Squad Table: [loud cheers]
Christopher Herrmann: Hey!
                                [loud cheering and clapping]
                                   [ambulance door shuts]
All: Welcome back.
Otis Zvonecek: Jeez, man.
Christopher Herrmann: They ticked a nerve in my leg. I may not 
                                         walk straight again.
Jose Vargas: Candidate, get him a chair!
                                   [chair rolling across floor]
Christopher Herrmann: Thanks, kid.
                                         Ah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a 
                                         second fellas, are any of my kids around 
                                         here? My wife or her parents?
Otis Zvonecek: No, why?
Christopher Herrmann: What the hell? I’m healed! Ah! [cheering]  
                                         I’m healed! It must have been living with  
                                         my damn in-laws that was breaking me 
                                         down!
                                         Ah! All right, I’m not that healed.
Matt Casey: You ready to get back?
Christopher Herrmann: Yeah.
Chief Boden: Glad you’re back, Herrmann. We’re a better house  
                       with you here.
Christopher Herrmann: Thanks, Chief. 
Chief Boden: Uh, later we’re going to have a white board session 
                       about what happened in the Darden incident last  
                       month. I expect you all to be there. But on another  
                       note this is Nicki Rutkowski.
Hadley: Hello…
Chief Boden: She’s going to be working with us next month,  
                       helping out with the payroll. Her father is one  
                       of my oldest friends. We were in the Navy together,  
                       so y’all just treat her like she’s your very own…sister.
Nicki Rutkowski: Thanks for having me.
Christopher Herrmann: Welcome. Don’t screw up the checks – the 
                                         first and 15th.
Nicki Rutkowski: Oh, I will. 
                                                 [laughing]
                                               [PA buzzes]
(Over PA): Accident, multiple injuries. 
Firefighter: Let’s go!
(Over PA): Squad 3, Truck 81, Engine 51, Ambulance 61.
                                    [engine revs, sirens blaring]
                                              [horns honking]
                                              [sirens shut off]
                                            [indistinct chatter]
Kelly Severide: What’s going on?
Workman 1: The foundation collapsed, and there’s three guys  
                      down in the basement hole.
Chief Boden: I’m gonna need a 2 ½ up there.
Firefighter: On it.
Kelly Severide: Let’s go.
Workman 1: It’s over here. They’re down there.
Chief Boden: Okay.
Workman 1: The whole floor collapsed. We were pouring concrete 
                      for the second and third stories and the foundation  
                      just gave way.
Chief Boden: (into radio) There’s no fire, but let’s drop the 2 ½ into 
                        the hole…from the ladder.
                       (over radio) Cruz, hurry it up!
                                          [machine revving]
Chief Boden: (over radio) Get that hose up here.
                       (into radio) There’s good. 
                       (over radio) This area may give some more so let’s 
                       move quickly.
                       (into radio) Now charge it.
                       Okay. 
                      (over radio) Okay.
Otis Zvonecek: He’s pretty banged up, but okay. I don’t think we 
                           should move him.
Matt Casey: Dawson, you down there?
Gabby Dawson: Go for Dawson.
Matt Casey: We need you up here.
Gabby Dawson: Come on. 
                                          [chatter over radio]
Chief Boden: (over radio) Shay and Dawson are on their way down.
Gabby Dawson: Oh, that’s a first.
Workman 2/Victim 1: I’m under here! I’m under here!
Matt Casey: You okay?
Workman 2/Victim 1: [grunts]
Matt Casey: Can you sit up?
Workman 2/Victim 1: Yeah. Peter’s farther down. I heard him 
                                     talking, but I couldn’t see him!
Matt Casey: Here, take him out.
                     Peter?
Peter: I knew this was gonna be a bad day. Told my wife 
            this morning I had a premonition.
Matt Casey: Are you hurt?
Peter: I can’t breathe. Can’t move.
Matt Casey: Alright, we’ll get you out.
                     I need three pike poles and a saw!
Firefighter: Right away, Lieutenant!
                                     [indistinct chatter]
Firefighter: Ready to bring him up.
Workman 3/Victim 2: [groans and grunts]
Firefighter: Alright. Watch the wood.
Matt Casey: How you doing down there, Peter?
