All language subtitles for Chicago Fire s09e12_English

- Deputy Commissioner Hill?

- I came here to shake hands
with the man

that saved those kids' lives.

It makes me very proud
to know it was a woman,

and a woman of color at that.

- Do you have any interest
in spending Friday

skiing at Crystal Mountain?

- That actually sounds
really fun.

- I can't help--thinking,

if I get another bad hit,

it could mean
the end of my career.

- Make an appointment,
and get checked out.

- Friday, after your shift?

If you have plans,
I can handle it solo.

- I'm going with you, Matt.
That's that.

[dramatic music]

- All right,
now just follow my finger.

Great.

And can you discuss with me

the vision issues
that you're having?

- Yeah, it was basically
tunnel vision.

Everything looked
kind of dark and fuzzy

around the edges.

- Okay, I'm gonna do
a strength test, now.

I just want you to push out
towards me,

with your right hand,

extending your elbow.

Great.

Now, same thing with the left.

[tense tones]

♪

- I need to get an MRI.

He said it's possible
the repeat trauma

has left behind
permanent damage.

It could be I'm having
temporal lobe seizures.

- Well, what would that mean?

- They can get progressively
worse,

turn into full body seizures.

I'd have to quit the CFD,
obviously.

- Hey, Matt, slow down.

He said it was possible, not
that it was certain, right?

- Right.

- So, we don't know anything
yet.

We'll get the MRI
and go from there.

It's gonna be okay,

no matter what,
we'll figure it out.

- It could be nothing.

We'll know more after these
tests on Wednesday,

but for the next couple
of shifts,

it's better if I don't
see any action.

I'm fine really.
Just...playing it safe.

- Are you sure?

- I can cover for you on calls.

- And I'm happy to pitch in
around the house,

take some paperwork
off your plate.

I want to stay busy.
- Good.

You just make sure you
take care of yourself.

- Will do.
Thanks, Chief.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey, Hermann.
- Yeah?

- Would you mind if
Gallo and I take over

a corner of Molly's
on Sunday night?

Reserve some space?
- Uh...

depends for what.

- We meet with a group of young
firefighters once a week.

- Oh, that's a nice idea.
- We swap stories, you know,

share--uh...techniques.

- And drink beer?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Well, then, by all means,

bring your young friends
to Molly's.

- Good morning.

- Morning, Chief.
- Hey, Chief.

- I have to call
an audible today.

Due to medical concerns,
Captain Casey

is gonna have to take
the next two shifts out.

I'll be accompanying truck 81,
calling the shots.

Mouch, take the first seat.

- Sure thing, Chief.

- Okay, couple of other
announcements--

[alarm sounds]

- Engine 51, truck 81,
ambulance 61,

structure fire,
26th and Austin.

[dramatic music]

[sirens wailing]

- Save my store,
please just save my store.

- We're on it, sir,

let these ladies
check you out, okay?

[indistinct commands]
- Got it.

- Kidd,

size it up!

- Fires on one,

heavy smoke on two.

Fire's not
in the structure yet,

but looks like there's plenty
fuel in there.

- 51, lead out.

First floor, Mouch, Gallo,
primary search on one.

- Charge your line!

- All right, let's go.

[exploding sounds]

- We got balloons
exploding in here, Chief.

.

[booming explosions]

[yells indistinct command]

- Fire department, call out!

- Fire department.
Call out!

- Help!

- Go.
- Got it.

- Help!

My daughter,
I can't find her.

Addie!

- We'll--we'll get her.
You gotta go, come on.

- Hey, I'm gonna go
check that out.

You keep going.
- Copy.

Hey, come with me.
Come on with me.

- Upstairs, my neighbor,
she's unconscious, hurry!

- Wait--get back here!

Hey!

- You have a bail-out rope?

- Yeah, of course.

- Great, then I don't
need this.

[tense music]

- [coughing]

- Chief, her daughter's
still inside.

- She was looking around,

I couldn't find her,
she's only six.

- Attention everyone--
- Addie!

We have a missing girl inside,
six years old,

location unknown.

- There she is.
[coughing, wheezing]

Front stairwell's
fully involved.

Only clear way out
is the window.

- All right.

- Hey, I need a ladder
to a second floor window.

B-side, center.

I got two civilians coming out.

One male, one female,
unconscious.

- Copy that, Herrmann.

- How is she?
- She needs oxygen.

We'd get her down faster
with a hasty harness.

- You a firefighter?

- Not anymore.

- Let's do this.

- [grunts]

- Whoa, whoa, hang on.

Wait!

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Okay, lift.

