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CHICAGO FIRE – VIRAL (S01E16)

[keys clinking]

Matt Casey: Thanks, mom.

Nancy Casey: Matt…

Matt Casey: I’ll see you tomorrow morning. We can… talk then.

Nancy Casey: Oh, oh, oh, jeez.

Matt Casey: Mom, why are you hiding from your parole officer?

Nancy Casey: [sighs] I went out last night. If she tests me, I won’t

pass. Just please get rid of her

Matt Casey: [stammers]

[sharp knocks at door]

Matt Casey: Ms. Kendrick.

Lady 1 (Kendrick): Hi, Matt. I’m here to check in on Nancy.

Matt Casey: Yeah, you just missed her. She’s out for a walk.

Lady 1 (Kendrick): I can wait.

Matt Casey: Um, my shift is about to start.

Lady 1 (Kendrick): Fine. Try later.

Matt Casey: Thank you.

cutscene

Clarice: Leslie.

Leslie Shay: Ms. Larocque, so sorry. This is just how it is when I’m

�� on shift. My apologies.

Clarice: Um, look…

[kissing sound]

Clarice: Daniel’s rejected her offer. He wants full custody.

Leslie Shay: I thought you said he’d take the deal.

Lady 2 (Ms. Larocque): It was a good deal, but the father has a

strong case.

Leslie Shay: Does he?

Lady 2 (Ms. Larocque): Let’s look at it from his lawyer’s

perspective. We’ve got a switch-hitter

who married a man, conceived a child

with him, then left him, and took the

child to go live with her former lesbian

lover, a woman with a time-

consuming and very hazardous

occupation.

Leslie Shay: Oh, come on.

Lady 2 (Ms. Larocque): I’m just looking for ways to normalise this

scenario as much as possible.

Leslie Shay: Normalise?

Lady 2 (Ms. Larocque): For instance, you two shacking up with a

skirt-chasing firefighter is not helping our

cause.

Clarice: I-I was just trying to tell her how Kelly has been so helpful.

Lady 2 (Ms. Larocque): Ladies, you want me to convince a judge

that you’re serious about being a family?

Then you need to get Clarice and this

baby into a warm, loving, nurturing, and

yes, normal home.

Clarice: [sighs]

Leslie Shay: Okay. We’ll get our own place.

[station alert buzzes & blares]

[siren wails and horn honks]

Chief Boden: (over radio) All companies be aware, we have a

lightweight truss construction heavy structure fire

Victim 1: I can’t get down the stairs. It’s too hot.

Chief Boden: All companies, third-floor rescue. Casey, get me two

ladders.

Matt Casey: Got it.

[indistinct chatter]

Matt Casey: Keep it flowing. Herrmann, Mills, Cruz, up the second

ladder

[grunts]

Gotcha.

Peter Mills: Come on, I got you, man. All right?

You’re doing good, man.

Victim 2 (Girl/Child): [coughs]

Leslie Shay: That’s it sweetheart.

Peter Mills: Good job, man.

Victim 1 (Dad): [coughing]

Peter Mills: Okay?

Victim 1 (Dad): Yeah.

Victim 2 (Girl/Child): What about Hudson? You have to get him.

Victim 1 (Man): The dog.

Victim 2 (Girl/Child): Hudson! Hudson!

Matt Casey: Cruz!

Mouch: Stay put, Cruz.

Joe Cruz: Wait a minute! I can hear him.

Come here, boy!

Chief Boden: Cruz, get out of there!

Matt Casey: Cruz! Cruz!

Joe Cruz: [grunts]

Hudson!

Where are you, boy?

[dog barking]

[creaking]

[dog barking]

Christopher Herrmann: Come here, come on.

Joe Cruz: Aah!

Matt Casey: (into radio) Man down! (over radio) Man down!

Mouch: I’m going.

[Pass alarm beeping] - title -

[pass alarm beeping]

Matt Casey: Cruz, call out!

Cruz!

[beeping continues]

Matt Casey: Hey, Cruz.

Cruz!

Mouch: You okay, buddy?

Joe Cruz: Uh, yeah, yeah, I think so.

Matt Casey: All right. We got to move.

Joe Cruz: [groans]

[creaking]

[indistinct shouting]

Matt Casey: Mouch!

Joe Cruz: Mouch! Mouch! Mouch!

Mouch: I’m okay.

Joe Cruz: Mouch!

Matt Casey: This way! Watch your feet!

Joe Cruz: Watch your feet! Gotcha!

Let’s go!

Mouch: [panting]

[indistinct background chatter]

Gabby Dawson: Mouch, you okay?

Mouch: Yeah.

Joe Cruz: Are you sure, man? Let ‘em check you out.

Mouch: I’m fine.

Gabby Dawson: Hey, Casey, how about you? You all right?

Matt Casey: Yeah.

Leslie Shay: You got a second-degree burn here.

Chief Boden: Take him to the hospital.

Joe Cruz: It’s nothing, Chief.

Chief Boden: Take him to the hospital.

Victim 2 (Girl/Child): You okay? Good boy.

Christopher Herrmann: Cruz is out of control.

cutscene

[dog growling]

[back up beeping]

Kelly Severide: Hey, Whaley, any new updates on Renee?

Eric Whaley: She’s okay physically. They’re going to keep her on a

72-hour hold.

Psychiatric observation.

Kelly Severide: Did you talk to her?

Eric Whaley: She wouldn’t see me.

I, uh, I don’t know what to do.

cutscene

Matt Casey: Thank you.

Gabby Dawson: Hey.

Matt Casey: Hey.

Gabby Dawson: How long are you going to freeze me out?

Matt Casey: I’m not freezing you out.

I gotta talk to Boden.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, sure.

Matt Casey: Cruz is still in the ER. He’s telling doctors he wants to

come back and finish his shift.

Chief Boden: Did you happen to notice if Cruz’s bunker gear had a

cape sewn into it?

Matt Casey: No, Chief. It definitely does not.

Chief Boden: Then please dissuade your man of the notion that he

is invincible.

Matt Casey: Sure.

Otis Zvonecek: (recording) And that’s how our fellow firefighter was

saved today.

56 hits in less than an hour. Just tell me this thing’s

not going to go viral.

Gabby Dawson: Glad to see Mouch’s near-death experience can

help drive traffic to your podcast.

Otis Zvonecek: The whole point of the podcast is to show people

what we really do.

Christopher Herrmann: You’re supposed to be looking up how-to

videos on taping drywall.

Otis Zvonecek: All right.

Christopher Herrmann: We got to get back to fixing up the

Bombadier, all right. We’re behind

schedule.

Gabby Dawson: Oh, stop calling it the Bombadier. That name has

poisoned the well with the locals. We gotta…

re-christen it something else.

Otis Zvonecek: May I propose… Moustache Pete’s?

Gabby Dawson: No, you may not. We need something simple.

A single, evocative word like, uh, Solstice or

Perception or uh…

Otis Zvonecek: Pretentious? Or we could call it something fun like

Moustache Pete’s.

Christopher Herrmann: You can name it ‘out of business’ if we

don’t get back on schedule.

Otis Zvonecek: Okay, okay, here we go. How to tape drywall, part 1

of… 15.

Gee, you know who I bet’s really good at drywall?

Casey. Too bad somebody got on his bad side by

fraternising with one Detective Voight.

Leslie Shay: Hey, uh, listen, I need…

Kelly Severide: Hey, have I thanked you lately for opening your trap

about Renee? Because she’s currently in a psych

ward.

Leslie Shay: Kelly, she needs help. How fun do you think this is for

her?

Kelly Severide: Yeah. What did you want to talk about?

[station alert buzzes & blares]

(Over PA): Ambulance 61…

Leslie Shay: Tell you later.

(Over PA): Person down, Michigan and Upper Wacker.

Kelly Severide: [sighs]

cutscene

Matt Casey: Hey, Christie.

[door closes]

Matt Casey: I have a new proposal regarding mom. Give me a call

when you can. Bye.

Hey, Mouch. You okay?

Mouch: I came to you a while back, about Cruz… how there’s

something off about him, and you told me to shut up.

Matt Casey: In so many words, I guess.

Mouch: So are you still in charge of our truck, or do I have to go

around you and talk to Boden?

cutscene

[ambo door closes]

Gabby Dawson: Watching you and Kelly move back in and out of

that place is like watching a ping-pong match.

Leslie Shay: [chuckles] I know, I get it. I just hope he understands.

Lady 3 (Good Samaritan): I tried to get him to come inside a store,

but he won’t move.

Gabby Dawson: Hey, it’s too cold for you to be out here, hun.

What’s your name?

Man 1: Mick.

Gabby Dawson: Mick, can you stand up?

You think you can walk over to that ambulance?

Leslie Shay: Come on, Mick.

Gabby Dawson: Oh, yeah. We got you.

Whoa, 70 over 50. What are you on?

Man 1 (Mick): [grunts]

Gabby Dawson: [chuckles] Okay, fine. It looks like you might be

suffering from exposure, so we’re going to get

you to the hospital, all right?

Man 1 (Mick): No.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah.

Leslie Shay: It’s nice and warm at the hospital, Mick. You’ll like it.