Peter: I’ve been better.
Kelly Severide: I’m going in.
Matt Casey: It’s unstable.
Kelly Severide: Aren’t we all?
Matt Casey: (into radio) Let’s widen the hole but get ready to pull 
                      back if this debris shifts.
Firefighter: (over radio) Message received.
Peter: Not so bad, right?
Kelly Severide: It’s Peter, right? 
                          Can you move your foot?
Peter: No, I haven’t even felt it for half an hour.
Kelly Severide: [grunts]
                           How about the rest of you?
Peter: Can’t breathe too good.
           [groans and winces]
Kelly Severide: Okay, okay.
Peter: Just…just get my foot out, I’ll be fine.
Kelly Severide: Alright, we’re gonna get you out of here.
Peter: Do me one favour.
Kelly Severide: Uh, yeah? [pants]
Peter: No lies [gasps]
Kelly Severide: Fair enough, I think you’re bleeding on the inside. 
                          Your foot is the least of your problems.
                          Casey! We need this hole opened up!
Matt Casey: On it. Go, Cruz. 
                                              [saw buzzing]
Kelly Severide: Hang on, we’ll get you back to your wife in no time.
Peter: Yeah, sure. 
Kelly Severide: You saying I got a bad poker face?
Peter: I’m saying I’d be all-in on that one. 
Kelly Severide: Well, you’re breathing and talking, so that’s good.
                              [structure rumbling and crumbling]
Matt Casey: Hold on!
                                          [indistinct chatter]
Matt Casey: Severide?
Kelly Severide: Yeah, fine! Get Dawson over here!
Matt Casey: Dawson!
Gabby Dawson: Here.
Kelly Severide: His lower leg is trapped. There’s internal bleeding.
Gabby Dawson: There’s no way to release it?
Kelly Severide: No.
Peter: Other than that, everything’s peachy.
Gabby Dawson: Alright, I’ll call for a trauma surgeon.
Kelly Severide: Hey, how long?
Gabby Dawson: I don’t know.
Peter: And what would a trauma surgeon do that you couldn’t? 
Kelly Severide: Take off your foot.
Gabby Dawson: This is Ambulance 61 on Med Channel 5.
Channel 5: Go ambulance 61.
Gabby Dawson: We need a trauma surgeon for a possible 
                            amputation. 
Firefighter: Easy, easy.
Workman 2/Victim 1: [groans]
Channel 5: Copy that, 61. Stand by while I shift to trauma. 
                                        [indistinct chatter]
Firefighter: Okay, pull him up.
Firefighter: Got him.
Peter: What’s your name?
Kelly Severide: Severide, Kelly. Everyone pretty much calls me 
                          Severide.
Peter: Kelly. You married, Kelly? 
Kelly Severide: No.
Peter: Don’t wait too long. My wife’s name is Georgie. Her dad 
           wanted a boy, but he kept getting girls. 
Kelly Severide: [chuckles] There was a barbershop on my street 
                          named Harris and Sons. Mr. Harris named it when 
                          his wife was pregnant with their first; ended up 
                          having five girls [laughs]
Peter: [chuckle turns into a coughing fit]
Kelly Severide: Alright, easy.
                                           [indistinct chatter]
Leslie Shay: Severide, find a vein and get this saline into him.
Kelly Severide: How long on the surgeon?
Leslie Shay: 15 minutes.
Peter: Kelly? 
Kelly Severide: Yeah?
Peter: We don’t have time for a surgeon. You’re gonna have to do  
           it. Take off the foot [pants]. Get me out of here, get me home. 
Kelly Severide: Tell that surgeon to hurry the hell up! 
Gabby Dawson: (into radio) Chopper him here if you have to!
Channel 5: Negative, 61. Your trauma surgeon’s already enroute. 
                         [structure rumbling and crumbling]
Kelly Severide: You alright?
Peter: [coughs]
Matt Casey: Severide, we need to pull back. It’s gonna give.
Peter: He’s right. Go.
Kelly Severide: Casey, I need a Sawzall!
Matt Casey: Mills, lower me a Sawzall.
Peter: Uh…[whimpers]
Kelly Severide: Hey, Peter.
Peter: Yeah, I’m st…still with you, Kelly. 
