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- I've loved spending time
with you, Sylvie.

But I am here to counsel
rescue workers.

If I'm dating a colleague,
they won't open up to me.

- Is that what happened
with Casey?

- I can't see you anymore.

- We need you here,
and...

I don't want to
get in the way of that.

- Where you been, Severide?

We haven't seen you
at Molly's lately.

- Just been slammed.

- Kelly's my blind spot.

When it comes to him,

I sort of just
go off the rails.

- Einstein had, like, six
versions of the same clothes,

'cause he didn't want
to have to think

about that kind of thing.

- So are you calling yourself
a genius then?

- What's this?

- Thought I'd brighten
up the place.

Spring is here, you guys.
Summer's on its way.

- These are so pretty!

- A little early in the morning
for perkiness,

don't you think?

You need to get them
out of here--allergies.

- Yeah, hydrangeas
don't have pollen.

I think you might be
getting a cold.

- I do not have a cold.

- Hey, uh, Lieutenant?
I parked next to your car

this morning,
saw all those boxes.

Are you moving?
- No, Benny's house sold.

Had to clear the place out.
- Oh, um...well...

I happened to notice a classic
George Foreman Grill in there.

- All yours.

- Thanks, Boss!

- Yeah.

- That must not have been fun,
clearing out Benny's house.

- Uh, it wasn't too bad.

The place I haven't touched
yet is his cabin up north.

I'm heading there
after next shift.

- I remember
you talking about it.

You spent a lot
of time there, right?

- Some.
Probably gonna sell that, too.

- That's got to be messing
with his head.

Anything related to Benny does,
let alone...

going through his belongings.

- I don't have to get rid
of the flowers

because of Mouch, right?
- Hell no.

- No way.

- Oh, you think first shift
will ever get

their inventory straight?

- Yeah, that'll be a first.

- Hey, Franz is here.

- Ah, I love this guy.
Heart of gold.

- Yeah?
Well, I don't know him.

- Hey Franzy.
To what do we owe

this pleasure?
-Nice try, Herrmann.

Let's have it.
- Have what?

- The piercing nozzle you guys
borrowed off our rig

at that attic fire
in East Garfield.

- What are you talking about?
We returned that on the scene.

- Like hell you did.
Come on, cough it up.

What do you think we are?

A bunch of kleptos?
- If it walks like a duck...

- Whoa, that's uncalled for.

- That piercing nozzle
belongs to 27!

- Klinginpill,
what do you care?

You don't belong to 27.

- Yeah, mind your own business,
floater.

- Hey, I got to back up
Herrmann on this, lieutenant.

We returned that nozzle

as soon as we were finished
with it.

- All right, you guys
had your chance

to come clean and now
you can explain yourself

to my battalion chief.
- Bring it.

- Engine 51...

- Getting that nozzle back one
way or another.

- Get your heap out of my way.

- Battalion 25.
Structure fire...

- I hate that guy.

Ah.

- Fire's in the salon
on the first floor.

Let's make sure
it doesn't spread.

- Residents coming down
the fire escape.

- Okay, truck, primary search.
- Copy.

- Engine, lead out a line
into that salon.

- Copy.

- Squad,
get those people down safely.

- You got it, Chief.
- Tony, Capp,

help people down
the ladder drop.

Cruz, we're going up.
- Copy that.

- Kidd, Otis.
Clear the units above.

Mouch, you're with me.
- Hose line will be ready

in a minute, Captain.
- We'll make this quick.

- Fire department!
Call out!

- All right, keep moving,
everybody.

One step at a time.
Be careful.

Okay, ma'am.
Nice and easy.

- Come on.

- Cruz.

- Fire Department!
Call out!

- Fire Department!
Call out!

Fire is spreading fast!

- Hey, ma'am?

My name's Kelly.
We're gonna get you down

from here, okay?
Just try not to move.

Hey, guys,
I need a half-sked up here,

and rig a basket
to the aerial.

- Coming right up.

- Back room's all clear.

- Captain!

Those are about to pop!

- Let's go!

- All clear, Chief.

- Do your thing, Herrmann.
- All right.

Let's go, Ritter.
- Copy.

- We're going to lower
you down to our medics.

They're going
to take good care of you.

Here we go.
All right, let's bring her up!

Bring her down!

- Careful...

- She took a nasty fall.
Possible neck injury.

- Let's check her vitals
on the rig.

- Got it.

- Oh, my God!
Is Miriam all right?

