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(SIRENS BLARING) SEVERIDE: Go!

CASEY: Previously on Chicago Fire...

You're getting paid. Three-quarters salary.

Any of us would take that deal.

How about you, Kelly? Would you take that deal?

I need something.

The last one.

Yeah. I mean it.

Didn't we have an agreement when we first moved in

that we wouldn't get in each other's business?

This is serious what you're doing.

I'm not doing anything.

CASEY: Is anybody back there? CRUZ: Keep walking.

Sweetheart, do you remember your Uncle Matt

from Thanksgiving a couple of years ago?

You're so grown up.

Remember me? I remember.

Do you wanna have lunch?

You're a good man.

Ready? Ready.

You sure? Yeah.

Look at you.

All lit up like a Christmas tree.

What? No.

CRUZ: I wanted to talk to you about my brother.

He ain't cut out for your crew.

You wanna buy-out, you gotta drop ten K. I don't have it.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Leon! Oh, my God, Leon...

What the hell did you do?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Where is he?

Where's Leon?

Where's my money?

Okay, look,

I have a grand, but...

Leon.

Flaco, listen, man, I...

The deal was for ten grand, Joe.

I... I can make payments.

FLACO: You know how this works.

I give you a break,

word gets out, everybody else wants a break,

and I spend half my day explaining to people

why they ain't gonna get one.

So no breaks.

You have the money or not?

No, I don't.

(GUN CLICKS) I, no...

No!

(DOOR SLAMS)

SEVERIDE: Hey, yeah, is Renee Royce there?

(CHUCKLES) Leave, uh... leave what?

Word? Uh, yeah, sure, yeah, go for it.

Leave word. Thanks.

Good morning, ladies. Peter Mills, it's the saddest thing.

The Christmas lights at the north gate got blown down.

What?

We are gonna have to do something about that.

The fireman that saved Christmas.

Mmm-hmm. (SHAY LAUGHS)

Do you think if I ask him to my cousin's Christmas party,

he might take it the wrong way?

Family functions are usually reserved for serious suitors.

So, shouldn't you be asking Casey?

(CLEARS THROAT) I just need a date,

so that my cousin doesn't make any more comments

about how I'm gonna die alone.

So, you're afraid Casey'll say no?

Bitch, please.

Hey, hey, Cruz, you give me a hand here? In a minute.

Okay.

You said 10 minutes.

Yo, I don't even want to be here.

Why you calling me? Come on inside.

What? So a bunch of fat firemen can make jokes about my face?

Look, this is the daily police bulletin.

We get one of these every day.

That's what "daily" usually means.

"Expect increased violence in neighborhood of Humboldt Park

"due to an escalating gang conflict."

Leon,

this is some serious business you're getting wrapped up in.

I don't know how else to say it, man. I'm worried about you.

Then pay Flaco his buyout and be done with it.

Oh, but you don't got ten grand, right?

So why are we still talking?

Look, just keep your nose out of my business,

before you get my ass kicked again.

Leon, man.

Leon!

Damn it!

(ALARM BUZZING)

DISPATCHER: Engine 51, Truck 81, Ambulance 61.

I was deep frying eggplant.

I turned my back for a minute,

and there were flames everywhere.

I tried to beat it out with a towel,

but I couldn't control it. Let these two take care of that hand.

Truck 81 is on the scene.

(SMOKE ALARM BEEPING)

HERRMANN: Ah, turn off that smoke detector.

CASEY: All right, let's do a quick walk-through,

open some more windows, get this place vented.

Holy moley.

These folks must be the 1% I keep hearing about.

OTIS: Carl! You guys!

This priceless piece of artwork has been destroyed.

Oh, wait. Never mind.

It's supposed to look like that.

(LAUGHS)

(INDISTINCT TALKING OVER RADIO)

All right? Thank you.

Probably need a new counter top,

but everything else is okay.

Oh, my God. Thank you.

Thank you so much!

DISPATCHER: Truck 81, are you available to assist at a pin-in accident?

Truck 81, responding.

Pack her up. We got another call.

(SIREN BLARING)

Come back. Somebody stop them!

Ma'am, what's the problem?

My diamond necklace was sitting right there on my dresser,

and now it's gone! And one of those firemen took it!

(SIREN FADING)

Ah... What's the matter, Herrmann?

Whoa-ho.

Matthew Casey.