Kelly Severide: Tell me about Georgie.
Peter: [chuckles] I…I married above my head. 
Kelly Severide: [small chuckle]
Peter: Been playing catch-up ever since. 
Kelly Severide: Do you have any children.
Peter: No, w-we tried.
Matt Casey: Severide
Peter: [coughs]
                                           [saw whirrs]
Peter: Kelly? 
Kelly Severide: Yeah?
Peter: [breathing heavily] You got a phone?
                                           [siren wailing]
(Over Radio): 61, your trauma surgeon’s on scene. 
Leslie Shay: Dawson, here’s here!
Gabby Dawson: Trauma surgeon’s on his way down.
Kelly Severide: It’s a recovery now.
                                          [somber music]
                                               cutscene
                                     [firetruck door shuts]
Christopher Herrmann: Dawson, Shay! Get over here. We got 
                                        something for you.
                                        Come on, let’s go. Bring it out, open it up 
                                        [humming]
Leslie Shay: Ohhh.
                     Wow! 
Christopher Herrmann: Hey!
                                         [awing and cooing]
Christopher Herrmann: They obviously got their artistic talent from
                                         their mother.
Leslie Shay: That’s so lovely!
Christopher Herrmann: Hey, you guys, these are the ladies that 
                                        saved my life.
                                        Come on, give ‘em a clap.
                                                [clapping]
Christopher Herrmann: Yeah, yeah!
                                               [cheering]
Leslie Shay: Thank you, guys!
                      Thank you.
                                      [clapping continues]
Christopher Herrmann: There you go.
                                               cutscene
Otis Zvonecek: All I’m just saying is, I’m more than happy to  
                          design a new seal more reflective of the truck   
                          we are. Anything besides a goat.
Christopher Herrmann: What’s he on about?
Matt Casey: He doesn’t like our crest.
Christopher Herrmann: I love that goat. That goat’s all about  
                                        reversing the curse.
Peter Mills: What curse?
Christopher Herrmann: The cubs. A goat owner cursed ‘em once,  
                                        which is why they always suck. Everyone 
                                        knows that.
Otis Zvonecek: So we have a cursed crest?
Christopher Herrmann: How the hell should I know? Leave it 
                                        alone. The goat rocks!
Otis Zvonecek: Of course you would think that.
                                            [phone ringing]
Phone Operator: Please leave a message after the tone…[beep]
Kelly Severide: Uh…[sighs]
Chief Boden: Okay. They’re good guys. 
                       Kelly. 
                       After you.
District Chief Walker: Darden was entering the attic window here,  
                                     while squad 3 was conducting first floor   
                                     search rescue here. Fire started in the   
                                     basement, spread up into the kitchen. Now,   
                                     we all know fire is in a constant hunt for   
                                     oxygen. It’s why we cut our vent point away   
                                     from our entry point. No vent, and the fire’s  
                                     comin’ after us. What started in the  
                                     basement, now is looking for a way out. 
                                                        [flashback]
District Chief Walker: A larger vent cut in the back of the house,  
                                     and the fire  would have made it upstairs.
Chief Boden: Kelly.
                                                     cutscene
                                       [indistinct chatter over radio]
Otis Zvonecek: Oh, candidate, dress blues to the barbecue.
Peter Mills: Really?
Joe Cruz: The commissioner’s gonna be there, along with half the  
                  deputies and most of the chiefs. It’s a big deal.
Otis Zvonecek: Yeah, they cracked Herrmann last year for 
                            forgetting his cap.
Joe Cruz: Go back and read the poster. Full dress blues. 
                                                     cutscene
                               [car drives by and comes to a stop]
Hallie Thomas: Double crown moulding? No expense spared on 
                          that.
Matt Casey: Yeah, well, it’s getting there.
Hallie Thomas: You’re never gonna want to leave.
Matt Casey: All depends on what the offer is.
                     So what’s up? 
Hallie Thomson: I said I would bring a dessert to the barbecue. I  
                             understand if you don’t want me to go.
Matt Casey: No, you should come. We should go together.
Hallie Thomson: You sure?
Matt Casey: Yeah. Heather Darden’s bringing the boys. 
Hallie Thomson: Well, good. This will be fun.
