All language subtitles for Chicago Fire s13e14 Bar Time.eng

- Would you look
at us, Herrmann?

Making rank at our age.

- It got me thinking.

Can you really see me
sitting at a desk all day?

- I don't want you to grind
toward that chief exam

just for me, man.

It's what you want, too,
though, right?

- I hate that I didn't
suss that guy out sooner.

- No, it is not
your fault, Sam.

You're supposed to be able
to trust people in those rooms.

I hope it doesn't
push you away.

- I'm Sam. I'm an alcoholic.

Part of me isn't convinced
I need to be here,

but I don't feel
too comfortable

in my regular life, either.

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Oh, oh, oh.

Whoops!

[laughs]

Thank you.

That was almost a disaster.

- You expecting
extra mayhem tonight?

- Yes.

It is Friday night
of pay weekend,

which means it triples
the calls to all places

that serve drinks.
- Right, right.

Pay weekend.

Nothing worse than a bunch
of drunks on the loose.

- Yeah.

I don't mean to pry, but if
you don't mind me asking,

how are things going
with the program?

- Pry all you want.

Uh...

it's been good.

Really good.

Hitting a bunch of meetings.

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm. Yeah.

I, uh, went to
a great one last night.

- Oh.

Sam, that is great to hear.

- Literally every
salty or sweet thing

in this firehouse in case we
never make it back here to eat.

Did you hear about
our midnight ride-along?

- Someone's coming now?
- Mm-hmm. Any minute.

It's a
firefighter-slash-army medic.

Apparently, bar time in Chicago
is the best way

to brush up
on combat zone skills.

All sorts of fun trauma.

Well, I have a feeling
it is gonna be awesome.

- You see what
I have to deal with?

Relentless positivity.

[soft music]

[copy machine whirring]

- Hey, Mouch,
you using this thing?

- Sorry, yep. All finished.

And if anyone asks,
this is official CFD business

and not a proposal
for my next romance novel.

- And these are
incident reports,

not a bunch of forms
for the adoption agency

that Kelly and I
wanna work with.

- Hey, that's great!

So you've officially started
the whole process, huh?

- Yeah, but don't
hold your breath.

It could take a while.

We still have to apply,
get approved,

go through background checks,
do a complete home study.

- Eh, I'm sure you'll pass
it all with flying colors.

- Ah!
- It is what it is.

- What's going on in there?

- You know how Squad
is over at 67

to help cover
the hotel protests?

- Yes.

- Well, Pascal was put
on the same assignment,

so he tasked Herrmann
with a massive pile

of chief-level training records
and incident reports.

- [groans]

?

What are you looking at?

Huh?

I'm handling this fine!

[door slams]

- Uh, I thought you guys
were covering

some all-night protests.

- It's 20 degrees outside.

All night lasted about an hour
before everybody bailed.

- So it's back to 67?

- Nope.
Severide said we're done.

I'm going home.

- Ah.

- Just gotta grab
my wallet and then

it is off to live the dream.

Getting paid to sit
on my couch and do nothing.

- Is that the dream?

- It is when you have two kids.

Oh, damn it, I did it again.

- I don't know how you
keep losing your wallet.

- Javi gave me
a new one for Christmas.

And God love him,
it's like a brick.

I have to take it out of my
pocket every time I sit down.

Must have left it
on the table or something.

[locker slams]
Damn.

?

- You know, I talked
to Kwan over at 87.

You know when their
last ride-along was?

He couldn't even remember.

That is how long it has been.

Why do we keep getting
punished with them?

- Or maybe we keep
getting assigned them

because we're awesome.

- Well, hey, if they're gonna
saddle us with someone,

at least he's easy on the eyes.

?

- Yeah, he is also
my ex-fianc�.

- Hey, Lizzie.
- Wow.

It's been a while, huh?

- Yeah,
that's an understatement.

I didn't know you were
floating at 51 now.

- I'm not. It's, um, permanent.

So you joined the army?
- Yeah.

I guess we're both
trying new things.

- [clears throat]
Hi, I'm Violet Mikami, PIC.

Good to meet you.

- Scott Osbourne.

Most folks call me Oz.

Thank you for letting me
hitchhike tonight.

Excited to see some action.

[alarm blares]

- Ambulance 61, person
injured, 47 Hubbard Street.

- Well, you got your wish.
Let's load up.

Witching hour
is about to begin.