How about that?

What are you doing here, Griffin?

I'm with Internal Affairs Division now.

What's the IAD doing here? CPD, too.

What the hell's going on?

Woman on Green Street says somebody walked off with her diamond necklace.

What?

This is a joke, right?

No joke, Lieutenant.

My men aren't thieves.

All the same, we're talking about $50,000 piece of jewelry.

That's a Class Two felony.

Casey, the police need to take statements from you and your men.

And I'm gonna need you to fill out a Form Two.

Basic stuff...

Where you worked in the fire, who you worked with,

if you saw the missing item,

or anything else at all suspicious.

Can I have a minute?

Yeah.

I know what you're going to say.

On my best day, I'd have to fight the urge to choke that guy out.

Today is not my best day.

The possible theft of $50,000 necklace

supersedes any concerns

about your personal feelings toward Ted Griffin.

Chief, you know as well as I do,

none of my men took that necklace. I hope not.

'Cause I don't want to see any of them lose their job and face criminal charges.

And I don't want to see their lieutenant

get a black mark on his record.

So let's just play this by the book.

(SIGHS)

Good.

SEVERIDE: Yeah, stop right here.

CAPP: Go ahead, lover boy. HADLEY: Yeah, don't break her heart, huh?

CAPP: Never thought I'd see the day.

(LAUGHS) Oh, man.

Uh, hey. Um...

Does Renee Royce live here?

(SIGHS) Renee, there's a fireman here for you.

RENEE: Excuse me, gentlemen.

Thanks, Ray. Hi.

Uh, don't mean to interrupt.

I know you said you worked at home on Fridays and...

And you just pictured me all alone, answering e-mails in my underwear?

Well, I am now.

Mmm-hmm. Wow.

These are, uh, gorgeous.

Thank you.

How about dinner tomorrow night?

No interruptions this time, I promise.

Okay. All right.

Okay. Okay.

Okay. I'll see you then, Royce.

Okay, Severide.

(LAUGHS) Wait. So, what exactly do you have against Mills?

Not a thing. He's adorable.

He's like a harmless little puppy dog.

Yeah. A puppy dog with a little wolf blood in him.

(CHUCKLES)

Hey. What's up, Chief?

Hey, Chief. (CLEARS THROAT)

Sit.

Uh, Chief. Is this about the diamond necklace

Dawson stole at the residence? Hey.

Someone from another shift

apparently just told your field chief

that, sometime in November, four units of Toradol

went missing from your rig during your shift.

What? Who's saying this? Hmm?

I bet you it was Lowell.

BODEN: Don't you worry about who said it.

And why are they waiting until now to say anything?

That's probably because they heard IAD was sniffing around our house.

They didn't want to catch the blame

if more narcotics turned up missing.

You know, some junkie probably stole it off of the rig

while we were busy saving his friend.

That may be so.

But it's on you, Dawson.

So, the two of you knock your heads together,

get back to me with your official version

about what happened by the end of shift.

Yeah, we'll figure it out, Chief. You better.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

We saved this lady's house.

So why does she come off accusing us of stealing...

It's not like it's without precedent.

Back in the day, I worked with Pat "The Pinch" Osbourne.

Had fingers like flypaper.

The roof could be caving in on us

and Pat would take a moment to "rescue" the silverware.

So...

What's the deal with the lieutenant and the guy from IAD?

Eh, bad history. They went through the academy together

and there was an incident. What kind of incident?

The kind that ends with Griffin getting his face punched in.

Wait. Why'd the lieutenant hit him?

He was talking trash about Casey's family.

Uh... but, see...

(WHISPERS) We don't talk about that.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, guys, here we go. Here we go.

Hey, Lieutenant!

Lieutenant, check this out.

The people with all the artwork,

Sandra and, uh, Richard Vaughan,

they're selling their entire art collection at auction.

I already finished my Christmas shopping.

No, no, no, think about it.

You don't sell your art collection.

Your children sell your art collection after you die. Or...

You sell it if you need the money.

Otis, I have things to do, so...

The diamond necklace, it's an insurance scam.

So, this woman nearly burned down her home

in some elaborate scheme to get firefighters in there,

so she could accuse them of stealing a necklace.

No, she didn't set the fire.

But, when it happened,

she saw an opportunity to cash it.

Yeah. You should write that down.

(SIGHS)

Okay, I will.