Matt Casey: I’ll pick you up at 2.
Hallie Thomas: Okay. 
                                            [engine drives off]
                                                  cutscene
Leslie Shay: There’s Willie, our favourite doorman!
                      Willie!
Doorman (Willie): Hey ladies!
Gabby Dawson: Willie! Hey!
Leslie Shay: Ah. I should flash him next time. Love that guy.
Gabby Dawson: Unprofessional.
(Over radio): Ambulance 61, battery, 71 West Superior.
Leslie Shay: (into radio) Ambulance 61, responding.
                                          [sirens blaring]
Leslie Shay: Alright, alright, give us some room. Give us some 
                     room. Come on.
                                       [indistinct chatter]
Drunk Man: I just…I’ll sue everyone. [indistinct ramblings] You go  
                     home. Just back. Go back to wherever you…
Leslie Shay: Uh, huh.
Drunk Man: [slurs]…wherever you came from. I’m not…
Gabby Dawson: You got a nasty cut there.
Drunk Man: Eh, get your hands off me!
Gabby Dawson: Hey, we’re with the CFD, sir, here to fix you up.
Drunk Man: Fix me up? No! No, it’s these Irish inbreeds you   
                     should be fixing up. I’ve got four brothers, and 
                     they’re both…
Leslie Shay: Ugh!
Drunk Man: They’re…both of them are gonna…they’re gonna own 
                     this place.
Leslie Shay: Hey, what happened here? 
Bartender: No one here saw anything.
Drunk Man: It’s called a black and tan!
Bartender: It’s called a half and half, you moron!
Drunk Man: Ireland sucks! 
                     [singing] God save our gracious queen. Long live our 
                     n…
Someone from crowd: Oh shut up, you tosser!
                          [indistinct shouting and glass smashing]
Gabby Dawson: Let’s…let’s move him now, alright?
                             Alright, come on.
Drunk Man: [singing] God save the queen.
Gabby Dawson: Yup, we’re going. Let’s go.
Someone from crowd: Shut your mouth!
Bartender: Piss off!
Leslie Shay: Let’s go! Move over!
Gabby Dawson: Move. Move, guys.
Bartender: Don’t come back!
Someone from crowd: Piss off!
Someone from crowd: Get out of here.
                                       [siren wailing]
Leslie Shay: Oh come on!
Gabby Dawson: Come on!
Drunk Man: Alright, okay, I’m…
Patrol Officer 1: We got this.
Leslie Shay: Thank God. Have fun in there.
Drunk Man: [singing] O Lord our God…
Gabby Dawson: You gotta give it a rest and hold still, sir!
Drunk Man: Black and tan. Black and tan. Black and tan. Bl…
                     Hello, sweet cheeks.
Gabby Dawson: [yelps] Hey! Get your hands off me!
Leslie Shay: Whoa! Whoa! 
Drunk Man: [snores]
Leslie Shay: So you’re gonna bring that doctor to the barbecue?
Gabby Dawson: Uh, I don’t know.
Leslie Shay: Honestly, not every decision has to be an act of  
                     congress. Just keep it simple.
Gabby Dawson: Yeah.
Leslie Shay: Oh, did you hear about Hallie and Casey?
Gabby Dawson: What? What?
Leslie Shay: Whoa!
Gabby Dawson: Stop it. Tell me. What is it?
Leslie Shay: Nothing, just some rumours running around that, uh, 
                      that maybe they’re splitting up. He’s moved out.
Gabby Dawson: What? No, really?
Leslie Shay: It’s just what I’ve heard.
                      Okay, what do you think?
Gabby Dawson: Nice work.
                                            [giggling]
                                            cutscene
                                            [giggling]
Nurse: Wow [snorts], where’d you find this one?
Drunk Man: [snores]
Leslie Shay: Dawson was actually making out with him and, uh, he  
                     fainted and bumped his head.
Gabby Dawson: When he wakes up, tell him I said thanks for a 
                            great time.
Nurse: Uh, huh. Alright.
Hallie Thomas: Ladies.
Leslie Shay: Speak for yourself.
Gabby Dawson: Hey, Hallie.
Hallie Thomas: You guys going to the barbecue?
Leslie Shay: Wouldn’t miss it.