- Are you family?
- No, I-I own the salon.

She's--she's a customer
and friend.

What happened?
Is everyone okay?

Wh--

Where's Miles?
- Is there someone inside?

Is there someone inside?
- I don't know!

My dog, he's a Shepherd mix.

He watches the place at night.

where's Miles?

Miles!
- Ma'am, you can't go in there!

Hey, come here.
- My whole life

is in that salon.
I can't--

This can't be happening.

This can't be happening.
- Ma'am...

Ma'am...
- No!

- I'm sorry.
- Miles!

- I'm sorry.

The flowers are still here.

- You sneezed on the truck,
too.

- And in the bunk room.

- Yup.
-Maybe it's a cold.

- I don't have a cold!
- Can somebody please explain

why I just got a $1,000 invoice
for a piercing nozzle?

- Chief, I'm telling you,
we had the piercing nozzle

for five minutes, tops.
- And wasn't one of Franz's

guys with us the whole time?

- Yeah, he took it back
the minute

we were done with it.
- Plus, we've cleaned out

our rigs twice
since that shift.

If the nozzle ended up
in one of our compartments

we'd have found it.
- We're not thieves, Chief.

Franz called us
a bunch of kleptos.

- Chief Boden calling
for Chief Lydon.

Afternoon, Steve.

I received your invoice
for the piercing nozzle,

and I am filing it away

in the appropriate location.

Now, I don't know what Franz
and his crew were up to--

whether they lost the nozzle
somewhere or they're just

trying to stir up trouble--
but I don't appreciate anyone

impugning the integrity of 51.

And the next time
you have an issue

with my house,
instead of sending me a fax,

pick up the phone.
Talk to me man to man.

Get out of my office.
- Yes, sir.

- Copy that.

- Thanks, Chief.

- You used to spend all day
at the salon?

- At least four to five hours
minimum.

But my hair was always laid
thanks to the magic

of chemical relaxers.

Growing up,
it was like a rite of passage.

Then I grew out of it
once I found out that stuff

could chew through Coke cans.
No bueno.

Hey, Kyle.
How's it going?

- Uh, not bad.
How are you, Em?

- I'm great, thanks.

Uh, we're running low
on gloves, so we need those.

I'm gonna go get them.

Hey, how you been?
- Good.

Really good.

I haven't seen you
around the firehouse lately.

- Yeah, I know.
Things have been busy,

but I'll swing by soon.

You'll never guess what I found
myself watching the other day.

- "Pet Sematary"?

- "Property Brothers."
- Oh.

No way.
- Yeah, it was the one where

they turned an old barn
into a sleek modern townhouse,

but they still had
their pet pigs.

- Yeah,
that's my favorite episode.

- Excuse me,
Chaplain Sheffield?

You have a visitor waiting
in your office.

- Sorry, I got to, uh--
- Yeah, no, go ahead.

- Okay, well...

It was nice to see you, Sylvie.

- You, too.

- You wanted to see us, Chief?

- Yes, Captain Hubble
wants to get your statements

on the salon fire.

- Yeah, sure thing.
- The ashes are still warm.

What's got OFI moving
so quick on this?

- Well, we found plenty
of indication on the scene

to call this one an arson.

- Damn.

That's too bad.

The salon owner's a sweet lady.

She was pretty devastated
by what happened.

I feel for her.
- I wouldn't.

Looks like
she's the one who did it.

- I'm not buying it.
- Flammable hair products

were dumped all over
the back office.

File cabinets left opened

so the documents inside
would burn...

- I'm not saying
this isn't arson,

but she didn't set the fire.

No way.
- How do you know?

- You should have seen
her reaction at the scene.

She was crushed.
The victim is a friend of hers.

- Well, she may
not have intended

for anyone to get hurt.
We see this all the time

with insurance scammers.
They underestimate

how much damage or injury
a fire can cause.

- You think this was
an insurance situation?

- Several neighbors
said the salon was under water

and the owner was very upset
about the possibility

of losing her business.

- Her dog was inside.

Not a chance she left
her dog in there to die.

- We didn't find any dog.

- Okay, well, maybe
he got out somehow.

- Or maybe it was never there.

- I've seen a lot of people
watch their home

or their business burn.

She isn't faking it.

That much I can tell you.

- Have you questioned
the owner?

- She's at Chicago Med
visiting with the victim.

I'm heading over there
right now to talk to her.

- I'll come with you.