All right...

Look, Shay, your ride's here. ...there you go. Thanks.

Great. Yeah. (LAUGHS)

You going to the prom, Herrmann?

Hey.

This is the flagship for Caesar Limousine,

"Your chariot awaits, ma'am."

Oh-ho-ho. This guy...

He's liquidating his company.

And I can only afford one vehicle to start,

but I figure, I roll the profits into this one,

and then into the next, and then the next, and before you know it,

I'm gonna have a whole fleet.

Airport runs, weddings, prom season...

OTIS: Really, Herrmann?

Hey. I was smart enough to bring my own mechanic to the negotiations.

Severide got the guy to knock $1,500 off the price.

You're gonna have to spend some of that money to fix this charging issue.

And you definitely need to replace the timing belt.

And I thought I replaced every vial I gave you,

but, unless I lost count... Hey.

How can they bust you for something

that somebody said happened a month ago?

It's their word against yours.

If it was my ass on the line, I'd put up a fight.

But Dawson is the PIC. It's her ass on the line.

Well, I don't know what to tell you.

No, you're right.

It's not your problem. You got what you needed.

That... Shay...

(ALARM BUZZING) Shay.

DISPATCHER: Ambulance 61, Truck 81...

Capp, move this thing, will you? Right.

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

(INDISTINCT)

(ENGINE STARTS) Yes!

DISPATCHER: Reports of multiple gunshot victims... Got it!

Humboldt Park. Humboldt Park. As predicted.

(SIREN BLARING)

CASEY: Everybody back up! Give 'em some room!

Hey, Shay, let's get a C collar on her,

get her back in the ambo' and start an I.V. It's just the one?

The other two are DOA.

It was a drive-by vehicle to vehicle.

Girl was hit by a stray.

Shooters are long gone. We'll check these two just in case.

I'm on it, Lieutenant.

DETECTIVE: What color was it? The car, what color?

Was it an SUV, a Sedan, what?

Hey, come on, man, my partner heard you say you saw the other car.

Not really.

I mean, it all happened so fast, man.

LEON: Yo. "Yo." Leon,

I left you like four messages.

Busy day. Yeah, no kidding.

We just got a call on a drive-by on Augusta and Pulaski

and your boy Flaco was behind it.

Yo, can I call you later?

Are you with them right now?

Mmm-hmm.

It don't matter. I'm gonna do the talking.

There's gonna be retaliation, Leon. And I know you know that.

You gotta put some daylight between you and Flaco. (LOCKER SHUTS)

Listen, Leon,

I know you think you don't have a way out of this life, but you do.

I can help you.

Not right... Not right this minute, but...

But I can help you get out.

Just say the word.

You want my help, just say so.

"So."

There you go, sweetie. Get in there. Have a seat.

You're gonna catch a cold out here.

(DAWSON SIGHS)

Okay, James,

I'm gonna take your blood pressure, is that okay?

Will it hurt?

I do it every time, and you always ask me if it's gonna hurt.

You never know.

I don't know. It's just too soon to ask Casey.

This isn't the first time his relationship with Hallie flat-lined.

If it somehow gets revived again

and she finds out that I asked him on a date...

Won't you regret it if you don't ask him, though?

(SIGHS) It's gotta be Mills.

He's just the more appropriate choice.

I guess you're right.

Oh, for your dress, there's this new shop on Damen...

No way. I sprained my credit card Christmas shopping.

I'll just recycle something.

Oh! One-ten over 60.

James, you're like a triathlete!

You're good to go, sweetie.

We'll take you in and get you your meds, okay?

Oh, James, that reminds me.

Did you steal any Toradol from us last month?

I'm totally kidding.

(LAUGHS)

Give me a minute.

Quick question. (CLEARS THROAT)

Saturday. What are you doing?

Depends. What do you got?

Um, my cousin,

the poster child for Better Homes and Gardens

throws this real super-fancy Christmas party every year.

It's a string quartet, plum pudding,

nutmeg sprinkled over the eggnog,

so perfect, you want to vomit.

Sounds awesome.

And you need a date? Yeah.

I mean, I just need a friend to bring along, really.

Oh.

Then maybe you should ask Mouch.

If you're up for a date,

tell me what time to pick you up.

Seven o'clock?

Great.

(WHISPERS) Yeah, I need a new dress.