[dramatic music]

[siren wailing]

[rowdy chatter]

[glasses shattering,
blows landing]

This the kind of action
you were hoping for?

- Hell yeah.

- All right, make way.
Excuse me.

Make way.

[glass shatters]
Behind you. Watch out.

Make way, make way.
- Whoa! Hey!

- Oh, my God!

- Hey, did somebody call
for a medic?

- Hey, back up! Back up!

- I'll kick your ass!
- Over there!

He needs help.
- Back up!

- Okay, okay.
- Come on.

- Great job.
- Chill.

- Hi, I'm Violet.
What's your name?

- Josh.
- All right, Josh.

We're here to help you out.

?

- No fluid or
blood in the ears.

Pupils are equal and reactive.
- Okay.

Possible C-spine injury.
Let's get a C-collar on him.

[tense music]

So, Josh, what happened?

Did you get into a fight
with that guy?

- I might have said something
about his girlfriend.

- Yeah, that'll do it.

- Say she looks like
Post Malone one more time,

you prick!

- Hey, take it easy, pal.

Don't step in it
any deeper tonight, all right?

Back up.

- Whatever.

- All right, they're gonna have
to remove this at the hospital.

It needs stitches.

Let's just wrap it
and secure the site.

- Okay.

- Hey, pay attention,
91 Whiskey.

Scalps are sneaky bleeders.

You can't always tell how
much blood is coming out,

and the wraps don't always
provide enough pressure.

- So how do you
stop the bleeding?

- You just put consistent,
direct pressure

right on the bleed.
That's it.

- Yeah.
- This guy gonna be okay?

- I hope so.
Is he a friend of yours?

- Nah.

My buddy Theo and I
were having some drinks.

These guys started beefing,
so we jumped in to break it up.

- That's right. We're heroes.

- Okay, party's over
for you, pal.

Hey, trucker hat.

Why don't you take
your buddy home

before he falls flat
on the floor?

Okay?

- Here you go, Josh.

Let's get him out of here.
- Let's go.

All right. I got you.
- Okay. Get in.

- Under your arm, all right?

- Here we go. Grab that.
- Get him up.

- Let's move.
- We're off.

I got you.

Get him home.

- Kidd's got you scrubbing
the whole floor tonight, huh?

- No, she didn't ask.

- I guess it's
a good time to do it.

Squad's gone. Medics are busy.

- Yeah.

[pensive music]

?

I stop working, I start
crawling out of my skin.

So I keep working.

?

- Damn, this thing
froze up again.

I'm gonna go reboot it.
I'll be right back.

- Beer bottle shard
in the skull. [chuckles]

Bet you won't
see that on the battlefield.

- That's what we're doing?

We're just gonna...?
- What?

- No. It's fine.

It's better, actually.

I don't wanna open up
that whole can of worms.

- Really?
'Cause it kind of seems like

you want to open up
the whole can of-

- I don't.

- If you say so.

- [chuckles]

I can't believe
you ghosted me, Lizzie.

I mean, who does that?

Who leaves an engagement ring
on the counter

with no note, no phone call,
not even a text?

- I don't know, okay?

I wasn't-like, I didn't have
this whole thought-out plan.

All I knew was that-

- You didn't wanna get married.

Yeah, got the memo.

- That you didn't
wanna get married.

?

What, are you-are you
seriously telling me

that you were ready
to settle down?

Mr. I just joined the army
so that I could see the world?

- I spent my life savings
on that dinky little rock.

I got on one knee.

- Yeah, that's not
really an answer.

Besides, it's not like you
were blowing up my phone,

either, after I left, were you?

- You disappeared!

What'd you expect, me to hunt
you down, beg you not to leave?

- No, no, no, of course not.

Because Scott Osbourne
would never stoop so low.

- And neither
would Lizzie Novak.

- Hey. Everything okay?

[soft tense music]

- Great.

- Main to 61.

Person down from
unknown causes, 8212 Logan.

- Copy that, Main.
We're on our way.

[sighs]
God.

[knock on door]

- What?

- Hey.
- Hey, buddy.

Just, uh, came by to check
on you, see how you're doing.

- You know, that door
was closed for a reason.

- Herrmann.
- Yeah?

- This is too much
for one person.

Let us help.

There's no need for you
to hole up in here

and do it all alone.

- Mm. I'm fine.

I got a system.

I've been timing my progress,
and I get through

about 2 inches of this stack
in an hour.