- You're on shift.
- Chicago Med.

I'll be back in an hour.

- Okay, who are you
trying to help, me or her?

- I can aid your investigation,
Captain.

I connected with her.

She'll open up more
if I'm there with you.

- He has a point.

- One hour.

- Never let it be said
that Benny Severide

wasn't the real deal.

This is a full on
OG George Foreman Grill.

That's like strutting around

with first generation
Air Jordans.

- Isn't it basically
just a steamer?

- No!
Next shift,

I'm going to grill
up some Cuban Reubens

and I'm gonna make a convert
out of you.

- Okay.
- Oh, my God!

- What?

- Here they are.
- All right.

Uh...why all the secrecy?

- Show 'em, Joe.

- Where the hell
did that come from?

- It was just leaning
behind a storage crate.

- Guess it must have wound up
on one of the rigs after all.

One of the other shifts
must have found it

and set it aside.
- If Boden finds out

about this after the way
he stuck it to Chief Lydon...

- He is not going
to find out about it,

because we're going to get it
back to Engine 27

without anybody knowing.

A caper.
Exciting.

- It is not a caper.

- All we have to do is sneak
into their house,

return the nozzle,
and then just sneak back out

undetected.
- Yeah, that's a caper.

- You call it
whatever you want,

but we are doing this
first thing after shift.

- Mm-hmm.

- I am really good
at this stuff, Herrmann.

Once, in high school,
my friends and I stole

a human skeleton from the bio
lab and we propped it up

behind the wheel
of Mr. Gazaway's minivan...

- When you get out of surgery,

I'll be outside
in the waiting room.

I'm not going anywhere, Miriam.

I'll be right here.

- Let's get her prepped
for intake.

- Ms. Curtis,
I'm Captain Alexa Hubble

with the Office
of Fire Investigation.

I believe you've already met
Lieutenant Severide.

- Yes, hi.
Thank you so much

for what you did for Miriam.
And for me.

- How is she doing?

- I guess it's
a pretty serious spinal injury

that the doctors
need to get in there

and see what they can do.
I'm just praying for her.

- It's nice of you
to look after her like this.

- She doesn't have anyone else.

Her husband died last year.

Was there any sign
of Miles in the salon?

My dog?

- No.
- Well, that's a good thing,

right?
Maybe he got out.

- I need to ask you a few
questions about the fire.

Is that okay?

- Yeah, sure.

- Where were you
when the fire started?

- I don't know
when the fire started.

I came in early to take Miles
for his walk

and my salon was in flames.

When I checked
my security cameras,

Miles was in there.

He was sleeping by the door.

I was trying to find out
how the fire started but--see?

The camera stopped working--
I guess because of the fire.

I don't know.
- It had cut out

at least a half an hour before
the fire started.

- How often do your cameras
shut down like this?

- They're just wi-fi cameras.

You know how that stuff
goes in and out.

- It's a little strange,
though, isn't it?

The timing?

- You think I burned down
my salon?

- It is too soon to make
a determination,

but we are
looking for the truth.

- Well, here's the truth.

I loved that salon.

It wasn't ever going to make me
rich, but it was my dream.

My own place where my clients
could come and--

and hang out, and feel like
they were at home with family.

Miriam is family.

I would never put her
in danger like that.

- Niya, no one's accusing you
of anything.

- She is!

- We're just looking
for answers,

and this is helpful,
what you're telling us.

You're not going to get
railroaded here, I promise you.

- You have to find
whoever did this.

- We're gonna try like hell.
That's a guarantee.

Can you--can we get a copy
of that whole video?

- Of course, yes.
I-I can send you the link.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Everything all right?
- Yeah, totally.

- You sure?
- Yeah, it's--

it's not a big deal.

I saw Kyle at Med.

- And he gave you flowers?

- Oh, no.
I got these for the common room

but Mouch keeps complaining
about his allergies

so I was going to stash them
under his bed.

- It was weird seeing Kyle.

But it was also nice--

which is hard, you know?

- Yeah, I do.

- It's strange he hasn't
been around here, right?

He used to come by once a week.

Has to be
because of the break up.

- Could be.

I feel responsible
for all that.

I'm sorry, Brett.

If I hadn't been spinning out
after that call--

- If it hadn't been you,
it would've been

someone else here.
It's not your fault, Casey.

Truth is, the relationship
was a bad idea

from the start...

- Seemed like you two
had a good thing going.

- We did.

But...

it's time
for me to move on and...