Lots of pretty nurses.

Man 1 (Mick): Prettier than you two?

Leslie Shay: Come on, be realistic.

Gabby Dawson: Hey. Don’t worry about Severide. He’ll totally

understand why you need to move out.

Leslie Shay: I know, it’s just… after all the drama, it just sucks

having a lawyer make decisions about your living

situation.

Okay, Mick, just a little pinch.

Man 1 (Mick): [grunts]

Leslie Shay: Ahh! [pants]

[curtains drawing]

ER Doctor: We’ll keep trying to convince him to consent to a blood

draw, but we can’t force him to. And unless he does,

we can only guess at what transmittable diseases he’s

carrying.

Gabby Dawson: And judging from this cocktail of antivirals, you

must think this guy’s a walking petri dish.

ER Doctor: Hep-B’s always a big risk. Also Hep-C. The interferon

therapy should protect you against those, but given the

tracks on his arms and symptoms, I think we need to

treat you as though you’ve been exposed to HIV.

Leslie Shay: How soon can we test for HIV?

ER Doctor: Not for three months after exposure.

Here’s the first one.

Leslie Shay: [exhales]

Gabby Dawson: Hey, you’re going to be fine. The statistics are way

in your favour.

Leslie Shay: I mean, it’s like Russian roulette. Large bore needle

filled with this guy’s blood. If he has the hiccups, I’m

going to catch ‘em.

cutscene

[tv in background]

Peter Mills: Hey, uh, Lieutenant, I was hoping to ask you a question.

Um, I was looking at the list of up and coming classes

at the academy, and I’m… I’m trying to figure out which

ones to take to, if possible, make a move to Squad?

Kelly Severide: Let me eat my cornflakes first.

Peter Mills: Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Chief Boden: We can finish the exposure paperwork later.

Don’t worry, Shay, you’re getting the best care

available.

Leslie Shay: Thanks, Chief.

Kelly Severide: What’s wrong with her?

Gabby Dawson: Needle stick.

Mouch: Ugh. Was he sick?

Gabby Dawson: Yellow, track marks, and he didn’t agree to a blood

�� panel.

Peter Mills: You okay?

Gabby Dawson: I just want this shift to end. Casey hates me, now

my partner gets stuck.

Peter Mills: Casey?

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, forget it. It’s fine.

Peter Mills: Screw him. He doesn’t understand you, it’s his problem.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah. Yeah, thanks, Mills.

cutscene

Leslie Shay: Even if it’s just Hep-C, it’s, you know, 80% of infections

are chronic, and um, I’d be on disability for months,

and if Daniel’s lawyer finds out… [lightly sobs]

Kelly Severide: You’re getting ahead of yourself.

Leslie Shay: [sighs]

Kelly Severide: Wait for the test to come back.

Leslie Shay: Yeah.

[sighs] Um… the lawyer said that living with you isn’t

normal enough [voice breaking] So I have to move

out. I’m sorry.

Kelly Severide: You do whatever it takes to keep you, Clarice and

that baby together.

Leslie Shay: Yeah. Thanks.

cutscene

[tv in background]

Joe Cruz: Hey, Mouch.

Mouch: How’s the arm?

Joe Cruz: Burned but fine.

Hey, man, I wanted to thank you again.

Mouch: It’s in the job description, right?

Joe Cruz: Yeah.

Hey, also, I think I owe you an apology.

[sighs]

cutscene

[knocks on door]

[door shuts]

Gabby Dawson: [sighs] I realise you may not understand why I went

to Voight.

I didn’t have another choice, and it made all the

difference in Antonio’s case.

Matt Casey: He threatened me and my fiancé.

Gabby Dawson: He saved my brother, Casey.

[knock on door]

Mouch: Cruz is back, in case you’re interested.

[door closes]

Joe Cruz: I screwed up, Lieutenant. It won’t happen again, believe

me.

Matt Casey: I tried that once already. When you told me you could

live with your sins, that turned out to be a lie.

Joe Cruz: Lieutenant, you got to believe…

Matt Casey: This is not a conversation! If you’ve come to hate

yourself, if you’ve decided that you don’t deserve to

live, well, that’s your problem. Do you wanna stand

at the ceremony where we pin Mouch’s badge next

to Darden’s because he burned to death trying to

save someone who’s already dead inside? If your

badge isn’t on Boden’s desk by next shift, I’ll go to

the police about Flaco. It’ll mean the end of my

career too. But hey, I’ll pound nails for a living.

What I can’t do is stand by and watch you

endanger one more of my men.

[somber music]

cutscene

Lady 4 (Real Estate Agent): The kitchen’s just being redone. New

cabinets, new appliances, laundry

hook-ups are right over there.

Leslie Shay: Okay.

Um… school wise, uh, I know Wesley’s young, but…

Lady 4 (Real Estate Agent): Oh, it’s never too early to think about

that. We’re in the very desirable Bell

elementary school district. But I

have to be honest with you. I’ve

got a lot of people interested in

this unit.

Leslie Shay: Okay, can you just give us, like, a second?

Lady 4 (Real Estate Agent): Sure.

Leslie Shay: Thank you.

Clarice: Uh, okay. Thank you.

So the uh, the lawyer says that Daniel’s attorneys could find

out about the needle stick during discovery.

Leslie Shay: Look, Daniel’s lawyer can say whatever he wants.

What that judge is going to see is a family ready to

provide Wesley with a warm and loving home… in

a very desirable school district.

Clarice: You’re right [chuckles lightly]

I’m sorry.

We’ll take it.

cutscene

[buzzer]

Kelly Severide: [sniffs]

Renee Whaley: [clears throat]

[scoffs]

[door closes]

Renee Whaley: What, you expected a straitjacket?

Why are you here exactly?

Kelly Severide: Because your brother asked me to come.

Renee Whaley: Poor Eric. He thinks he’s finally cracked the puzzle

that is Renee.

All this nonsense about me sleeping with Dean.

Kelly Severide: I’m not here to argue about that.

Renee Whaley: Oh, right, because as my life turned to ashes, you

just coasted on and forgot all about me.

Kelly Severide: You don’t know anything about my life.

Renee Whaley: [scoffs] I know that Kelly Severide is doing just fine.

We’re done. Take me back.

Open the door.

Kelly Severide: Renee.

[keypad beeping]

[buzzer]

[door closes]

cutscene

Otis Zvonecek: Dawson, you have absolutely no idea what you’re

doing, huh?

Gabby Dawson: What are you talking about?

Otis Zvonecek: Call Casey.

[sighs]

[metal clanging]

[wall plaster dropping]

Christopher Herrmann: What the hell?

[metal clangs & wall plaster dropping]

Otis Zvonecek: Whoa.

Christopher Herrmann: Stephanidies didn’t say anything about a

safe.

Gabby Dawson: What do you think’s inside?

Christopher Herrmann: Nothing good. My luck don’t run that way.

[metal clangs]

Otis Zvonecek: Well, let’s open it and find out. Worst-case scenario,

it’s empty.

Christopher Herrmann: What if it contains a decomposed head of

some gangster that went missing in the

‘20s? Next thing you know, this bar gets

wrapped in crime scene tape, and we

can’t get back in here.

Otis Zvonecek: If there’s a mobster’s head in there, Moustache

Pete’s gonna be famous.

Gabby Dawson: We’re not calling it Moustache Pete’s.

Otis Zvonecek: Yes we are.

Christopher Herrmann: Forget it. That safe is bad news.

Look out.

Gabby Dawson: Hey Herrmann!

cutscene

Matt Casey: Each week my shift moves up a day. Tuesday and

Friday this week, Monday and Thursday next

week. I’ve drawn up a list of house rules that

mom would have to agree to. Uh, curfews, when

she can have visitors. You can add whatever you

want to the list.

Christie: Matt, no.

Matt Casey: Christie, I need you. Please, at least on the days I’m on

shift.

Christie: Will I have to learn how to lie to her parole officer too?

[chair slides back]

Christie: Mom.

Nancy Casey: Christie.

You look wonderful.

Wow, you realise this is the first time we’ve all been

together as a family in, like, 15 years?

Matt Casey: Yeah.

Nancy Casey: I guess the real purpose of this meeting is to [sniffs]

discuss the mom problem.

Christie: Okay, fine. I’ll talk to Jim.

Matt Casey: Okay. Now let’s eat.

The chicken sandwich is great, by the way.

Christie: I’m a vegan [clears throat]

Matt Casey: Since when?

Christie: [scoffs] Going on ten years, Matt.

Matt Casey: I did not know that. I… wow.

Is that like a vegetarian, or is it the eggs thing? You

can’t eat anything?

Christie: Oh my gosh.

Matt Casey: What?

Christie: Do I seriously have to explain this to you?

Matt Casey: What? No, that’s fine.

cutscene

[knock on door]

Kelly Severide: Hey, did you get my message?

Eric Whaley: Yeah. What did she say?

Kelly Severide: Nothing that matters. She’s angry.

Eric Whaley: At me?

Kelly Severide: At me. At… at… at everything.

Look, I-I’m sorry, but all this was against my better

judgement, and now she’s spinning out, so…

Eric Whaley: No, I get it. I get it. Thanks, Kelly.