Chief, are you just gonna let these pretend cops violate our civil rights?

Yeah, don't they need to show us a warrant or something?

They are well within their authority to search firehouse property.

Even our personal lockers?

GRIFFIN: You mean the department's lockers.

Besides,

it shouldn't bother you if you're not hiding something.

Griffin, can I have a moment with you?

Locker room, guys. Come on.

What? You wanna punch me again?

When's the last time IAD searched an entire house?

A firefighter stole a $50,000 necklace,

and it's my job to find out who.

But don't blame me if you suddenly regret

assaulting a fellow classmate.

Regret it? I'm glad I did it.

You weren't the first idiot to make a crack about my family,

you're the last.

No one's brought it up again since I laid your ass out.

Sucker-punched. You saw it coming.

The only ones who saw it were your buddies,

none of whom had the integrity

to say what really happened.

By the way, how is your mom?

Hey! Hey!

GRIFFIN: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Casey blood sure runs hot, don't it?

Do your job.

Remember that one call we went on at the university?

DAWSON: Which one? We got a block away

and we realized the jump bag was sitting on the curb?

I think that's when the vials went missing.

Damn, girl. You wear that dress, I'll be your date.

I don't know. I feel kind of naked.

It's perfect.

Excuse me. Ring this up.

Oh, no. I need to think about this one for a minute, thank you.

Is everything okay?

Yeah. Why?

You seem more worked up over this Toradol thing than I am.

No, I'm not worried.

DISPATCHER: Ambo' 61, what's your location?

Ambulance 61, we're at Armitage and Damen.

DISPATCHER: Take in a working fire, 1100 block North Hamlin.

Um... okay.

I'll take the other one.

(ALARM BUZZING)

DISPATCHER: Engine 51. Truck 81, Squad 3...

Hey, let's go.

DISPATCHER: Battalion 25, Ambulance 61.

House Fire. 1100 Block, North Hamlin.

Hey, this house was supposed to be taken out of service.

You never made that request.

So now you guys are gonna have to sit tight

until these men get back.

(ENGINE STARTS)

OTIS: That address is at Humboldt Park again, isn't it?

(SIRENS BLARING)

This is Battalion Chief Boden at 1140 North Hamlin.

We responded to a call of a gang shooting into the building.

They torched it and fled before we got here.

Who's inside, another gang? Any civilians?

POLICE SERGEANT: You know as much as I do.

Could be gang members inside.

I count six mailboxes.

That fire has reached its structure.

Mouch, Otis, on the aerial,

get ready to vent the roof.

Herrmann, Mills, Cruz,

with me.

BODEN: Be careful.

(GUNSHOT)

CASEY: Clear! Clear!

Get away, Herrmann!

This is the Chicago Fire Department!

Lay down your weapons! We're trying to help you!

(GUNSHOTS)

Cruz! No somos los policias!

We're not police! You're gonna die if you stay in there!

Let us help you!

I'm coming in! Don't shoot! Cruz!

Cruz!

CRUZ: Don't shoot!

You the Kings?

Insane Kings?

I'm Leon's brother.

Where is he? Where is he? No, where is he?

HERRMANN: Catch the shooter!

Come here, you punk! You're lucky...

Hey, we're in! Let's go! Take the infrared.

Mills, catch up with Cruz.

CASEY: Herrmann, are you okay?

I'm gonna crack those punks upside their head...

No, you're gonna sit this one out.

Severide? Let's go.

CRUZ: Here you go. Put your helmet on.

You're doing fine. Keep going.

Come on, just take it easy. You're almost there.

All right, here we go.

Hey! Somebody take this guy!

I got it.

We got ya! Shay! Dawson! DAWSON: Here you go...

CASEY: We'll do a right-hand search and vent as we go.

(COUGHING) Help us!

You got a woman and her kid on the second floor,

front side.

We'll get them!

WOMAN: Help us! (DOOR LOCKED)

CASEY: Fire Department. Call out!

WOMAN: Help!

Help us!

(WOMAN COUGHING) CASEY: Let's go.

My little one, I don't know where he is.

Severide'll find him, but we need to go.

WOMAN: You don't understand, I need to find him.

Ma'am, we need to go right now.

Flaco!

MILLS: Hello! Anybody in here?

CRUZ: Anybody in here?

All clear! Clear!

Come on, come on, buddy.

Please. We're gonna find him.