And that means that
I should be done around-

How is it 1:00 a.m. already?

- Exactly.
You can't stay up all night.

- No, no, no, no, no.

I was supposed
to get these budgets

to Chief Walker by midnight!

Oh!

You know, I was given one
other thing to do by Pascal,

and I screwed it up!

- Somehow, I doubt destroying
his furniture will help.

- Herrmann, come on.

Let us take care
of that for you.

- What? How?

- The pencil pushers
over at headquarters

will not even glance
at the budget reports

until 9:00 a.m. on Monday.

So we can scan it
and email them in.

- And what,
leave a digital trail?

Timestamped proof
that I failed to deliver?

I have to prove to Chief that
I can handle things on my own.

- Gentlemen, I am out.

- [laughs]
You found your wallet?

- Yeah, it was under
Capp's coloring book

on the Squad table.

Nothing standing
in the way of me,

my couch and doing absolutely-

[tires squealing]

- Street racers?

[tense music]

?

- [grunts]

- Ritter!
Get Herrmann and Kidd!

Can you hear me?

Sir, can you hear me?

- All right,
we gotta get him inside

in case these guys
come back for him.

[tense music]

?

- Hey, what the hell happened?

- He's got GSWs to the chest
and the abdomen,

and he's bleeding out fast.
- Okay.

Let's get the chest seals
and the gauze.

Let's find the bullet holes
and control the bleeding.

- Copy.

- Okay.

- No exits.
- No exits?

- No.

- Okay, we gotta get this man
to the hospital now.

- All right. 51 to Main.

We need an ambulance
at the firehouse.

We have a gunshot victim.

- Firehouse 51,
the next available ambulance

is 15 minutes out.

- Bars are letting out.

I'm sure the ambos
are all slammed.

- He'll bleed out by then.

- Okay, we can
transport him in the truck.

Put him on the floor
of the crew cab.

But we would need approval.

- 51 to Main.

We have a victim with
three GSWs losing blood fast.

Permission for Truck 81
to load and go.

- Come on.

- Permission granted.

- Let's go!
- Go.

- All right, on three.
One, two, three.

Watch the bag.

- Let's go, let's go, let's go!

- The victim was
thrown out of the car

in front of the firehouse.

He's got three gunshot wounds
to the chest and abdomen.

We packed and sealed
the wounds as best we could.

- We got it from here.

- Whoa, I didn't have
seeing Truck here

on my bingo card for tonight.

- It was a pretty bad
GSW dump and run at 51.

- How's the victim?

- It was touch and go
for a minute,

but hopefully he'll be okay.

How's the ride-along going?

- Oh, um...

[whispering]
Those two used to be engaged.

- Oh.

- Yikes.

- Good luck with that.

- Yeah, I better get started on
the mountain of intake forms.

I will see you
back at the house.

See you back at Truck, Carver.
- Mm-hmm.

- See you at 51.
- Mm-hmm.

- Carver!

- Uh, Millin. Hey.
- You on shift again?

You pulled back-to-backs at 40,
then went straight to 51.

Damn.

- I like to keep busy.

See you around.

[alarm beeping]

- Ambulance 61,
person in distress,

136 West Huron.

- Here we go!

- [groaning]

- Hey.
What are you still doing here?

- I know, right?

I got blood all over me,
so I had to take a shower

and change out before I left.

- All right, well,
this is great.

You know, now I
don't have to spend time

locking everything up.
- Wait, wait.

I'm not sticking around.

- No, I gotta take
the engine out real quick.

All the rigs are out, and I
need you to hold down the fort.

- Oh, Herrmann. Come on.

- Hey, Joe,
don't make me pull rank.

[soft playful music]

- What kind of an errand
could you possibly

have to run at this hour?

- This won't take long,
I promise, all right?

Listen, my ass is
on the line here, all right?

Truck will be back in a minute.
Then you can go.

- Herrmann, I-

?

[groans]

[siren wailing]

- Sorry things were weird
at Med earlier.

That was totally unprofessional
and won't happen again.

- No, it's all good.

- Okay.

Hey, are you okay?

'Cause you seem a little-

- Yeah.
Yeah, no, it's not that.

I'm just-I'm thinking about-

- Carver?

- Yes.

He said he went
to a meeting last night.

But then I heard
Millin say that Carver

just pulled back-to-back shifts
at 40's house.

Which means...

- What?

You think he's lying?

- I don't know, but...

- I mean, why would he?