It's just taking me longer
than I thought it would.

- Tell me about it.

I still can't walk past
Gabby's locker.

- Ambulance 61,
person injured,

552 Webster Avenue...
- Here.

You can put these
in your office instead.

- Hey, I know this place.
I take spin classes here.

Olivia!

- Oh, my God, Sylvia,

I didn't know
you were a paramedic.

Come on, you guys.
You have to help this girl.

She fell off her bike.
It's bad.

- Okay, guys.
Give us some space.

Come on.
Clear out, please.

Look out, look out, look out.

Let us get in there, guys.

Come on.

- I don't know what happened.
One minute I'm spinning

and the next thing I know,
this chick next to me goes

flying forward off her bike,
and there's blood everywhere.

- We got it, all right?
Just step back.

- Honey, can you hear me?

What's your name?
- Claire.

- Claire?
Okay, we're gonna get you out

in just a second, okay?

All right, looks like we're
gonna to have to cut her hair.

Let's wipe up some of this
blood so I can get a good look.

- Can you give me some towels?

Hello?

- I-I got it.

Excuse me.

- Coming through.
Here you go.

- Thank you, thanks.

- Hold her steady.

- Ahh...

- Almost there.

All right, she's clear.

Gonna have you lean up
for me, okay?

Good.

You can hold on to me.

Keep your chin up for me,
sweetie.

- Here we go.

You good to go?
- Yup.

Okay, just like that.

- Excuse me.

- Thank you.

- I'm gonna have you stand up
for me, okay?

Good, good.
Good.

All right, let me just get you
in there, okay?

You're doing just fine.
Okay.

All right, Brett.
On three.

One--two--three.

- Is she gonna be okay?

- Um, yeah.
Her vitals are stable.

- Poor girl.

The way you handled it--
total badass.

- Well,
thanks for the towel assist.

- Sorry about Jason.
What a wuss.

Where are all the real men
in Chicago, you know?

- Not in spin class, I guess.

- Red One, what do you see?

- All clear.
- Hey, Otis.

- Red Two.
- Right.

- Yes.
- What do you got?

- Red Two is in position.
Are we a go?

Repeat, are we a go?

- Yes, you are a go.

- Wait!
- Whoa!

Hold up, hold up.
- Shh...

Go.
- Okay, you are clear.

Go, get it done.

- Go, go, go, go, go, go.

Nice.

- Hey, where do you think
they keep it?

- Who cares?
Just pick a compartment

and dump the thing.
- How's this one?

- It literally doesn't matter.

- Go, go, go!

- Mouch, don't!
- Achoo!

- Gesundheit!

Hey, what are you guys
doing here?

- I told you it was a cold.

- You had it all along.
- Klinginpill,

this does not concern you.

- If you breathe a word
of this to anyone...

- What's it worth to you?

- Red One, report.

Red Two, what's your situation?

All right, this operation
went sneakers up.

Pull the ripcord.
- Don't got to tell me twice.

- Let's go.

- So, I was thinking...
- Hi.

- We should totally be dating.

Oh, no.
No, sorry.

What I mean is, we are more
than capable of moving on.

We just need to be more
proactive about finding dates.

- Okay.
- So there's this woman

who teaches my spin class

whom I think
would be perfect for you.

- A blind date?

- No, we could make it, like,
a group thing.

I'll set up a little game
night at my place.

That way you get to know her,
see what you think about her.

No pressure.

You'd do that, right?

- Kelly must still be
at that arson scene.

He is really throwing himself
into this investigation.

- It's all he talked about
on shift.

- Because it's
the perfect distraction

so that he doesn't have
to go through Benny's stuff.

- Yeah.

- Honestly,
I'm worried about him.

Do you think it would be dumb
if I were to reach out

and let him know that I'm here
to talk, just as a friend?

- You know I'll support you
no matter what, but every time

you have tried the friend route
with Severide,

it has gone south.

- Well,
maybe third time's a charm?

- So much for,
"Leave no man behind."

- Caper didn't go so well?

- I don't want
to talk about it.

- There was another one.

You were right.

- These cameras
are still connected.

- Niya could have disabled it
from her phone,

though it'll probably
take a subpoena to find out.

- I don't know why
you have it in for her.

- I'm just going off
of the evidence.

Why are you
taking her at face value?

- Because I trust my gut.

- Who do I sue?
- Hey, you can't be in here.

This is
an active investigation.