WOMAN: Flaco! Flaco! Ma'am!

I got him!

Get this guy out of here!

Cruz, hold off! I'll be back!

Come on, buddy! Up! I got you.

CRUZ: Fire department! Clear the door!

Anybody in here? Call out!

(COUGHS)

MILLS: Come on.

We've got two minors, smoke inhalation.

Get 'em to the ambulance. HADLEY: Let's go.

What do we got? First and second floor are clear!

BOY: My legs... MILLS: Watch your step here.

Mills? Where's Cruz? Yeah.

He's still up there.

This is Cruz on three! All clear!

Headed up to four now!

Cruz, wait for me. I'm coming up.

(INFRARED SCANNER BEEPING)

(BEEPING INTENSIFIES)

Get away from the door!

Fire department, call out!

(MAN COUGHING) Leon!

Leon!

Thank God. Joe, help me!

(COUGHING)

Help me.

(COUGHING)

Please!

Joe!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

This is Cruz, up top.

All clear.

(SIGHS)

Hell of a job you did out there, Joe.

Hey...

We missed one.

Don't beat yourself up about it.

If you hadn't gotten us through that gunmen,

we might have missed them all.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Casey, hey, you're not gonna believe this.

So I ordered a background check on Sandra and Richard Vaughan.

Otis, I... They are leveraged up to their eyeballs.

It's one judgment after the next.

They're staving off bankruptcy.

They're in financial ruin.

And Mr. Vaughan?

Investigated twice for wire fraud.

Two hundred and thirty-six subscribers

are gonna hear about this on my next podcast.

Oh, Lieutenant Casey.

Four-hour call, huh?

That was pretty convenient.

It's insurance fraud.

The woman with the diamonds, they're broke.

What do you do off-shift, drive around in a van, solving mysteries?

Ah.

GRIFFIN: Lieutenant Casey,

you're up.

What is it you're hoping for, Griffin?

Toss the room. Search him.

Seriously? Come on.

It's all yours.

It was extremely careless on our part.

You leave a bag full of medication

on a curb at a college campus,

you're asking for trouble.

And you're going to be so much more careful in the future, right?

Yes, sir. Absolutely, Chief.

Hmm.

Okay.

Just write down what you told me,

don't sign anywhere until you bring these back.

Because I have to witness your signatures.

If you'd like Mouch to go over it with you

as your union representative, you do have that right.

You want us to sign it in blood, or will blue ink suffice?

Don't you drag your heels now.

No. We'll get it right back to you, Chief.

BODEN: Shay.

One moment.

What is it, Chief?

Nothing.

Go on.

(ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(MOANS)

Skinny margarita. What?

Skinny on the calories, not the alcohol.

Ah, ah.

You have a really nice place.

Mmm. Thank you.

I guess it pays to work in...

Foreign financial...

International finance law.

Yes, it does.

But I want to hear about you

and how you fight fires every day.

It's not every day.

We're on 24, off 48.

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

I didn't know that. Uh-huh.

And then, what do you like to do on your off days?

I repair boats, up near Monroe Harbor.

Um, do you go out to the lake much?

Yeah, more in the summers, but...

Mmm.

I haven't been out in a while.

I'll take you some time.

Oh, will you now?

Any time you want, Royce. Just say the word.

Hmm.

What?

Who was she?

What do you mean?

The Renee that ruined my name.

She was my fiancée.

(SIGHS)

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

Evening, ma'am. Can I help you?

I just wanted to apologize on behalf of Truck 81 for your missing item,

and to let you know, we're gonna get to the bottom of it.

Well, I should hope so.

This is a thermal imaging camera.

It's a really great piece of technology,

helps us see through the thickest smoke.

Okay. We all carry them,

and we leave them recording the whole time we're on a call.

I'm actually on my way to drop all our cameras off with the police,

so they can review the footage

and see exactly what happened the entire time

my men and I were inside your home.

So, don't worry.

Okay.

Is that it?

Yeah.

Great.

So maybe you should leave now.

Son, you're a slob.

OFFICER: Got something.

Oh, yeah. Give me that, give me that.

(RATTLING)

GRIFFIN: Oh, false alarm.

Just an adorable pair of kitty-kat cuff links.

It's the Maneki-neko, a Japanese good luck charm.

And those were a Christmas gift, if you don't mind.

Hey, domo arigato, Mr. Roboto.