This is, uh, it’s my last shift at 51. I’m glad we got the

chance to work together.

[door shuts]

cutscene

Mouch: Is Cruz gonna grace us with his presence today?

Matt Casey: I don’t know.

Mouch: You talk to him?

Matt Casey: I did.

Mouch: How’d that talk go?

Matt Casey: Don’t worry about it, Mouch. I talked to him. That’s all

you need to know.

[locker door shuts]

cutscene

Priest: “You brood of vipers, who warned you to flee from the

coming wrath? Produce good fruit as evidence of your

repentance. Even now, the axe lies at the root of the

trees. Therefore, every tree, which does not bear good

fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire. I am

baptising you with water for repentance, but the one

who is coming after me is mightier than I. I am not

worthy to carry his sandals. He will baptise you with

the Holy Spirit and fire. And do not presume to say

to yourselves, ‘we have Abraham as our father.’”

Child 1: Look, mom, a fireman.

Priest: “And raise up children to Abraham with these stones. Then

Jesus came from Galilee to John at the Jordan to be

baptised by him. John tried to prevent him, saying, ‘I need

to be baptised by you, and yet you come to me?’ Jesus

said to him… [continues speaking in background]

cutscene

Otis Zvonecek: I read the whole thing, front to back. There’s no

codicil in this deed about any safe.

Gabby Dawson: We bought the bar, lockstock, and barrel. That

means the safe rightly belongs to you, me and

Otis.

Otis Zvonecek: Along with whatever’s inside. Whether it’s an old

stamp collection or bearer bonds or, gold

doubloons.

Gabby Dawson: You’re outvoted Herrmann, two to one.

Christopher Herrmann: We didn’t buy that bar hoping to find

buried treasure. We bought it as an

honest investment. And for the first

time in my life, I feel like I’m onto

something good and real. Now

whatever is in that safe, somebody

put it in there and locked it away for

a reason. Why don’t we leave it alone

and get on with our plan?

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, we’re gonna open the safe.

Otis Zvonecek: Seconded.

[station alert buzzes & blares]

(Over PA): Truck 81, Ambulance 61, Battalion 25. Bomb squad

assist, Wrightwood and Jesse.

Dispatcher: (over radio) CPD be advised, divert all traffic. Bomb

disposal unit on site in Lincoln Square.

Peter Mills: So what exactly is our role in a bomb squad assist?

Christopher Herrmann: Nothing. Not unless the bomb tech snips

the wrong wire.

Matt Casey: What’s the story, Chief?

Chief Boden: A tenant committed suicide in his car around back,

shot himself in the head. But the police are suspect

because the deceased was turned down four times

by the CPD, and there is a gasoline smell coming

from the inside.

Man 2 (Bomb Tech Squad Lt): Zoom in.

Our mast camera confirmed the

place is wired.

Man 3 (Bomb Tech): We should cut our way in.

Kelly Severide: We have access to the apartment above?

[whirring]

Man 3 (Bomb Tech): That’ll do it.

Kelly Severide: Great, we’ll get out of your way.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Man 3 (Bomb Tech): Whoa. There’s a woman down there.

[suspenseful music]

Leslie Shay: The neighbour say it’s his ex-wife.

Man 2 (Bomb Tech Squad Lt): My guy will go in and see if it’s

secure and your guys can bring

her out.

Chief Boden: (into radio) Severide, you sure you want (over radio) to

do this?

Kelly Severide: (into radio) We’re here, right? (over radio) Gonna

need a jump bag, though.

Chief Boden: (into radio) Copy that.

Kelly Severide: All right. Okay.

Man 3 (Bomb Tech): Carpet’s wet. Gasoline.

She’s been stabbed. Come on down.

Kelly Severide: (into radio) Dawson, Shay, she’s got a steak knife

stuck in her abdomen.

Gabby Dawson: (into radio) Pulse?

Kelly Severide: (over radio) Weak.

Hey, can you get us out that door?

Man 3 (Bomb Tech): There’s quick, and there’s safe. Which do you

want?

Kelly Severide: I wanna save this woman’s life.

Man 3 (Bomb Tech): Huh.

Kelly Severide: Huh?”W-What huh?

Man 3 (Bomb Tech): A small incendiary device set to spark the

gasoline. This’ll take a few minutes to

disarm.

Kelly Severide: She doesn’t have a few minutes.

Man 3 (Bomb Tech): I got two more wires splitting here. It’s wired

here too. Headed… Here we go.

I got at least 5 pounds of mixed ammonium

nitrate. Well that plus the gasoline is a

fertiliser bomb.

Kelly Severide: (into radio) Hey, Chief, (over radio) is everyone

back?

Chief Boden: (into radio) You just get yourself down here, Kelly.

Gabby Dawson: (into radio) How’s she doing, Severide?

Kelly Severide: (into radio) Weaker.

Gabby Dawson: (over radio) How much blood’s on the floor?

Kelly Severide: (into radio) Uh, it’s not that much.

Gabby Dawson: (into radio) Then she’s bleeding internally. You

gotta move.

(over radio) Pack that knife, so it doesn’t shift when

you move her.

Kelly Severide: (over radio) Where the hell’s that jump bag?

(into radio) Whaley’s here.

Gabby Dawson: (over radio) Use all the gauze and tape he’s got to

keep it secure.

Eric Whaley: Someone’s always got it worse.

Kelly Severide: Ain’t that right.

(over radio) Packing around the knife. Hey, we need

that door open now.

Man 3 (Bomb Tech): (over radio) Attempting to disarm the door.

Chief Boden: (into radio) Kelly. Kelly.

Man 3 (Bomb Tech): (over radio) We’re good. Door’s open.

Kelly Severide: (over radio) Woman’s coming out.

Eric Whaley: Who says engine only knows how to put out a fire?

cutscene

Matt Casey: Okay. I’ll talk to Boden.

[door shuts]

Mouch: [sighs] What happened, Joe?

[knocks on door]

Joe Cruz: I kicked in that door, convinced Leon was in there.

I even knew I was too late.

But it wasn’t Leon, it was Flaco.

Mouch: Dead. It was Flaco, and you were too late.

Joe Cruz: All I could think was, if I pulled him out of those flames, I

might as well throw Leon back in.

Mouch: Ah, you don’t know that.

Joe Cruz: I thought that God was just handing me the answer to my

problems.

But now I know it was the devil. I thought I could run from

him, non-stop. First one in, last one out [shaky breath]

And then I almost killed you. I could have killed Otis or

Herrmann or Casey, all because I’m weak [sobs]

But now I know… I’m the one that has to suffer, not you.

Mouch: Joe, I forgive you.

Joe Cruz: [sobbing] It’s not right for me to bring my sins into this

house and have my brothers sacrifice for what I did.

Mouch: Joe, listen to me. I forgive you.

Joe Cruz: [sobs]

cutscene

Chief Boden: What can I do for you, Casey?

Mouch: Lieutenant! Can I have a minute?

Matt Casey: Now’s not a good time, Mouch.

Mouch: Yes, it is.

[door closes]

Mouch: You don’t have to do this to him.

Matt Casey: There’s more to it that you know, Mouch.

Mouch: He told me everything. Now I don’t know if he was waiting

for God or Flaco’s ghost or just somebody to say it, but

he needed to know what he did was okay. He screwed

up. He knows it. But he was taking care of his family.

How far would you go for the ones you love? How far

have you gone?

[door closes]

cutscene

Peter Mills: [chuckles]

[phone rings]

Leslie Shay: Hello?

Yes, this is Leslie Shay.

He consented to a blood draw.

Gabby Dawson: That’s good isn’t it?

Leslie Shay: Mmhmm, mmhmm.

Okay, thank you.

He’s clean, he tested negative for everything [sigh of

relief]

Oh…

[giggling]

cutscene

[buzzer]

[door shuts]

Man 4 (Orderly): Good luck, Renee.

Renee Whaley: Yeah, thanks.

For real?

Kelly Severide: Come get in the car. There’s something we need to

see.

Renee Whaley: Go to hell.

Kelly Severide: You’ll full of it, you know that?

Renee Whaley: Oh I am, huh? Is that gonna get me into your car?

Kelly Severide: Ignore everything that’s real, go ahead.

Renee Whaley: Whatever.

Kelly Severide: Your brother was a hero today.

Renee Whaley: That is so low.

Kelly Severide: You stopped, didn’t you?

30 minutes. Then I take you anywhere you want to

go.

cutscene

[saw whirring]

[metal clanging]

Gabby Dawson: [sighs] It’s just a box.

We never should have opened this.

cutscene

[car door shuts]

Matt Casey: Mom’s just getting her things.

Christie: Okay.

Matt Casey: Thanks for agreeing to this, Christie. I really think it’ll

work.

Christie: Yeah, well, tomorrow morning at 8:01, she’s all yours

again.

Matt Casey: Understood.

Christie: Friend of yours?

Matt Casey: Nope

Nancy Casey: That’s Cheyenne.

Matt Casey: Your old cellmate?

Nancy Casey: Yeah.

You two gave me back my freedom, but I don’t want

to be your problem anymore. So I’m gonna go stay

with Cheyenne until I figure out what’s next.