- That's okay,
I just want to know who to sue,

the power company
or the landlord?

- What are you talking about?

- I live upstairs.

Got smoke damage everywhere.

I mean, I know this
was an electrical fire.

I just don't know
whose fault it is.

- What makes you think
it was an electrical fire?

- Well, there was that outage
before the fire.

- So your power went out?

- Yeah, for,
like, five minutes.

- How long before the fire?
- I don't know.

Maybe 20, 30 minutes?

- Okay, well...

We're not sure
who you should sue just yet,

but...we'll let you know.

- Awesome.
Thanks.

- That explains
the cameras going out.

- Yeah,
but who killed the power?

- The case is intact,

so unless someone
had a tag tool...

- Well, that narrows
the suspect pool down

to pretty much
everyone at ComEd.

- Hang on...

Rust.

- Fresh cut
on the locking tab.

- Somebody stealthed their way
into the meter.

They turn the power off,
the cameras go down,

they get inside,
they do what they need to...

- And they turn
the power back on.

- And no one's the wiser.

- Do you guys smell that?

- Does this look familiar
to you?

- I don't know.
Why, should it?

- Oh, God.

-Arsonist cuts the power,
kills the dog.

Cameras, alarms.

Everything goes offline.

- They're free to get inside,

douse the place
with accelerant.

- And set a timing device.
That's the key.

- They found one?
- No, but it was probably

destroyed in the fire.

Point is,
the guy can set everything up,

turn the power back on, put
the locking tab back in place.

It makes it look
like an inside job...

- And the arsonist
is in the wind.

- Exactly.

We've seen this before, right?

- What do you mean?
Same M.O.?

- Yeah--
not the dog necessarily,

but the electric meter?

- Refresh my memory?
- I don't know.

It just feel familiar somehow.

- Well...

Whoever this guy is...

he's a nasty piece of work.

- We still keeping the old
arson files in the blue office?

- Yeah, lumped in
with all the non-arson cases.

It'll take a while
to go through it.

- I got time.

- Kevin Klinginpill?

- Yeah, he filled in for Ritter
a few weeks back?

- No, I remember.
- Here's the thing, Chief.

He's been stuck in
the floater pool for ages,

and he'd just really like
to find a permanent home.

- And?

- And, well, we just thought,
you know, maybe 51

would be a good place for him?

- Herrmann,
you hated Klinginpill.

In fact, his mere presence
was an issue for you.

- I...didn't really give him
a fair shake.

- What's going on here?

- Franz was right about
the piercing nozzle.

We had it all along,
and we didn't realize it.

- We tried to sneak
it back over there,

but Klinginpill caught us.

- Yeah, thanks to Sneezy
over here.

- So now I have to give
Klinginpill a home

in order to keep him quiet.

- I'm afraid so...

- It's that or you get to call

Chief Lydon and eat crow.

- We're real sorry about this,
Chief.

- Mm-hmm.

Me too.

- You know, Klinginpill
probably won't last too long

once he finds out
what a busy house this is.

- Hey, Steve.
Wallace.

I owe you an apology.

Turns out my men
had your nozzle after all.

Should be back in your hands
now, though.

Let me extend an olive branch
by sending these knuckleheads

over to wash all your rigs
from stem to stern.

Sound good?

Yeah.

You take care.

Will there be anything else?

- I guess not.
Thank you, Chief.

- Next time,
try an antihistamine.

- Hey, what is all this?

- Every arson 51
has ever responded to.

Something about
the salon fire...

I've seen it before.

- Isn't OFI looking into it?

- Yeah, but you know.
Two heads better than one.

- Hmm.

- What?

- Nothing.
You just...

you said you were gonna head up

to Benny's cabin after shift.

- Cabin's not going anywhere.

- Well--and all that stuff
in your car?

- What about it?

- I don't know.
Maybe going through it,

getting up to the cabin...

might be cathartic somehow.

- I'll get there...

but I want
to figure this out first.

- Okay.

I'm around, you know,
if you need any help

sorting out the cabin

or whatever.

- Okay.
Thanks.

- Mm-hmm.

- Okay, let's get this party
started!

- All right, where's Chloe?

- Mm!
She had a work thing.

She'll be here later.
- Ooh...

What year was Pluto discovered?

A: 1922,
B: 1925,

or C: 1930!

- Are you serious with this?

- Yeah, how about music
and film questions?

- Thirty seconds.
- Oh, my God.

- Any geography questions?
I'm pretty good with those.