That doesn't even make sense.

Chief Boden, have you been able to locate Lieutenant Casey?

I'm right here.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

GRIFFIN: Griffin.

Is that a fact?

That's very interesting.

No, thank you.

The diamond slipped down into a heat register, apparently.

Mrs. Vaughan just found them.

You gotta be kidding me.

What a surprise.

Less paperwork for me. Hallelujah. Let's go.

Do say hi to your Mom for me.

Door's that way.

(DOOR CLOSES)

All right, so what'd you do?

Nothing.

I just told her we recorded the whole thing

on our thermal cameras, you know?

Wait, thermal cameras don't record.

Oh.

Oh... that's good.

Ooh.

Casey, you have a visitor in the briefing room.

Chris.

This is a nice surprise.

Merry Christmas.

Yeah, Matt. Merry Christmas.

Almost done shopping. (CHUCKLES)

I couldn't remember if you were large or extra-large,

but there's a gift receipt in there.

Oh, that's really sweet. Thank you.

Since we saw you at the cemetery,

Violet's been pretty flipped out.

"Why doesn't Uncle Matt ever come see us?"

"Does he not like us?

"Do you not like him?"

And she shouldn't have to be asking those questions.

And...

That's on you and me.

Absolutely it is. Yeah.

I feel like she's been without her uncle and...

I've been without my brother for too long. Yeah.

I want nothing more than for us to be in each other's lives.

But the last time we talked about it... I know.

I remember the conversation.

(EXHALES)

So you're still defending her?

I'm not gonna turn my back on her.

Don't you miss dad?

Yeah, but it's something I...

Excuse me one second. I need to steal him.

Bye.

Drink? Oh, thank you.

Oh, I can't wait to show you this room. Okay.

Ooh.

Wow. It's nice, right?

Yeah.

(CLEARS THROAT) Oh, and hey, I promise,

I won't let my aunt corner you again like that. (LAUGHS)

I'm sorry.

It's okay, she's... she's fun.

Yeah, she's better when you're drunk.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, better learn how to keep up, buddy boy.

Yeah. (BOTH CHUCKLE)

I mean...

Are we just here as friends, or...

Is this a date?

I can't. I... No, I get it.

It's not a good time.

Because it's worth doing right.

Right?

Oops, sorry.

Don't mind us. (CLEARS THROAT)

Uh, are you ready for dessert?

I'm ready, for dessert.

This is crazy, bro.

I was just up there like ten minutes before it all went down.

Flaco sent me to get Shorty, otherwise, I don't know.

Somebody's gotta be up there looking out for me.

Joe, you okay?

I can't.

I can't do this. I can't do this. I...

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

You're up early.

You know I love you, right?

Okay, what's going on?

I love you because I know you'd stick your neck out for me

the way I have for you.

Of course I would.

And I did that to get you over the hump.

Which you totally did.

And then I found these in the trash.

Those are... they're old.

I perjured myself for you, Kelly.

Shay...

I'm out.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what do you mean?

I mean, I'm out!

We had a deal,

we wouldn't get in each other's business.

But I can't hold up my end.

So, I'm out. Shay, it's okay.

I got it. I got it.

No! You don't "got it"!

I'm not gonna sit here and watch you...

Fool yourself.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I'll get the rest of my stuff later.

Shay, hey, please don't go.

Please don't... Please don't do this.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

(SNIFFLES)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

AUTOMATED VOICEMAIL: This is Matt Casey.

Leave it here and I'll call you back.

Lieutenant, it's Joe Cruz. Um...

Casey, man, I need to talk to you.

It's really important. I, uh...

(SIGHS)

I, um...

(BLOWING WHISTLE)

DAWSON: Here you go. I'll make my brother

get the rest of your stuff tomorrow.

And you are totally welcome to stay with me as long as you want.

Thanks.

You gonna tell me what he did?

No. You gonna tell me how your date went?

Nope. He's good.

Thank you.

Okay, man...

Come on, give me something. Okay.

Well, I was right about Casey.

He's still into Hallie.

And, I'm an idiot.

(DOOR BUZZES)

Hi, Mom.

Tomorrow night, you and me are gonna have a few margaritas.

(LAUGHS) A few pitchers, you mean.

Yeah. That was implied.

(CAR HONKING) (TIRES SCREECHING)

(BOTH GASP)