You guys probably just
got your wires crossed.

[alarm beeps]

- Ambulance 61,
you're being held.

Return.

- Copy that, Main.
Ambulance 61 returning.

Well, I think that's
a sign from the universe

to give the chips a rest
and to finally

stop for an actual meal.

- Oh, yes. Please.

I'm about to eat my arm off.
- Mm-hmm.

- Hey, what about
Demetra's Diner?

I think we're close.

- Oh, is that that little
hole in the wall on Cermak?

- It's on Archer, actually.

You still go there?

- Hell yeah.

You don't?

I mean, it's the best chicken
fried steak in the city.

How can I give that up?

- Well, I hope you're
watching your cholesterol.

- Well, I'm sold.
- Yes.

- Ambulance 61, person down
from unknown causes,

1925 West Wolcott.

[tense music]

- What?

- That's our friend's bar.

- Copy that, Main.
Ambulance 61 en route.

[siren wailing]

- Over here!

- Hey, make way.
- Come on, move.

- She needs help now.

?

- Hey, what happened?

- This woman was
sitting on the table,

and she just fell over
onto the floor.

When I checked on her,
she was burning up

and her pulse was racing.

So I called 911.
- What's her name?

- I actually don't know.
- Her name's Rachel.

She's my girlfriend.

- How many drinks
has she had tonight?

- I don't think she had any.

- Is that true?

- I only served her water.

[tense music]

?

- Did Rachel take
any drugs tonight?

- No.

- Blood sugar is normal.

BP's high. She's tachycardic.

- Is there any chance
that someone put

something in her water glass?

- No, I was with her
the whole time.

- Hey, did you see anything?

- No, and I filled her glass
a couple of times.

She kept wanting more water,
was chugging it down.

- Oxygen saturation
is 94 and dropping.

- All right. I need the truth.

Did Rachel take
any type of drug right now?

We need to know if
we're gonna help her.

- We were at a party
earlier tonight.

We might have
popped some molly.

- Thank you.

- We need to up
her sodium levels.

- Yep. Start a saline IV. Now.

- What are you thinking?

- MDMA raises
your body's core temp

and mimics signs
of dehydration.

But drinking too much water
can cause hyponatremia,

which is potentially fatal.

We need to replenish
her sodium levels

for as long as it takes
to get her to the hospital.

?

- Okay. IV's in.
- Great.

All right, let's get her
on the stretcher.

- Ready?

Three, two, one.

- We're taking her
to the Gaffney Medical Center.

You can meet us there.

- You helped save
her life tonight.

Calling 911 right away
like that?

Thanks, Damon.

?

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Ah, Jesus, criminy.

Chief Walker.

Wow, uh, you're really burning
the midnight oil, huh?

- Captain Herrmann.

- Hi. I was-I was just-

I meant to bring
those by earlier.

They're-they're 51's, uh...

they're the budget reports.

- These were due hours ago.

- I know, it's just
we had a call come in,

and this guy, he got dropped
right on our apron.

He had three gunshot wounds.
Here.

- Don't let it happen again.

- Copy that, Chief.

Next time, 51's reports will
be turned in...[whistles]

- Good.
- Okay.

- Excuses are for those
who need them.

[apprehensive music]

- Yes, sir.

- Anyone know
where Engine went?

- Yeah, I didn't hear
a call come over the radio.

- Huh.

- Thought Joe would
have gone home by now.

- Think we should wake him?

[soft music]

- I mean, it looks like
he wanted to stay here.

Yeah.

All right, let's hit the bunks
before the next call comes in.

- Mm-hmm.

- Hey, can you get
started on the redress?

I'll just be a minute.
- Yep.

- I'll help you.

That was quick thinking
back at that call.

- Yeah, I'm glad
we got there on time.

Otherwise, Rachel could have
gone into rhabdo,

cardiac arrest, or a whole
bunch of other things.

None of them good.

- That guy, Damon,

good thing he was there
to make the call.

Are, uh, are you guys
a thing, or...?

- It's not really
your business.

- I didn't mean to pry.

- Well, there's nothing
going on there.

We're just friends.

- I'm not asking
because I'm jealous,

if that's what you're thinking.

In fact, I'm engaged again.

Yeah, I'm hoping
this one sticks.

- Wow.

Good for you.

Forever hopeful, huh?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I guess I am.

- Well, I'm happy for you.

Best wishes,
you know, as they say.

- Thanks, Lizzie.