Hallie Thomas: Matt and I are bringing his aunt’s famous   
                           brownies. At least she always tells me 
                           they’re famous. I will see you there.
Gabby Dawson: Nice intel. 
                            Thanks.
Leslie Shay: Sorry.
Dr. Mike: Gabby.
Gabby Dawson: Mike, hi.
Dr. Mike: Hey.
Gabby Dawson: Hi.
Dr. Mike: How are you?
Gabby Dawson: I’m…good. 
Dr. Mike: Yeah?
Gabby Dawson: Good. 
Dr. Mike: Good.
Gabby Dawson: Hey, uh, say, what are you doing on Saturday?
                                                Cutscene
                                                 [music]
Christopher Herrmann: Hey! Lee Henry! I’m not gonna tell you  
                                        again! Put the stick down before I beat 
                                        you with it!
Vargas, Cruz & Otis: Whoa, whoa, whoa! What was that?
Jose Vargas: Take it easy.
Christopher Herrmann: You gotta be fair but firm.
Joe Cruz: [chuckles]
Jose Vargas: Okay. 
Christopher Herrmann: Yeah!
Otis, Cruz, Mouch, Vargas, Herrmann: Hoh, oh. Oh, ho, hoh! 
                                                                 [clapping] Yes! 
Jose Vargas: Nice!
                                                [cheering]
Joe Cruz: Fabulous!
Peter Mills: Howdy.
Otis Zvonecek: When’s the parade, candidate?
Peter Mills: Ha ha, that’s a good one. Good one, Otis.
Joe Cruz: Hey! You, uh, taking collections for the salvation army?
                                               [laughing]
Christopher Herrmann: Got ice cream?
Peter Mills: That’s original. That’s really good.
Brunette: Excuse me, are you the captain?
Otis Zvonecek: Well, no, miss. He’s actually the commissioner.
Peter Mills: No, no, no, no I’m not.
Brunette: Really?
Otis Zvonecek: No, Yeah, yeah he is. He’s the youngest one in 
                           Chicago history.
Brunette: Wow.
Otis Zvonecek: Go show her where the beer cooler is, 
                          commissioner.
Brunette: I’d like that.
Peter Mills: Alright.
                    Right this way.
Christopher Herrmann: Wow.
Otis Zvonecek: What?
Joe Cruz: So you’re his wingman now?
Otis Zvonecek: Karma.
Hadley: [laughing] He’s sitting there [laughing]…with a napkin on   
              his face sticking his tongue through it, and I’m like,  
              “dude, you are my favourite 12-year-old.”
                                          [laughing]
Capp: Who would do that?
Hadley: What’s up with you?
Kelly Severide: Nothing. All good.
Otis Zvonecek: [sighs] [whistles]
Christopher Herrmann: Oh, you and her? 
Otis Zvonecek: Mmhmm.
Christopher Herrmann: No chance.
Otis Zvonecek: Up yours.
Leslie Shay: Hey Corrinne. 
                                             [laughing]
Otis Zvonecek: [exasperated sigh]
Chief Boden: If anybody does anything, okay?
Nicki Rutkowski: You got it.
Chief Boden: Yeah? You sure?
Nicki Rutkowski: I promise.
Chief Boden: Huh, I don’t trust these guys.
                                 [children in the background]
Matt Casey: Mind if we squeeze in?
Gabby Dawson: Hmm…Of course.
Leslie Shay: Hey, guys. Um, this is Corrinne. She just moved here
                     from um... [snaps fingers] 
Corrinne: Alabama.
Matt Casey: Nice to meet you [chuckles]
Leslie Shay: I knew it.
Hallie Thomas: So, I think I saw the result of some of your work 
                          yesterday. 
Gabby Dawson: Ohh.
Dr. Mike: T-The lipstick? And the fingernails? That was you guys?
Leslie Shay: Yeah, well Dawson got her ass squeezed by a drunken 
                      Englishman [giggles]
Dr. Milk: Ooh.
Matt Casey: You gotta quit flirting with your patients.
Gabby Dawson: So we prettied him up a little.
Corrinne: So not something you learn in med school, I take it?
Leslie Shay: We’re paramedics so we don’t go to fancy med 
                      school. 