Matt Casey: Mom, I don’t think your PO is going…

Nancy Casey: Aww, don’t worry I’ll sort things out with Kendrick.

But I’m not gonna be the wedge that drives you two

apart anymore.

Oh, be a brother and sister again, okay? You know,

be there for each other.

Hey, how’s it going?

Lady 5 (Cheyenne): Hi.

[car door shuts]

cutscene

Lady 4 (Real Estate Agent): Are we gonna sign the lease or not?

Leslie Shay: Yes, we are. We definitely are, I’m sorry. I can’t get a

hold of her. Um…

Oh, hey.

Clarice: Hey.

Leslie Shay: Did you get my message?

Clarice: Yeah, that’s, uh… great news.

Leslie Shay: We should sign the lease.

Clarice: Uh, actually, would you mind giving us a second?

So, um… Daniel offered to settle. You know, split custody, I

mean, if I move to New York with the baby.

Leslie Shay: Good, that’s great. He blinked.

Clarice: I took the deal

Leslie Shay: What?

Clarice: I just, I can’t keep fighting him anymore, Les. So I’m gonna

go to, uh, I’m gonna go to New York.

Leslie Shay: No, Clarice. Just stand up to him. We can win this.

Clarice: I’m leaving tonight.

Shay…

cutscene

[engine rumbling]

Renee Whaley: Okay, I get it.

Kelly Severide: Come on.

[car door shuts]

Renee Whaley: [scoffs]

[huffs]

Kelly Severide: It’s quieter than I remember.

Renee Whaley: Please don’t.

Kelly Severide: You’re the one who said life never looked simpler

than it did from right here.

Renee Whaley: Well, that was crap. Sometimes a view is just a

view. [exhales]

Kelly Severide: You know, I never had anything close to a real

relationship since you.

Renee Whaley: Really?

Kelly Severide: One girl I liked… really liked… but she left. Or I let

her leave. I should have made it work, but

sometimes, it’s easier just to let things fall apart.

Renee Whaley: I slept with Dean.

And now I see you, and I see my family. And all I can

see is what I lost.

Kelly Severide: Sometimes a view is just a view.

Renee Whaley: [chuckles]

[sniffles]

Kelly Severide: I’ve missed you.

Renee Whaley: I figured you hated me.

Kelly Severide: Oh I did.

But not anymore.

[engine revving]

[door closes]

[car door closes]

[engine starts]

- end -

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CHICAGO FIRE – HANGING ON (S01E05)

Hallie Thomas: Hello?

Matt Casey: Just checking in.

Hallie Thomas: I’m fine…

Really… I should be checking on you.

Matt Casey: Not a care in the world.

Turn here.

Hallie Thomas: Some gang cop breaks into our cars, and you

don’t have a care in the world?

Matt Casey: That’s right. Just another day.

Hallie Thomas: I want it noted for the record that I don’t believe a

word you’re saying.

Matt Casey: Good thing you’re a doctor and not a lawyer, because

I’m just gonna let this blow over. Call you later.

I’ll just be a minute.

Peter Mills: Lieutenant.

[truck door shuts]

Lady 1 (lady on the phone): Sir, um, you can’t go in there. Sir?

[door swings open]

Hank Voight: Listen, I have a visitor. I’ll get back to you.

[receiver clicks]

Matt Casey: Stay away from me.

Hank Voight: Excuse me?

Matt Casey: I’m telling you to back off.

I’m telling you and whatever garbage you have

working under you to stay the hell away from

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Hank Voight: Sir, I don’t know what this department did to…

Matt Casey: I mean it.

Hank Voight: Get your ass out of my office before I throw you

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Matt Casey: The threats don’t work, Voight.

I’m not some scared banger begging for a look the

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statement. Ever.

What, you all afraid of this guy? Huh?

Someone tell me why.

Hank Voight: Alright, come on, get back to work. Show’s over.

(Over radio): Truck 81. Factory accident, Ogden and Ash.

[engine starts]

Matt Casey: Drive.

[truck door shuts]

cutscene

Man 1: He’s over here.

Move out of the way. Move! Move!

Kelly Severide: How we doing?

Victim 1: [panting] I just need some help getting it out.

Kelly Severide: Okay, well, just stay with us.

Christopher Herrmann: The power’s off, it’s locked out. Holy cow.

Mouch: Bone saw.

Gabby Dawson: What do we got?

Leslie Shay: Excuse me.

Kelly Severide: Trapped arm,

Gabby Dawson: How are you feeling?

Victim 1: Not so good to tell you the truth.

Gabby Dawson: [whispers] That’s a lot of blood.

What’s your name, hun?

Victim 1: [clears throat] Garrett.

Gabby Dawson: Garrett, how long you been stuck, hun?

Victim 1 (Garrett): [groans & whimpers] I don’t know.

Gabby Dawson: [yelling] How long’s he been stuck?

Man 1: Going on 15.

Victim 1 (Garrett): [groans]

Firefighter: Here it is.

Leslie Shay: There we go.

Gabby Dawson: Okay, we gotta get him out now.

Kelly Severide: Alright, I loosen it up a little bit.

Victim 1 (Garrett): Good.

Gabby Dawson: Garrett, we’re just gonna put some morphine in

alright? Give us a minute.

Leslie Shay: You good?

Firefighter: Mmhmm.

Leslie Shay: Alright sweetie, I gave you some morphine. You

should feel better soon, okay?

Gabby Dawson: Garrett, we’re gonna try to ease your arm out now,

okay?

Victim 1 (Garrett): [whimpering]

Gabby Dawson: Here we go. One…Two…three.

Victim 1 (Garrett): [screams] No! Stop! I can’t! I can’t!

- Title Screen -

Matt Casey: Gear segments come right off.

Hadley: What do you need?

Matt Casey: Wait. If we get the gears off, we can separate the

casing and travel with it. We need power drills,

¼ inch hex, an Allen key.

Capp: Excuse me, Sir.

Matt Casey: Mills, do the gears.

Capp: Here you go, Lieutenant.

Gabby Dawson: Okay?

Victim 1 (Garrett): [grunting]

God.

Kelly Severide: Let me in.

Peter Mills: Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it.

Matt Casey: Okay.

Victim 1 (Garrett): God!

Matt Casey: Come on.

[drill buzzes]

Victim 1 (Garrett): [groaning]

Kelly Severide: Watch out, buddy.

Come on, Mills.

Support it, support it.

Gabby Dawson: Ready? Gurney’s coming in, guys.

Kelly Severide: Okay.

Hadley: Back up, back up, back up.

Leslie Shay: Behind you.

Peter Mills: Clear?

Firefighter: We’re clear.

Matt Casey: Okay.

Gabby Dawson: You good?

Matt Casey: Take it.

Hadley: Got it.

Victim 1 (Garrett): [screams] Oh God!

Kelly Severide: Watch it, watch it.

Firefighter: Got it, got it.

Leslie Shay: Sit down, sweetie. Sit down. Sit down.

Kelly Severide: Do his legs. Do his legs.

Peter Mills: Just lay down. Lay down.

Victim 1 (Garrett): [groans]

Gabby Dawson: Alright, let’s get him out of here.

Leslie Shay: Casey, Severide, we need you guys. We gotta get this

rig off.

Matt Casey: Yeah.

[train horn blaring]

Victim 1 (Garrett): [groans]

God!

Gabby Dawson: Grab the I.V., set it to 5 millilitres drip.

We need 4x4s to stop this bleeding and call

Lakeshore and tell them…[continues

indistinctly]

Matt Casey: Ugh.

Kelly Severide: You all right?

Matt Casey: I didn’t sleep well.

Gabby Dawson: Hey, let’s go.

[sirens wailing]

Leslie Shay: Possible crush syndrome, gave four of morphine,

heart rate 130, his BP 110 palp, 2 litres of saline.

Victim 1 (Garrett): Call my boss, tell him…tell him that I’ll be there

tomorrow, so don’t worry about… covering my

shift.

Kelly Severide: Dude really loves his job.

Gabby Dawson: Ready on three.

One, two, three.

Victim 1 (Garrett): [screams] Oh, God!

[mumbling]

Nurse 1: He’s out.

Hallie Thomas: Tourniquet’s on.

And we’re ready here.

Matt Casey: Alright, let’s get this thing off.

Okay. This piece should just slide out.

Here. Ready?

Kelly Severide: Yeah.

Matt Casey: Thank you.

Hallie Thomas: Ease his arm.

Matt Casey: There’s two pieces.

Kelly Severide: I’ll grab it. I got it.

Hallie Thomas: Type and cross four units stat. I need

compression. Get him to O.R. five.

Go, go, go.

What a way to start the day.

Matt Casey: Not exactly.

Kelly Severide: Good to see you, Hallie.

Hallie Thomas: You too.

�� Well?

Matt Casey: Went to the CPD this morning; talked to Voight.

Hallie Thomas: You two talked it out?

Matt Casey: No.

I yelled.

Leslie Shay: Hey.

Kelly Severide: Hey.

Don’t suppose you could point me towards the

Toradol? I might have twisted my shoulder again.

Leslie Shay: You’re dreaming.