- Hold up.

- Fire Department, call out!

- She was just running around
the store,

looking at all the piñatas.

- Your heart rate's elevated,
so just try to relax.

- And these balloons
hit a light or something,

and just burst into flames.

- Hey you, what do you put
in your balloons?

- Helium is really expensive,

and acetylene works
just the same, so...

- Heads up,

flammable gas stored on site.

Let's hurry it up.
Mouch, report.

- No sight of the girl yet.

- Okay,
coming in to help you look.

- Negative, Chief,
do not come here.

We need to evacuate right now.

- Emergency, emergency,

evacuate now,
we are going defensive.

- [sob]

- Mouch, report,
what's your status?

- [whimpering]

- There you are.

Come on, I got you.

- Mouch, report!

- Mouch, report!

- Here he comes.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

- Whew.

- You good?
- We're all right, Chief.

She's okay.
- Ohh!

- She's okay.
- Mommy!

- Mouch, that was--I mean,

Wow.

You okay?

- [coughs]

Worst party ever.

- Hey,

it was a beautiful save.

But I--

you had to go and steal
my thunder, huh?

I pulled off this
pretty sweet rope rescue,

me and this kid,

some kind of natural born
firefighter.

You guys gotta meet him.

Uh...huh.

Where'd he go?

- Yo, you guys missed
the Mouch save of the century.

- He was like...

Chief, don't come in,
it's too hot.

But then, he bursts
out of the building,

the little girl in his arms.

- Boom! The building
explodes behind him.

- He falls to a knee,
and he's like arghhh...

- Mouch, that sounds like
it's out of a movie.

- Way to go, Mouch!

- Just doing my job,
but thanks, Cap.

- Sorry I missed it.

- Chief.

We heard a Mouch
was a baller today.

- Certainly was.

- Speaking of baller, Chief,

that is one impressive new
truck you got out there.

- Uh...what're you talking
about?

- The beauty that's parked
in your spot,

that's not yours?
- No.

Had to find street parking
three blocks away.

- Ugh. Chief,

everybody in this neighborhood
knows that that is your spot.

- Yeah, it is the sacred
duty of every Chicagoan

to respect dibs.
- Mm-hmm.

- It's the city's curb.

He has a right to park there
if he gets there first.

- Oh, no, Chief.

You gotta get angry about this.
- I do?

- You should leave
a nasty note.

- Yes.

- No, I don't think I need to
go that far.

- As soon as the truck moves,
we'll put some cones out there

to make sure this doesn't
happen again.

- Cones, uh-huh.

No, dibs calls for something
more substantial.

A woman in my neighborhood
once put a

dining room table right out
on the street.

- Okay, that's a little much.

Look, you are the man.
Hold that spot.

[overlapping chatter]

- Hey, you two.

That guy who helped me
with that rope rescue,

you didn't happen to see him
over at Med, did you?

- Uh, yeah, Mason?
- Yeah.

- Nice guy.

Yeah, he was there
checking on his neighbor.

- Oh, were they close?
- Doesn't seem like it.

More that he just wanted to
make sure she was okay.

- He didn't happen to mention

where he was stationed at,
did he?

- What do you mean?

- He said he used to be
a firefighter.

- No, he didn't say anything
about it.

- You should have seen
this kid trying to

save that lady
without anybody's help.

- Well, he said he was heading
back to his place

to see what he could salvage.

- Hey, Bobby,
round up the guys.

We're gonna
go for a ride in this engine.

- Mason, right?

- Oh, hey.
- Hey.

Christopher Herrmann,
Firehouse 51.

Lucky for us, you were here,

or we might not have gotten to
your neighbor in time.

- Yeah, maybe not.

- So, uh,
where were you stationed?

- Colorado.
- No kidding?

What brought you out here?

- Family.

I have an uncle in Lakeview.

- Mason,

you ever think about applying
with the CFD?

- No.

- You can tell me to mind
my own business,

and I'll hit the road, but--

I have been doing this long
enough to recognize raw talent.

What happened? You got hurt?

Whatever it was,

you're still young enough.

You can always apply
with the CFD.

- No, I can't.

- Why not?

- Because I was a firefighter,
in prison.

And the CFD won't hire felons.

- Hey, Gallo.

- What's up, Captain?

- I wanted to say thanks.

For staying on me
about the headaches.

It's part of what prompted me
to get it all checked out.

- No need to thank me.

I just hope everything
turns out well.

- It will.

[somber music]

♪

.

- So, he went from fighting
fires to washing dishes

at his uncle's restaurant.

- What kind of felony
are we talking about here?