[soft music]

?

- Hey.

How's it going with the exes?
They battling?

- I heard you talking
to Millin from 40.

- What?

- You worked a shift
at 40 last night.

But you told me that
you were at a great meeting.

- Uh, that's right.

I was on shift last night.

I guess I got confused.

[alarm blares]

- Truck 81, Ambulance 61.

Motor vehicle accident,
443 South Jefferson.

[siren wailing]

[tense music]

?

- That's the guy
from the bar fight.

- All right, Mouch, Ritter,
we got one pinned under here.

Grab the airbags and cribbing.
- Copy.

- Carver, you get the driver.

- Copy.

[tense music]

- Okay.

- [grunting]

Hold tight.
We're gonna get you out.

?

There we go. Let's go.

- [groans]

- Hey. What the hell, man?

- His airway has an occlusion.

His tongue is
at the back of his throat.

We gotta get him
breathing again.

- I can do a jaw thrust.

- Okay, get in there.

- Oh, God.

I ran him over?

We were racing.
I didn't see him.

- Sit here. Don't move.

?

[bones crack]

- Nice. All right.

Oz, grab the stretcher
and get me a blanket.

Novak, ready the backboard
and grab me a C-collar.

Carver, Ritter...
- I'm in.

- Awesome.

?

- Ryan?

Ryan!

- Sir!

- Ryan!

- Carver, get him back.

- You gotta move back.

Hey, you gotta move back.

Let them do their job. Come on.

- I'm sorry, Ryan.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't see you.

- All right. Keep it coming.

Keep it coming and he's clear.

Pull him out.

Let's get him up.
Pull the backboard out.

- Backboard's clear. Go.

- One, two, three. All right.

Okay.

All right.

Okay.

- Hey, we're gonna stay here
and wait

for PD to handle the DUI.

- Copy.
All right, guys, let's move.

- I'm sorry, man!

It was an accident!

?

- How's he doing?

- He didn't regain
consciousness.

- And the doctors are hoping
that the hypoxic hit

wasn't bad enough to cause
permanent brain damage, but...

- Damn it.

I told that drunk idiot
to go home.

If he'd just listened...

- Yeah, two lives wouldn't
have been ruined tonight.

[alarm beeping]

- Are you on shift today?
- Yeah.

I gotta head back to my place
before I go to the firehouse,

so I better get going.

Thanks for letting me
tag along.

I definitely got my money's
worth, that's for sure.

- Yeah, anytime, Oz.

[soft music]

?

- I think we handled that
pretty well.

- We killed it.

Do you-you remember that
first time at Demetra's?

We hung out there
for, like, six hours.

- Yeah, like 30 cups of coffee.

I've never been more
caffeinated in my life.

- That's why I still
go there, you know?

Maybe we didn't end so hot,
but we had some good times.

- I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

- No, it's not.

What I did,
leaving with no explanation,

you don't do that to someone
that you care about.

- I knew from the moment
I met you, actually,

that you were like this mirage.

And I realized the closer
I would try to get to you,

the more you would just...

And I'm not saying
that's your fault.

It's just who you are.

- Or maybe who I used to be.

Hey, I've been at 51
for over a year now.

- I don't blame you.

You've got a kickass
partner over there.

- Well, make it
back in one piece

because you have a fianc�e
waiting for you now.

?

- Oh, God.
- Hey, you're back.

When I saw Engine was out,
I thought you might be making

a run for the Canadian border.

- Nah, we just-
we took a ride to sneak

those budget reports in.

But I got my hand caught in
the cookie jar by Chief Walker.

- Ugh.

But they're in.
- Yeah.

Only now there is no way
that I'm gonna finish

all this claptrap in time.

So, you know, Pascal.

He gets in here
at 8:00 a.m. sharp

when I'll be, you know,
just sucking it up,

having to admit
that I wasn't able

to handle all this.

- Herrmann, what the hell?

- Why are you still here?

- I was waiting for you
to get back.

Why didn't anybody wake me up?

- You looked so peaceful.

We didn't wanna disturb you.

- Okay, look, I'm leaving.

For real this time.

If you need something, you can
ask someone else that isn't me.

- Well, hang on. Cruz.

- Oh.

[soft playful music]

What?

- You're absolutely right.

- Yes, I know I am.

About what?

- We got eight heads
in this house.

We split up that stack
between all of us...

- [groans]

- I daresay we could finish it
before Pascal gets back.