Kelly Severide: Alright, don’t point. Just look toward it. I’ll do the

rest.

Leslie Shay: Ugh.

[sighs]

[grunts in frustration]

Hallie Thomas: You don’t have to do it yourself.

Matt Casey: Then who else is gonna do it?

Hallie Thomas: The system…[continues indistinctly]

Leslie Shay: We ready?

Hallie Thomas: I want you to come home to me, Matt.

Gabby Dawson: Whatever.

cutscene

Mouch: So wait, this bioactive refreshment can only be found on

what, Chebeague Island?

Christopher Herrmann: No, genius, it starts there in a natural

spring. They infuse it with the protein

and enzymes after in a laboratory.

Listen, all I know is this kid that I grew up

with is making a mint hocking this stuff.

You should see his status reports on

Facebook or whatnot.

Otis Zvonecek: I’m sure he’s got a brand new Mercedes and a hot

wife.

Christopher Herrmann: Something like that.

Chief Boden: Hey, where’s Casey?

Christopher Herrmann: Guy got his arm buried in a machine,

so he went with Shay and Dawson to

the hospital to unbury it.

Chief Boden: You guys know anything about a visit to the CPD

today?

Otis Zvonecek: Yeah, we made a stop coming back from Caldwell,

said he needed to talk to somebody.

Chief Boden: Okay.

Otis Zvonecek: [gulping] That’s pretty good, actually.

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah, sells itself.

I got plenty more, guys. Drink up.

[chuckling]

cutscene

[water running]

Kelly Severide: You were good under there…with that machine.

Matt Casey: Thanks.

cutscene

Mouch: Dawson.

A little thank you from the paramedics regulatory board for

saving the Madeline girl last month. That’s your copy.

Gabby Dawson: Unbelievable.

[exhales] “This serves as an acknowledgement

that you have read and understood why this

written reprimand was issued.”

Leslie Shay: Dawson, I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again. You did the

right thing, you know that. That girl would have died.

Mouch: Hey, it’s barely a slap on the wrist.

I know Carla over there. I’ll make sure this goes right into

her circular file.

Gabby Dawson: Thanks, Mouch.

Oh, chives in the eggs. My day is getting better

already.

Peter Mills: Thank you. Look.

Gabby Dawson: Hot sauce? Ugh, sorry.

Peter Mills: Lieutenant Casey, you eating?

Matt Casey: No.

Peter Mills: Okay.

Chief Boden: Casey, come with me.

Chief Grogan: The allegations are unfounded.

Chief Boden: Unfounded? I’m sorry, Chief Grogan, this has got

Voight’s name written all over it.

Chief Grogan: There are no witnesses that Detective Voight was

anywhere but on the job Halloween night.

Do you know how many tires got slashed that day?

Chief Boden: 15 years he worked gang unit. You don’t think he’s

got a few locals who can do his dirty work?

Chief Grogan: And that is exactly why we have Internal Affairs and

the A.S.A.’s office investigating. But I gotta tell you,

without a direct link, what do you suggest we do,

Chief Boden?

Chief Boden: I suggest you handle your precinct.

Chief Grogan: Wait just a damn minute.

Chief Boden: My Lieutenant and his fiancée are being harassed.

Don’t you tell me to wait.

Matt Casey: Forget it, Chief. CPD isn’t gonna help.

I’ll do it my own way.

Chief Boden: Casey, no.

Matt Casey: Give me a better alternative.

Something.

Antonio Dawson: I’ll be the primary.

I.A., A.S.A., they got fish frying all over the city.

I’ll take the lead on this.

Chief Grogan: That’s fine by me.

We good here?

Chief Boden: Yeah, we’re good.

cutscene

[phone unlocks, keypad beeping]

Kelly Severide: [grunts] Anna, hey, it’s Kelly Severide. Sorry I

haven’t called you back sooner. I changed

cell phone numbers, and it was a big hassle.

Anyway, look forward to hearing from you.

Um, give me a call back when you have a

chance.

[phone locks]

Kelly Severide: [exhales and inhales sharply]

[alarm sounds, PA buzzes]

Kelly Severide: [sighs]

(Over PA): Squad 3, Truck 94. Construction accident, 6248 South

Francisco.

[sirens wailing, horns honking]

Victim 2: [screams] Help!

Victim 3: I can’t hold him!

Victim 2: Hurry! Help me!

Victim 3: He’s slipping!

Victim 2: I can’t hold out! Help!

Kelly Severide: I’ll need your aerial on the other side of the church.

Do the best you can, we’ll do the rest.

Let’s gear up.

Victim 3: I can’t hold it!

Kelly Severide: Vargas, when they lock it down, have the rope bag

at the ladder ready to go.

Jose Vargas: Got it.

Kelly Severide: Get that truck over there! Let’s go!

[horn blaring]

Victim 3: I can’t…I can’t hold him.

Victim 2: Help! Please!

[chatter on emergency radio]

Kelly Severide: Talk to me.

Victim 3: He’s slipping.

Victim 2: I’m loose!

Kelly Severide: Try to stay still.

Victim 2 & 3: [whimpering & grunting] Hurry!

Kelly Severide: Coming to you. You hold tight now.

Victim 3: I can’t – I can’t hold him!

Victim 2: Help! Please!

[indistinct chatter on radio]

Kelly Severide: Alright, hang on me.

Victim 2: I-I can’t move.

Kelly Severide: Can you reach out with your other arm?

Victim 2: I can’t move it, no.

Victim 3: It’s my fault.

Kelly Severide: It’s alright. Just be calm, okay. We’re gonna get

both of you down.

Victim 2 & 3: [whimpering]

Capp: This blue line’s for you. Gonna hook you up, take you down

first.

Hadley: Line secure!

Kelly Severide: Okay, you can let go of him, we’ve got it.

Victim 2: [grunting]

Capp: No need to push off. Small steps.

Here we go.

Kelly Severide: Keep it steady up there, Hadley.

Victim 3: He told me not to walk along the top, and I didn’t listen.

Kelly Severide: What’s your name?

Victim 3: It’s Ty.

Kelly Severide: All right. Well, hold on, Ty.

Victim 3 (Ty): No, don’t, don’t, don’t! My leg! My leg!

Capp: All the way to the pavement. You’ve got it.

Kelly Severide: Give me your hand.

[creaking]

Hadley: Kelly!

Victim 3 (Ty): [screams] Ahh!

Kelly Severide: Hey, hang on!

Hadley, get that rope up here!

Capp: Doing great, doing great.

(over radio) All clear. Pick it up.

Kelly Severide: Hang on.

Victim 3 (Ty): [groaning]

Kelly Severide: Aah!

[groans] Aah!

Ty, reach up. In my right leg pocket, there’s a knife.

Victim 3 (Ty): I can’t.

Kelly Severide: Ty.

Hey, listen to me. You have to. Gotta lose that

extra weight.

Victim 3 (Ty): [groaning]

Come on.

Ahh!

Kelly Severide: Cut the line.

Watch out below!

[thud]

Kelly Severide: [grunts]

Victim 3 (Ty): [groans]

Kelly Severide: Ty, grab the line. Clamp it to your harness.

Victim 3 (Ty): I got it, I got it, I got it.

Kelly Severide: [yells] Okay, Hadley.

Ty, just slow now the rest of the way, alright?

Hadley: [grunting]

Tony & Capp: I got ya, I got ya.

Victim 3 (Ty): Ah, ah.

Kelly Severide: [silently groaning]

[sirens wailing]

Kelly Severide: [breathing heavily & grunting]

cutscene

Jose Vargas: Hey Lieutenant, just so you know, I’ve completed all

the descent rescue training.

Kelly Severide: When I think you’re ready, you’ll be the first to know.

Jose Vargas: Right, I just didn’t want you to waste…

Kelly Severide: Hey!

Jose Vargas: All your resources.

Kelly Severide: Let it go. I’ve got other things to worry about

besides your career track.

Jose Vargas: [sighs]

Phone Operator: Please leave a message after the tone.

Kelly Severide: Hey, Anna, it’s Kelly again.

Listen, I really need you to call me back. If I don’t

answer, you can just leave me a message. I’ll get

back to you. Thanks.

[sniffs]

[water running]

cutscene

Christopher Herrmann: Red carpet treatment. I like it.

Cindy Herrmann: Mmhmm.

[car door shuts]

Cindy Herrmann: My dad wants to know when he can put his

snow blower back in the garage.

Christopher Herrmann: Oh, yeah?

Cindy Herrmann: Mmhmm.

Christopher Herrmann: Mm.

Cindy Herrmann: Mm.

[kissing sound]

Christopher Herrmann: We’ll be running through that water faster

than a blizzard in December. Trust me.

Cindy Herrmann: Just don’t put too much pressure on this idea,

please?

We’ll be okay.

Christopher Herrmann: We’re getting a house, Cindy. The kids

need their own space. We need our

own space, hmm?

Cindy Herrmann: Mmhmm.

[kissing sound]

Christopher Herrmann: Tell your dad to sell that metal lathe.

There’ll be plenty of room in there.

Cindy Herrmann: Don’t even mention the lathe.

Christopher Herrmann: Your mom uses it as a drying rack.