                      Although…
Hallie Thomas: What? 
Gabby Dawson: Uh, been taking some pre-med classes.
Dr. Mike: Really?
Hallie Thomas: That’s great. 
Gabby Dawson: Yeah, I mean, you know it’s a…it’s a long way off.
Hallie Thomas: Hey, any time you wanna walk a shift with me, say 
                          the word.
Gabby Dawson: That sounds great.
Hallie Thomas: Anytime.
Dr. Mike: Or with me.
Matt Casey: Hey Heather’s here, let’s go say hello.
Darden boys: Hey Matt!
Matt Casey: What’s going on? Good to see you, buddy.
Heather Darden: I just…it’s hard on Ben and Griffin. They’re afraid  
                             the kids are gonna treat ‘em differently.
Matt Casey: Come on, squirt, we’re gonna play some football.
Heather Darden: I’m gonna get a beer. 
                            [Matt murmuring excitedly with the kids]
Kelly Severide: Andy loved being a firefighter. It was our dream 
                           since we were kids.
Heather Darden: He worshipped you. You sure it wasn’t just your 
                             dream?
Nicki Rutkowski: Well, he protects Chicago and serves the beer?
Kelly Severide: For right now, sure.
Nicki Rutkowski: I’m Nicki.
                                          [bottle opening]
Nicki Rutkowski: Thanks. 
Kelly Severide: Yeah.
Nicki Rutkowski: How long you been a firefighter?
Kelly Severide: Since the day I was born.
Nicki Rutkowski: [giggles]
Kelly Severide: Look, I gotta run, Nicki.
                                          [bottles clinking]
Nicki Rutkowski: Cheers.
Gabby Dawson: That was really nice. You’re really nice. 
Matt Casey: [chuckles] 
Gabby Dawson: [chuckles]
Matt Casey: Kids are stronger than we think.
Hallie Thomas: Yeah. 
Matt Casey: So what’s up with the new doctor?
Gabby Dawson: Who? Mike? 
Matt Casey: Yeah.
Gabby Dawson: Oh. I don’t know, not much. Just keeping things 
                            simple.
                                               cutscene
                                      [knocking on door]
                      [door opens, tv playing in background]
Nicki Rutkowski: You, um, you left your jacket.
Kelly Severide: Thanks.
                           Mm…Not a good time for this.
Nicki Rutkowski: Do you always do what your chief tells you to do?
Kelly Severide: Trust me, this isn’t because of the chief.
Nicki Rutkowski: Is there somebody else in there?
Kelly Severide: Just the cubs.
Nicki Rutkowski: If you change your mind, you know where to find 
                             me.
                                               [door shuts]
                                                cutscene
Corrinne: Have a good day.
Kelly Severide: Yeah, you too.
Corrinne: Bye.
Leslie Shay: Bye, sweetie.
                                            [kissing sounds]
Leslie Shay: See you.
                      Hi.
Kelly Severide: Morning.
Leslie Shay: Did you eat my yogurt?
Kelly Severide: I didn’t touch your yogurt.
Leslie Shay: Was good seeing Heather yesterday.
Kelly Severide: Yeah, yeah it was.
                                                 cutscene
Chief Boden: So if there is nothing else…
Otis Zvonecek: Chief?
Chief Boden: Yes, Brian?
Otis Zvonecek: I was wondering what the proper protocol would 
                           be for designing a new crest for the truck.
                           It’s just, sir, Engine’s got a camel, which I get, and  
                           Squad has got a badass three-headed dog, which
                           I get, and we have a goat, sir.
Chief Boden: Named after Billy “goat” Bukanski, first chief of  
                       Firehouse 51 and a mentor to me.
Otis Zvonecek: Just forget I said anything [clears throat]
Chief Boden: That it?
Otis Zvonecek: Yes, sir.
Chief Boden: Then y’all do good work out there.
Matt Casey: That true about the crest?
Chief Boden: [scoffs]
                                                  cutscene
Kelly Severide: So if you would, please give me a call back so we  
                          could arrange a time to talk. Thanks.
Capp: You want a smoke break?
Kelly Severide: You mean you wanna bum a cigar off me?
Capp: If you’re offering.
Hadley: If you insist.
Capp: Thank you.