- Nah. Come on, Mouch.

I told you.
Pascal put it on me to do.

- Pascal asked you
to get it done.

He never specified how.

I think it is high time
you embrace

one of management's most
cherished tools:

delegation.

Clock's ticking.
Let the delegating begin.

Come on.

- Are you drinking in here?

- What?

Violet-
- Sam, I can smell it on you.

- The guy from the last call
spilled booze all over me.

I came in here to change.

- You lied to me about going
to that meeting last night.

- No, I wasn't lying.

- Really?

Should I call over at 40?
Ask them?

[soft tense music]

- I didn't mean it as a lie.

I just said it.

- Yeah, you-you did!

Right to my face, like I
don't even matter to you?

Why would you do that?

- I am sorry.

It kind of flew out
of my mouth, I guess.

But I'm not drinking in here.
I wouldn't do that.

- Hey, I mean, maybe you
are telling the truth.

But honestly,
I don't even know.

Because if you can outright
lie to me once, then...

I mean,

you're not even you anymore.

[alarm blares]

- Ambulance 61.

Intoxicated person,
7212 West North Avenue.

- Vi.

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[siren wailing]

- Are you-did you get into it
with Carver or something?

- Let's talk about
something else.

Anything else.

- Okay. Of course.

That was something,
seeing Oz again.

- I bet.

- It's messing
with my head a little bit.

I mean...

I can't help but think
maybe I let the wrong one go.

- No. No way.

You let people go for a reason.

And don't ever forget that
or you'll drive yourself crazy.

- Yeah.

You're probably right.

[pensive music]

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- You have a minute
for me, Lieutenant?

- Yeah.

Is this about
what happened on that call?

I saw that guy spill
his drink all over you.

- I need to take
some time away.

- Come on.

What's going on?

- I thought I could
handle it, you know?

One day at a time.

But after everything went down
at Violet's, I had a drink.

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Then another.

And it just-
it just felt right.

- You take a drink on shift?

- No.

The only time I haven't taken
a drink is when I'm on shift.

But I sure as hell
keep thinking about it.

I worked my whole life
for this job.

I don't wanna risk losing it.

But I gotta really
get myself sorted out.

And I need a chance

to build some kind of
foundation, I guess,

before I can rely
on those meetings for help.

I'm sorry, Lieutenant.

You asked me to step up,
and instead, I-

I'm letting you down.

- You did not let me down.

I'm proud of you, Carver.

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- Uno!

- Hey, but mine was bigger.

- Yeah, who even
split these up?

- Guys, it's not a race.

Because I just won.

Oh!

[overlapping speech]

- Hey! Stop, all right?

Listen, everybody.

All right?

Thank you for having
my back on this.

There's no way that I could
have done this without you.

- You'd have done the same
for any of us.

- Mm-hmm.
- You bet I would.

- Well, I am heading home
to sleep for two straight days.

Any idea when Carver's
planning on coming back?

- Not yet, but his spot
will be waiting for him.

- [yawns]
- Okay.

See you all next shift.

- Yup!
I am also getting out of here.

Don't even try and stop me.

- 7:59.

Right at the buzzer.

Hey, you did it, Herrmann.

Pascal doesn't need to know
that we helped.

- Yeah, but what does it
say about me?

You know, whether or not
I can pull off being a chief?

- I'd say you definitely
pulled it off.

Part of being a good leader
is having people

who wanna work hard for you.

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- All right.

- Ah, Violet.

You got a sec?

- Yeah.

- No more ride-alongs.

Like, ever.

Please?

- Yeah.

Everything okay?

- Yeah.
I just-I wanted to-

I wanted you to hear it
from me that Carver's

gone for a little while.

- Gone?

Didn't even get a text.

- Yeah, let me-
let me catch you up.

- [groans]

I cannot believe
I got convinced

to stay the entire shift.

- You're a good friend.

- No, I'm a sucker.
You know what?

Learn from my mistake.

Never go into that firehouse
on your shift off.

Like a black hole,
you can't escape.

- The only thing
I got from this

is to never leave
my wallet behind again.

- Oh!

- You didn't?

- [sighs]
I did.

I think I left it
in the common room.

Hey, um...

[soft playful music]

Would you be a pal
and maybe just-

- You just said not to
go in there off-shift.

- I say a lot of things.

- You're on your own.

- [stammers]

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[growls]

[somber music]

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[dramatic music]

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[wolf howls]

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