Cindy Herrmann: Don’t.

[car door shuts]

Christopher Herrmann: Anyone home?

Cindy Herrmann: No.

Christopher Herrmann: [growls]

Cindy Herrmann: Oh! [laughs]

Christopher Herrmann: Get over here!

[door slamming]

cutscene

Matt Casey: [grunting]

[groaning]

Masked Men: [grunting & groaning]

Matt Casey: [grunting]

Hallie Thomas: No cracked ribs. You’re next in line for the CT scan.

Will you sit up for me?

Matt Casey: Yeah [groaning]

Hallie Thomas: I need you to take some deep breaths, okay?

Matt Casey: Okay [breathes deeply]

Hallie Thomas: Again.

Matt Casey: [breathes deeply, raggedly] [groans]

Hallie Thomas: It sounds clear. That’s good.

You can lay back.

Matt Casey: [whimpers]

Chief Boden: Casey, how are you?

Antonio Dawson: So, no faces for these guys? Markings? Anything

distinguishable?

Matt Casey: One of them had a tattoo. Forearm.

Antonio Dawson: Left? Right?

Matt Casey: Left.

Oh, God, maybe right.

Antonio Dawson: Think.

Matt Casey: I am thinking!

Antonio Dawson: [sighs] All right. All right, rest for a few.

Chief Boden: Matt. Matt! Believe me, I know what you’re going

through, and I know what you’re thinking but we

are gonna figure out how to do this the right way.

Do you hear me?

Matt Casey: Yeah.

Chief Boden: Okay.

Okay, talk to me. What are you gonna do?

Antonio Dawson: For starters, we gotta identify at least one of the

attackers.

Christopher Herrmann: Doesn’t matter. It was that Detective

yanking those kids’ strings.

Antonio Dawson: I’m sure it was. But if I can’t connect the hitters

to Voight, and Voight knows this better than

anyone, we don’t have a thing.

Peter Mills: What can we do now, Chief?

Mouch: Well, I’ll tell you what I’d do. Grab a halligan and ring that

son of a bitch’s doorbell.

Chief Boden: You guys, keep your eyes forward, and you stay out

of it. Support your Lieutenant. Have his back, that’s it.

Hallie Thomas: Think the Chief’s right.

Matt Casey: I am not gonna sit back and take it.

Hallie Thomas: I’m not saying that you should. But you make one

�� wrong decision, and suddenly you’re the bad guy,

and that’s exactly what he wants.

Matt Casey: [ragged breathing]

Hallie Thomas: Promise me you’ll be careful. Promise.

Matt Casey: I promise.

[kissing sound]

cutscene

[razor buzzing]

[door chimes]

Chief Boden: Oh my god, how long’s the wait?

Terrance: [chuckles] What? Did I screw up that do of yours?

Chief Boden: No more than you usually do.

Terrance: Oh, [laughs] now you’re just begging for a long wait.

Chief Boden: [laughs]

Can I see you for a minute?

[razor stops buzzing]

Terrance: Be right back, DJ.

Chief Boden: I got me a problem with a cop. White cop.

Terrance: Not the first time I’ve heard that complaint around here.

Chief Boden: He’s a dirty cop, Terrance. I need me someone who’ll

wear a wire.

Terrance: Dirty white cop.

I’m into it.

cutscene

Kelly Severide: Hey.

[kissing sound]

Anna: I about died when your name came up on my phone.

Kelly Severide: Yeah? Well, I’m glad you didn’t.

Anna: Are you still fighting fires?

Kelly Severide: Yeah, most of the time.

Anna: We were good together. Am I right?

Kelly Severide: Yeah, sure. We had our moments. For a while.

Anna: The coat room at the Drake.

Kelly Severide: Definitely a moment.

I have a favour to ask you, Anna.

Anna: I knew there was gonna be a catch.

I’m staying at the Peninsula. Conference B.S. for the next

three days. Pick a night, and ask me for your favour then.

cutscene

Christopher Herrmann: [sighs]

Otis Zvonecek: What’s up, Herrmann?

Christopher Herrmann: Nada.

Otis Zvonecek: Yeah? You look like your dog just died.

Christopher Herrmann: That’s just insensitive.

Alright, look, it’s just when I…

Hey, Lieutenant.

Mouch: You should take a few more days, Casey. Well within your

rights.

Matt Casey: Eh, I’d just be staring at the ceiling. I’m going to look

at mugshots.

Antonio Dawson: Speaking of, where do you wanna do this?

The guys who assaulted you have a record,

guaranteed. Means they’ve been processed,

and we have those tats on file. See if you can

recall one of those.

Matt Casey: [grunts]

Gabby Dawson: Oh, sorry to interrupt. I’m just grabbing my stuff.

[whispers] Hey, any progress?

Antonio Dawson: We’ll get there. Unless you got a magic wand on

you.

GabbyDawson: [laughs]

[phone rings]

Matt Casey: I gotta…[grunts] I gotta take it.

Hi.

Hallie Thomas: I, um, I’m just holding to our agreement.

I’m checking in with you. You okay?

Matt Casey: Just looking at photographs of tattoos.

Hallie Thomas: You never know.

Matt Casey: That’s right.

Hallie Thomas: I love you.

Matt Casey: I love you too.

Gabby Dawson: [sighs]

Hallie Thomas: Do this the right way, or I may have to come down

there.

Matt Casey: [chuckles]

So maybe the right way isn’t so right.

Hallie Thomas: Maybe not.

[alarm sounds, PA buzzes]

(Over PA): Ambulance 61, head injury. Northwest corner of Hyde

Park.

Gabby Dawson: Gotta go.

Antonio Dawson: Go get ‘em.

Gabby Dawson: Mmhmm.

cutscene

Leslie Shay: What’s his name?

Teen 1: What the hell difference does it make? His name’s Vince.

Fix him.

Leslie Shay: Vince, can you hear me?

All right, if you can hear me, don’t move, blink twice.

Gabby Dawson: C-collar.

Leslie Shay: Yeah.

Teen 1: How long are you gonna leave him lying there? Get him in

the damn ambulance already!

Gabby Dawson: What happened?

Teen 1: We rode it off down this ramp, we flipped, he hit first.

Gabby Dawson: You on something, huh? What are you on?

Teen 1: You need to shut up. Fix him, not me.

Gabby Dawson: Come on.

Here we go. On three. One, two, three.

Gabby Dawson: We’ll see you at the hospital. Lakeshore.

Teen 1: I’m going with him.

Gabby Dawson: No you’re not.

Teen 1: This ain’t up to you lady.

[groans]

Gabby Dawson: On behalf of the Paramedics Association of

America, I offer my sincerest apologies for

the forceful actions I exhibited here today.

[engine starts]

[onlookers laughing]

[sirens blares]

cutscene

[moaning]

Anna: My God I missed that.

[exhales deeply]

Kelly Severide: I need a favour, Anna.

Anna: Can we just order a little room service first?

Kelly Severide: You asked me to meet you here, and I did.

Anna: Fine, go ahead. You want a favour, let’s hear it.

Kelly Severide: I need something…okay? Something strong.

cutscene

Gabby Dawson: Ah! Whoo.

Peter Mills: What is that?

Gabby Dawson: This is my leftovers. Chicken mac and cheese.

Whoa! Hey!

Peter Mills: No, no, no. That smell, I can’t be held responsible.

Gabby Dawson: [scoffs]

Peter Mills: Where’d you get this?

Gabby Dawson: Oh, screw you, Mills. I made it.

Peter Mills: Okay, well, name the ingredients.

Gabby Dawson: [laughs] I’m not gonna tell you that. It’s handed

down from my grandmother – hey! It’s a secret.

Peter Mills: I will figure it out.

Gabby Dawson: Many have tried, young Peter Mills. All have failed.

Peter Mills: Come on! Let me get one more bite at least.

Christopher Herrmann: (on phone) What? Wha…you accepted the

shipment?

No, it-it’s okay. Just don’t open any of

them. I’ll deal with it when I get back.

Thank you.

In-laws are single-handedly cutting my life

expectancy in half.

Otis Zvonecek: What is going on with you?

Christopher Herrmann: [sighs] Just hanging on for dear life.

Otis Zvonecek: Spill it.

Christopher Herrmann: I have cases of this damned energy water

sitting in my in-laws’ garage, and I’m

never gonna be able to off-load. I’m in for

a grand already, and they just keep

coming. They call it multi-level marketing,

but it’s a pyramid scheme.

And I don’t know what I’m gonna tell

Cindy.

Otis Zvonecek: So return it.

Christopher Herrmann: It’s non-refundable.

Otis Zvonecek: Non-refundable is a word made up by lawyers.

Christopher Herrmann: I signed a contract.

Otis Zvonecek: Give me the number.

cutscene

Gabby Dawson: That is absurd!

Well, then, fine. I guess you’ll know where to find

me.

On the job!

Leslie Shay: What was all that about?

Gabby Dawson: That frat kid, he filed a complaint with the city.

Leslie Shay: Oh, the kid’s just embarrassed. No way he’ll ever

follow through on that.

Gabby Dawson: Well, he just did, Shay.

Leslie Shay: Well, that’s ridiculous, and screw them.