                                                  cutscene
Leslie Shay: How was Mike?
Gabby Dawson: [chuckles] You know when you…when you have a 
                            sundae and it’s loaded up with hot fudge, and  
                            whipped cream, and ice cream, and a cherry on 
                            top?
Leslie Shay: Yeah?
Gabby Dawson: He’s the spoon.
Leslie Shay: Hey, can’t eat without a spoon.
Gabby Dawson: [scoffs]
Leslie Shay: What’s the latest with your union file?
Gabby Dawson: Um, I don’t know. I’m ignoring it. Works for 
                            everything else.
                                                   [PA buzzes]
(Over PA): Accident, 501 North Wabash. Truck 81, Ambulance 61, 
                  Squad 3.
Leslie Shay: Can’t ignore this.
                                               [sirens wailing]
                                              [horns honking]
                                   [indistinct chatter over radio]
Man: Watch out!
                             [crashing, glass smashing to ground]
                                                  [yelling]
Matt Casey: Get everyone back and seal it off!
Mouch: Good lord.
Firefighters: Move it back. Back! Back!
                      Stuff’s falling! Move back!
                      Come on, move, move, move. Come on, come on, 
                     back guys.
                                            [car door rattling]
Girl 1: Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God.
Matt Casey: Ma’am?
Kelly Severide: Capp! Hadley! Driver’s side. Start there.
Hadley: Yeah.
Girl 1: My friend. My friend, Cameron! 
Matt Casey: Where is she?
Girl 1: She’s right next to me. I…I can’t see her. Cam!
                                           [jaws buzzing]
Kelly Severide: Get back!
                                            [car smashes]
                                               [screams]
                                           [sirens wailing]
                                          [car door shuts]
Mouch: Passenger trapped, conscious, but we had to pull back  
              because stuff’s still falling.
Capp: That driver’s door is jammed up tight.
Chief Boden: Okay, Capp, Hadley on the k-12, you cut the top  
                        hinge. Severide, you work the jaws from the bottom  
                        edge. The moment that hinge pops, you wedge that  
                        door open. Casey, Mouch, collar the girl, get her on 
                        a board. Let’s go.
                                      [k-12 and jaws sputter]
                                           [buzzing stops]
Matt Casey: Stay forward for me.
                      Uh. Yep. Go. 
                      Grab the end, Mills.
                      Lean up. Lean up [groans]
                      Come down for me.
                      Watch your head.
Chief Boden: Move her out now!
                                            [glass smashing]
                                                [screaming]
Gabby Dawson: You’re okay, sweetie. You’re fine. You’re in good 
                            hands.
Girl 1: I just dropped my phone, so we pulled over and… 
            [whimpers] Please, is Cameron okay? Is she okay? 
Gabby Dawson: I’m not sure, honey. Let’s just concentrate on you 
                            right now, okay?
Patrol Officer 2: Ma’am, please!
Lady 1: My daughter. My daughter was in that car. Is she okay?
Matt Casey: I don’t know. They’re doing what they can.
Lady 1: Her name is Julie.
Matt Casey: I really don’t know.
Lady 1: She has blonde hair.
Matt Casey: She’s okay, she’s right over there.
Lady 1: Julie! That’s my daughter!
Jose Vargas: [sighs] Good thing she didn’t say red hair.
Lady 1: It’s okay.
                                               cutscene
                                           [phone ringing]
Kelly Severide: Hello?
                          Yeah.
                          Yeah, sure. I-If that’s good for you, I’ll be there.
                          Yeah. 
                          Okay.
                                                 cutscene
Matt Casey: Hey.
Hallie Thomas: Hey.
Matt Casey: How was your shift?
Hallie Thomas: What do you always say to me? “Fine. Typical.”
Matt Casey: Uh…I’ve been thinking.
Hallie Thomas: Uh, oh.
Matt Casey: No, nothing like that.
Hallie Thomas: What is it?
Matt Casey: Today, one girl died, and another lived because one  
                      decides to drive and the other gets in the passenger 
                      seat. 
                      I moved out because we spent the last year   
                      constantly debating your career versus my 
                      expectations of a family. 
                      What if we simplify things? Start fresh? Just put it all  
                      aside. Live everyday like it could be the last. 