- Oh, me too.
I used to have a globe

by my bed when I was little,
and I'd spin that thing around

when I was falling asleep.

What about you?
What's your category?

- Uh, definitely not geography.

I still get lost in Chicago
all the time

and I grew up here.

Uh, the margaritas
are so good, Sylvie.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
They really are.

Mmm.

- Ten seconds.
- Fine, fine.

Uhh...B: 1925.

C: 1930.

Have none of you taken
a single science class?

- Easy, killer.
Game night

is supposed to be fun.

- Um, okay.
Let's switch to charades.

- Yes!
- All right, come on.

- TV show.
- Oh, okay.

Now we're talking.

- Wait!
- Uh, no, that's one word.

I mean,
never played charades before?

- You know, you're really mean
on game night.

That was a genuine question!

I wasn't being mean.

- All right, let's keep going.

TV show, one word.

- Uh, driver...
- "Riverdale"!

- Uh, "Speed Racer"!
- No, it's "Top Gear"!

- Uh,
you are climbing something.

- Oh, oh, oh--"Emergency"!
- Yes!

Ha!
- What?

- There's a TV show called
"Emergency"?

- How in the hell...?

- That was impressive.

- He's great, right?

- Really great.

- All right, ready?

- Hey, Severide.
Somebody to see you.

- Hey, Niya.

I'm really sorry
about your dog.

- I didn't start that fire.
- I know.

We're way past that theory.
- You have to find whoever did.

- We're going to do everything
we can, I promise.

- No, you have to find him.

The surgeons couldn't help her.

Miriam.

She'll never walk again.

- Hubble.
- Lieutenant.

- Something about this case
was nagging at me,

like I've seen it before.

But I've gone back over
every arson case

at 51 over the last ten years
and I can't find it.

I was hoping I could go through
your system, maybe...

What's that?

- Oh, uh, the timing device.

We actually overlooked it
at first thinking it was just

something the salon used
for color treatments.

Then we noticed that insulated
wire taped to the side

and the charred remains
of a matchstick

preserved under
tape on the pointer.

So start the timer
and the matchstick rotates

and then hits the wires and--

- Son of a bitch.
- What?

What's wrong?

- Nothing, I just...

Need to check something.

- Hey guys, make sure
you get the wheel wells.

Lotta road salt up in there.

- Buzz off, Klinginpill.
- I'm just saying.

- Hey, you know,
we're real sorry

we couldn't get you
a permanent spot over at 51.

- Oh, that's okay.
Franz brought me on

full time here at 27.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

He thought I was full of it
when I told him

you brought back
the piercing nozzle,

but Boden confirmed it.

Suddenly I'm looking
pretty good.

- Oh, that's great.
Really, good for you.

- Oh!
Ooh...

Sorry.
Careful there.

- You guys are the best.

Thanks for all you did for me.

Having a permanent home,
it's gonna change my life.

That was an amazing class.

- Thanks!
I just heard from Claire.

Stitches are coming out
next week.

She swears she'll be back.

- Oh, good for her.

Um, look.
I know it got a little rowdy

at the end of the party
the other night,

so I'm not sure if you had
a chance to exchange numbers

with Casey,
but I'm sure he'd be cool

with me giving you his info.

- Uh, he is an awesome guy.

You were right.

- See, I told you I wouldn't
steer you wrong.

- Yeah, the thing is...

- Oh, he's not your type?

- Sylvie...

you're the one who should be
with Matt Casey, not me.

You know that, right?
- What?

Oh, no!
No, no, no.

He was married
to my best friend.

- Okay.
- No, he's definitely--

- Come on!
Come on, I sat next to

the two of you the whole night.

You were meant for each other.

- Matt.
- Hey.

- Come on in.

Uh, how are you?

- I'm good.

- Glad to hear it.

Uh, what can I do for you?

- When you and Sylvie
broke up,

the whole point of that
was so the relationship

wouldn't interfere
with your job.

Right?
- That's right.

But I haven't
been checking in

on the folks at 51
very much, have I?

That's not good.

I was just trying to be
sensitive to Sylvie.

- I get that.

But she's tough.

And she can handle a little
awkwardness from time to time.

And the gang at 51 needs you.

It would be good for us
and for Sylvie.

- Then I'll be there.

- Thank you.

- She is tough...

isn't she?

- She is.
She's a great girl.

- The best.

- I know who torched
the hair salon...

someone my dad was hunting
for 15 years.