You know I would have done the same thing.

Gabby Dawson: Well, you didn’t. I did.

And…that makes two, for everyone keeping score.

County said that they could suspend me this time.

[alarm sounds, PA buzzes]

(Over PA): Ambulance 61, Altered mental status. West Madison

Street.

Chief Boden: Dawson, I rerouted that call to 34.

Dawson, I need to see you.

Come on.

Gabby Dawson: Reckless infliction of emotional distress? Are you

kidding me?

Chief Hatcher: You have a bit of a track record lately, wouldn’t you

say?

Mouch: Apples and oranges.

Gabby Dawson: Except both involve me saving a life; which I did.

Chief Hatcher: Both involve violations in a very short time span.

Mouch: But…

Gabby Dawson: That…

Mouch: This isn’t enough to warrant suspension, Chief. No way.

Chief Hatcher: Well, be ready for the possibility. And be absolutely

certain that your memory of the event is accurate to

the best of your knowledge.

Gabby Dawson: Like what? That I kicked the belligerent jackass

with one foot or two?

Chief Boden: Is there a date set for this hearing?

Chief Hatcher: Not at the moment.

Mouch: There won’t be one, Chief. This will be a written warning

just like the other. One call.

[phone rings]

Chief Boden: Well, whatever you need to do. You take care of this.

Gabby Dawson: [sighs]

Mouch: [whispers] It’s fine.

Chief Boden: I have someone.

I know a guy who lives in Voight’s neighbourhood

who knows a kid who’s willing to wear a wire.

We’re gonna meet him at the end of the shift.

cutscene

[siren wails]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[car door shuts]

Hank Voight: Evening, ma’am. Got you rolling through a stop back

there.

Hallie Thomas: What stop?

Hank Voight: I can let it go with a warning this time.

Just do me a favour. Talk some sense into your man.

Hallie Thomas: Excuse me?

Hank Voight: I’d really hate to see things get uglier than they

already are.

Thank you, Hallie. Have a good night.

cutscene

Chief Boden: So what’s the process here?

Antonio Dawson: If the kid’s willing to go on tape, we’ll set up a

sting.

[phone rings]

Matt Casey: Hey baby.

What’s wrong? Everything all right?

I get it. Just why didn’t you call me last night when it

happened?

[car door shuts]

cutscene

Otis Zvonecek: Manager.

Man-a-ger.

Speak…to…manager.

Yes.

cutscene

Leslie Shay: Come on, let’s get out of here.

Where do you…where do you wanna go? Someplace

loud? We can go to Jenson’s? They have good

music. Wanna go someplace quiet, get coffee?

Library maybe? Want to peruse a novel or flip

through some microfilm? [chuckles] Do they

even make microfilm anymore?

Gabby Dawson: I think I already have a plan.

Leslie Shay: Yeah? What?

Gabby Dawson: I’m gonna cook.

cutscene

Otis Zvonecek: (sighs) Well, the terms of the note are

misrepresented.

Why, yes, I am an attorney. Are you?

Christopher Herrmann: [whispers] No…[continues indistinctly]

Otis Zvonecek: Oh, you’re in marketing. Perfect. So you should

know that the basic premise of a pyramid

scheme was found to be illegal in accordance

with the case of Landers versus Holcroft 1985.

Christopher Herrmann: [mouthing] Stop it…

Otis Zvonecek: And so, if you are illegally refusing my client’s rights

on page one, trust me, [chuckles] it’s not getting

any better on pages 10, 11, or 12, guaranteed.

I-I-I do this for a living, sir. All it’s gonna cost me

are the filing fees.

That’s right. Small claims, better business bureau.

I can turn this into a real, three-ring circus and not

lose a minute of sleep.

Christopher Herrmann: [mouthing] Don’t. Stop it.

Otis Zvonecek: I am gonna drain your pockets of 10 grand so fast,

all the fake energy water in the world won’t

rehydrate them.

Christopher Herrmann: [sighs]

Otis Zvonecek: Uh, huh. Yes.

Overnight it, please.

They wanna know where to send the refund.

Non-refundable [chuckles]

Christopher Herrmann: Hello? Yeah.

cutscene

Kelly Severide: You seen Vargas?

Hadley: Yeah, he’s heading in. Oh hey, you got a phone call a few

minutes ago, by the way. Some woman, name was Anna?

Kelly Severide: Oh, okay, thanks.

Hey Vargas, grab your rappelling gear.

Jose Vargas: What? Shift’s ending.

Kelly Severide: You heard me.

cutscene

[train passing]

Terrance: This is Darell.

Chief Boden: This is Detective Dawson.

Antonio Dawson: What have you got for us, kid?

Darell: Voight bad, man. Whole West Side up and down know to

step back.

Antonio Dawson: You done favours for him?

Darell: Yeah. Hell, enough to get tight.

Antonio Dawson: Yeah? What’s he told you?

Darell: Mess with the lady, expect a payday. But go after you?

He said he’s take care of all of us. “Anything you need,”

he said. ‘Get out of jail free’ passes for me and some

others.

Matt Casey: So you’ll wear a wire?

Darell: Hell, yeah.

Antonio Dawson: When did Voight reach out last?

Darell: Two weeks ago.

Matt Casey: Two weeks?

Darell: Maybe a week.

Matt Casey: Which is it?

Darell: A week then.

Antonio Dawson: Ay-yi-yi.

Darell: Whatever you want it to be, you tell me.

Matt Casey: This guy’s full of it.

Darell: Look, I get paid, I get you what you want. Everybody makes

out. Problems go away. It’s capitalism man.

Chief Boden: Get the hell out of here.

Darell: It ain’t gotta be like that.

Chief Boden: I said get the hell out.

Darell: Right.

Terrance: I thought he was legit.

Chief Boden: Casey!

cutscene

Gabby Dawson: Sorry for the wait, Peter Mills.

Bon appetit.

Peter Mills: Thank you.

[sniffs] So good.

Gabby Dawson: Good luck.

Peter Mills: Yeah?

Mmm. Chicken…rotisserie?

Gabby Dawson: Mmhmm.

Peter Mills: Bacon, red peppers, sweet onions, a tablespoon of

butter?

Gabby Dawson: Mmhmm.

Peter Mills: Uh huh. Uh, oil…olive oil.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah.

Peter Mills: Uh…[sniffs]

Gruyere cheese?

Gabby Dawson: Yeah.

Peter Mills: Yeah?

Gabby Dawson: And parmesan…

Peter Mills: No, please don’t spot me. I can get it.

Gabby Dawson: I gotta spot you ‘cause you’re not gonna get it.

Peter Mills: What won’t I get? What am I missing?

Gabby Dawson: The thing that makes it a family secret.

Peter Mills: Ah.

Gabby Dawson: Ah.

Peter Mills: Tell me what it is.

Gabby Dawson: No [chuckles]

Peter Mills: Look, I will tell my mom to put it on the menu

tomorrow.

Gabby Dawson: [laughs]

Peter Mills: We can call it “Grandma Dawson’s mac and cheese.”

Come on.

Gabby Dawson: Another one bites the dust.

Peter Mills: Ah.

Gabby Dawson: Oh. Bam.

Peter Mills: [chuckles]

Gabby Dawson: [laughs]

Peter Mills: All right.

[sniffs]

Nutmeg.

Gabby Dawson: Nobody ever gets that. Ever.

Peter Mills: Ooh!

Yes, yes!

Gabby Dawson: [laughs] How did you do that?

You are lucky.

Peter Mills: Nobody but me, baby.

Gabby Dawson: Oh my God [laughs]

[phone rings]

Gabby Dawson: That’s just…that’s friggin’ luck.

Peter Mills: That is talent. That is all that is.

Gabby Dawson: One sec.

Mouch, what do you know?

Mouch: Yeah I’ve got bad news. They’ve scheduled a hearing.

I tried like hell to fight it off, but that’s the way it stands.

I’ll call you later with more.

Gabby Dawson: Mills, where do you keep the liquor?

cutscene

Capp: There he is.

Kelly Severide: And time!

6:42, ladies. He obliterated your old time.

Hadley: [laughs]

Kelly Severide: Get up here.

Capp: I’m not helping his ass up here.

Jose Vargas: [exhales]

Kelly Severide: Now sit your ass down, Vargas. You earned it.

Jose Vargas: [panting]

Kelly Severide: Welcome to the squad.

Jose Vargas: [sighs] Before breakfast?

Kelly Severide: After shift.

[cans clinking]

Kelly Severide: Have a seat.

Jose Vargas: [groans & panting]

Hadley: Did you ever call Anna back?

Kelly Severide: Nah.

Hadley: Oh, now I remember.

Anna. Yeah, she was a pharmaceutical rep or something

like that.

Kelly Severide: Was she? I don’t…We never talked.

cutscene

[train passing]

Anna: I know I shouldn’t have called the firehouse.

Here.

Kelly Severide: Thank you.

Anna: Be careful with these. Take them only when necessary.

Kelly Severide: I will.

Anna: I’m in town two more days.

Kelly Severide: Cool. I’ll let you know.

[train passing]

[car door shut]

[engine roars]

cutscene

[cell phone vibrating]

[car door shuts]

Chief Boden: What?