                      I’m saying I wanna be with you.
                                               [slow music]
                                            [gentle laughter]
                                                cutscene
                                         [background music]
Mouch: Alabama?
Corrinne: Alabama. 
Mouch: Gulf coast. The catfish regatta.
Corrinne: [gasps]
Mouch: Right?
Corrinne: Yes! 
Mouch: Take her.
Corrinne: [giggles]
Gabby Dawson: [indistinct mumbling] He’s, like, wearing this…
                            this…this cape [laughs]
                                                 [laughter]
Gabby Dawson: And he looked like a fool… [indistinct mumbling]
Peter Mills: Yo!
All: Hey!
Peter Mills: What’s up, what’s up!
Joe Cruz: There you go. One, two.
Hallie Thomas: Thank you.
Joe Cruz: Absolutely.
Hallie Thomas: Whoop!
                                        [glass clinking]
Hallie Thomas: Cheers.
All: Cheers.
Joe Cruz: Holy smokes. 
Hallie Thomas: That’s all you got? 
Joe Cruz: Another round for the lady, huh?
                                  [cheering and laughter]
Gabby Dawson: It’s great to see you guys. 
Hallie Thomas: It’s great to be here.
                          You thought about doing rounds with me? 
Gabby Dawson: Uh, a-are you sure it’s not too much trouble?
Hallie Thomas: Are you kidding? I’d love it. You’re already doing 
                          half the procedures we do.
Gabby Dawson: [chuckles] That’s doubtful.
Hallie Thomas: Hey, you’re gonna be a great doctor, trust me. You 
                          have more experience than half of these Ivy league 
                          clowns.
Gabby Dawson: [chuckles]
Matt Casey: Hey, this rounds on me.
                                         [collective cheering]
Otis Zvonecek: Put three more on.
Peter Mills: What the hell are you doing?
Otis Zvonecek: What can I say? Uniform thing works.
                                                [laughter]
Lady 2 & 3: Where are the girls though? 
Christopher Herrmann: How does that…
Peter Mills: Damn.
                    Cheers to that.
Otis Zvonecek: Bye, guys.
                                           [indistinct chatter]
Joe Cruz: Hey! Last to arrive! Perfect timing my boys! There we are.
Man: What’s up, gents?
Jose Vargas: Where’s Severide?
                                               cutscene
                                        [knocks on door]
[Video recording…]
Peter: Is the blood off? I don’t want her to see the blood.
Kelly: Yeah. Here. 
           There. You’re good.
Peter: And my hair? I should have got it cut.
Kelly: [chuckles] Your hair…your hair looks fine.
           It looks fine from here. 
Peter: Yeah [heavy breathing]
            Georgie, my love. God, I wish I were better at this.
[End of video recording...]
Georgie: Oh my God.
[Video recording…]
Peter: I made a lot of promises to you over the years. Some were  
           harder to keep [panting]. I promised you [gasping]…a house  
           in Provence. I’m sorry we never made it there. You worked   
           so hard on that French, but any promise…that I ever made   
           about you…about how you were…the final piece to my   
           puzzle, those I kept till today. Every day. I know…   
           I know what you’re thinking about Kelly here, ‘cause I   
           thought it too. He’s exactly the son that I pictured for us.     
           And if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have had this chance 
           to say goodbye. Oh my love…
[End of video recording]
Georgie: [sniffles]
[Video recording…]
Peter: Do you remember how I made you promise me that you’d 
           let me die before you? [gasping] Well, thank you, my love.  
           Because I couldn’t live a day in this world without you…
           Georgie.
[End of video recording...]
Georgie: [sniffles]
                Mon amour. 
                Thank you [sobs]
                                              [somber music]
                                                    - end -
Definitions:
ANSUL = sophisticated method of extinguishing fires.
 K-12 = Fire/Rescue saw. It can be used for forcible entry, ventilation, USAR (Urban Search and Rescue – technical rescue operation that involves the location, extrication, and initial medical stabilisation of victims trapped in an urban area, namely structural collapse due to natural disasters, mines and collapsed trenches), RIC (Rapid Intervention Crew - team of two or more firefighters dedicated solely to the search and rescue of other firefighters in distress), and vehicle extrication.
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