Give it to me.

I’m only gonna tell you one more time, Casey.

Give it to me.

Go on and get out of here.

Go home.

[engine starts]

- end -

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What Do You Want From Me? Ch 16

Lance Tucker x Reader

Words: 1998

Warnings: Language

A/N: Lance gets with the program, but is it too late? Enjoy!

Lance watched as her car drove away down the driveway and make its way onto the main road. For some reason he was cemented to that spot; feet deciding not to move.

“Well, that shit show is finally over…shall we get back to us?”

He heard the voice behind him say with a little too much confidence than necessary. She reached out and places her hand on his shoulder in a seductive touch, and he was immediately thrown back into the reality of what just transpired at his home.

Lance turned around and met his PA’s eyes with an almost threatening look. “Remove your hand from me now!” Lance demands through clenched teeth.

The woman looks at him shocked at his response to her touch, but does as requested, “Lance? Did I do something wrong?”

Lance walks into the house, bypassing the woman, leaving her standing at the door. She begins to follow him, but the former playboy is not stupid and is having none of it.

“Don't take another step!” He yells at her, walking around the house collecting her things she has scattered around like she owns the place.

“I-I don't understand? Wh-what did I do?” The woman has panic written all over her face and Lance has no fucks left to give.

“I can't believe I listened to you!” Lance grabs her keys and looks for the ones to his house. “How could I have let you inside my head? Fuck!” He's fumbling as he locates the keys and removes them from her key ring.

“Listen to me?! Lance, you can't possibly think any of this is ok?! You're just going to stand here, excusing what she did?!”

The man stops and looks at her like she's just grown two heads. She's obviously still trying to portray him as the victim to gain favor. God, he can't believe how close he was to fucking her!

“Yeah… I am!”

“B-but, she's nothing but a lying little whore!”

Lance stops dead in his tracks about a foot away from her and deadpans, “says the woman that just had my dick in her mouth! How'd that taste?!”

Her mouth drops wide open and she's shocked at his words.

“Oh, I see you've perfected how to open your mouth. Careful…wouldn't want everyone to get the impression you're a thirsty little slut that loves cock. What was it you said ‘oh Lance, I love to suck cock! I'll make you forget all about her!’ News flash…even Hope Gregory sucks dick better than you!”

Lance places her things in her arms and ushers her out the door.

“You're fired!”

He's about to shut the door in her horrified looking face but has to make sure she knows who she's fucking with, “Oh, if you get any ideas about lawyering up...I had cameras installed before you even started working here. Every moment, every sound, every fuck you, has been recorded and downloaded. Think anyone will believe I forced myself on you? And I burned my sheets, by the way! I can't believe you fingered yourself on my bed! Didn't know I could make a girl cum without even being in the house! Should probably get you vag checked, they smelled like the fish ladder. Nobody like a dirty snatch!” And with that he slams the door, leaving his former PA standing on his doorstep stunned and devastated.

What the fuck has he done? He can't even begin to grasp how fucked he really is. Not only did he let that woman prey on his emotional state, which ended up in a lousy blow job and he didn't even come, she also somehow got into his head that he needed to go after Y/N for lying to him.

Now, he can admit part of him was upset for that. She should have told him right away, so they could deal with the pregnancy and how to go forward as parents and maybe even a couple. Jase wouldn't have been an issue, and Claire…Claire! How could he forget about her!

“Fuck!” He yells out into his house. He just fed into Claire’s plan! Jase was right; he and Claire deserve each other. He’s always acting without thinking, and damn anyone that gets hurt in the process. “Shit!”

Speaking of hurt, Y/N was hurt! His mind was now moving on and racing at a hundred miles an hour.

The woman he loved stood on his doorstep, hurt by his words and she yelled at him. In doing so, something was happening with the babies, his babies, and now he felt like the biggest jackass in the world. Lance Tucker, former God of Gymnastics, shall now be known as the King of the Asshats! He may have to have that engraved on his tombstone.

Grabbing his phone, he had to find her...make sure they were ok. He called her cellphone first, but it went straight to voicemail. That was expected. Y/N probably deleted his number or plans to anyway. She'll never want to speak to him again.

Maybe he could call the hospitals. Jase said he was going to take her there, but which one? Calling would do no good; privacy laws. What if he went to each one? He could do that, beg them, tell him he was a distraught father looking for his pregnant fiancé, they might take pity on him. It's worth a shot.

Two hours later he was standing in the waiting room of the labor and delivery unit. It was late and the young girl at the desk took pity on him and let him know what floor Y/N was on. Even though he knew he wasn't welcome, he had to come. He owed it to her and his babies. If anything, he just needed to know they were alright.

A nurse came out and greeted him after he had explained he was the father and he just needed to know they were ok.

“I can't give you any information, but...if you promise not to upset her, I'll give you five minutes. I just came from there and she’s awake. She sent her fiancé home to sleep.”

Lance nodded in understanding, “her boyfriend’s an attorney. Probably has a big case he's working on; and I promise...I won't upset her.”

The nurse gives him a reluctant smile and leads him through the halls to Y/N’s room. Lance passes the nurses station but doesn't look at any of the ladies staring at him. He feels as though he's doing the walk of shame, all eyes on him, and he can't look at them. He's had enough looks of disappointment and disgust this evening to last his entire life…he can't handle any more.

“Ms. Y/L/N. You have a visitor?”

Lance walks in with the nurse and sees your eyes are almost closed. “I thought I told you to go ho-oh hell no!”

“I told him five minutes, but I can make him leave?” It was more of a question than a statement.

Lance swallow and looks at Y/N, face full of regret. “I promise, five minutes.”

Y/N nods to the nurse but is still seething with anger.

“Good luck?” She says as she walks out, shutting the door behind her.

Lance moves himself closer to the bed, never taking his eyes off the woman he still loves and sits in the chair next to her bed. “I'm sorry.”

Her eyes never soften at his words. “Wow! It only took you a minute. So glad you got that out because I was not prepared to sit here and listen to your bull shit for five agonizingly long minutes. Thanks for stopping…buh bye!” Nope, she's still angry.

Lance let's out a sigh and puts his face in hands. “Ugh, I fucked up!”

It comes out muffled, but he knows she heard it. He peeks out at her through his fingers, trying to hide his eyes like a child caught stealing a cookie before dinner. Y/N doesn't respond sitting there stone faced. The monitors she's hooked up to don't change, beeping staying the same. He knows he's lost her, there's no coming back from it this time.

“Seems to be a common conversation we have. I'm sorry. I fucked up. Your emotions seem to be a driving force for you. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were emotionally unstable.”

How she manages to stay calm is beyond him. He's been on the receiving end of one of her verbal lashings, trying to put him in place. This is very uncharacteristic for her.

“Clearly, you're a horrible judge of character, and you’re quite the man whore. Guess it was only a matter of time before you fell back into old behaviors.”

Lance’s mouth opens to counter but she's too quick, and she raises her hand at him. “I've been around you too long to know when a woman's gotten her way with you.”

Y/N shakes her head and takes in a deep breath, “I thought you changed, but I was so wrong, and you know what? That's ok! I feel that with all your horrible life choices you continue to make, your way of life is just not conducive to a stable environment for the children. So tomorrow I'll be calling my lawyer and I'll counter your suit. The twins shouldn't be subjugated to the whorish ways of their biological father.” Her face void of all emotions. Lance nearly breaks at the sight.

This was all his doing. How could he be such a fucking idiot? She was his world...his life! Lance wanted those twins to be his, wanted her to be his so they could be a family. He was nearly there until he went back to his house and let the she devil talk him out of everything he wanted. She made him believe Y/N was just toying with him, playing with his emotions. Why he was he so quick to believe it, he'll never know, but it cost him the most important things in his life. At this point he can only pray Y/N would have a change of heart and help him become the man that he lost only a few hours ago.

“Your time’s up. You need to go, and I need sleep.” Her face was still solemn, and her tone was dry.

Lance gets up from the chair and makes his way to the door.

“Lance…,” she says flatly, “I'll be marrying Jase in a couple of days. Whatever Claire's reasoning, she's almost completed her goal. You single handedly threw me in his arms. Hope she was worth it.”

Y/N turns her head away from the door and tries to get comfortable. There's nothing he can do but watch. Lance Tucker has just officially lost the love of his life.

Opening the door, he walks out of her room hearing nothing but the monitors beep behind him as he closes the door. He moves over to the wall, throwing his back up against it and begins to bang his head.

Lance had a single moment of weakness, and it cost him the woman he loves and the children he’s grown to love. She'll never let him come near her and knows for certain, Y/N won't let him be anywhere near where she delivers the twins. ‘Lance Tucker is incapable of love and I hope you die alone!’ her words filled his head. He’d lost and there wasn't anything he could do now, right. Or was there?

Leaving the hospital, he pulled out his phone and called the one person he despised the most.

Claire answers on the second ring like she was expecting his call. “Hello Lance…bout time you called.” She sounds so self-assured.

He has no interest in small talk. He only needs to say the words and be done.

“You want me, bitch?! Come get me!” he didn't even wait for a response. He hung up the phone and walked to his car. Game on bitch.

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