On a scale from tax evasion
to serial killer?

- It sounds like, you know,
he fell in a bad crowd

when he was a teenager.
He stole a car

and he got three years for it.

- Teenagers.

- Yeah, tell me about it,
I know.

I just went through it
with Lee Henry.

- And kept him out of jail.

- There but for
the grace of God.

And I still got
four kids to go.

Hey, there he is.

Mason, come on over, sit.

Meet my pal Mouch.

- Herrmann told me what you did
on that call--impressive.

- Forget it, you were the hero.

Saw it with my own eyes,
incredible save.

- Hell yeah it was,
nice job.

So, hey.
I got a question for you, okay?

You said you were on a hand
crew, setting fire lines.

Where did you learn how to tie
hasty harnesses like that.

- In prison, you have
a lot of down time.

All we did was train.

Getting on that crew saved me
from a lot of messed up stuff.

And, we were out helping
people, which felt good.

- Yeah.

- Anyway,
here's to you guys,

putting your necks on the line
to save screw-ups like me.

- Forget that,
you stood with us.

That means a hell of a lot
around here.

- Hey, so, uh,
Boden put a note on that truck.

- Like Capp said.
Did he blast him?

- Oh, no, he was completely
Boden.

Very polite, very chill.

- We should get to shift early
and mark Chief's spot.

- Who's we?

- Us.

- Or you?

- I'm the planner.

- Oh.
[laughs]

- Let's draw straws.

- Now you're talking.

- This is ridiculous.

- No looking.

Okay.

Short straw...

draws the short straw.

- Fine.

Wait...
[laughter]

Oh, come on.

- You made it too easy.

- I feel terrible--you should
have gone skiing without me.

- No, no way.
You're the fun part.

- Well, I'm sorry again
for cancelling.

I just--I don't want
my friend to

go through this medical
stuff solo.

- I get it.

We can do the trip
another time.

- I'd love to.

And, in the meantime,

I know it's
not exactly a ski vacation,

but there is an omelet
festival this week

at a pop-up place
in Logan Square.

- An omelet festival.

- Oh, yeah, omelets are very
trendy right now.

- Oh, well,
then, obviously, yes.

- [laughs]
Yay.

You won't regret it.

I hope.

- I feel like I haven't
been a good friend.

You've been going through
something and

I should have picked up on it.

- That's on me. I made sure
you didn't pick up on it.

- Why?
You can tell me anything.

You better know that by now.
- Yeah, I do, it's just--

I grew up in a family
full of secrets.

I guess, it's--it's become
a fallback for me,

shutting people out,

when things get too rough--
I'm working on it.

- Good.

You shouldn't be going through
something like this alone.

Actually,

Sylvie found out,

and she's been by my side
every step of the way.

She'll be at the MRI tomorrow.

- Glad to hear.

[emotional music]

♪

- I am on my lunch break.
- Ah, jeez.

That's the warm welcome I get

after I bought all those
Girl Scout Cookies

from your daughter?
- Three boxes.

- I got kids in the game, too.

- What do you need,
Christopher?

- Hey--uh, two minutes
with the Commissioner,

that's all I'm asking.

- He's out of town
for a few weeks.

- Can you at least tell me
who's covering for him?

- Why, what's this about?

- CFD hiring policies.

- Talk to Human Resources.

- Nah, I'm not looking
to pass off a resume.

I need a policy change.

- DC Hill,

but she has a ton on her plate
right now,

so don't get your hopes up.

- Thanks, Sandra.
- Mm-hmm.

- And I made a playlist
for you.

I'm texting it to you now.

Then you can just give it to
the radiology tech,

and he'll pipe it in through
the headphones.

- You didn't have to do that.

- Uh, don't thank me yet.

It's mostly smooth jazz
and a couple of

Taylor Swift slow jams
thrown in.

I read you're not supposed
to listen to

anything too stimulating.
- Thanks.

- Matt Casey?

- That's me.

- I'll be here.

Have fun?

- I'll do my best.

[uneasy music]

♪

- You ready?

- Yep.

- Great,

I'll start your playlist.

.

- What's he doing?

- Marking Boden's spot.

- Is that my old recliner?

I thought they took it to
the Salvation Army years ago.

Or was I supposed to?

Should we help?
- He drew the short straw.

- Kidd, hey.

Casey get his head examined?
- Yeah.

Won't get the results
for a couple days, though.

- Okay, um...
listen, I, uh,

I gotta ask you a favor,
and it's kind of a big one.

- Okay.

- I need a meeting with
Deputy Commissioner Hill.

- What makes you think that
I got that kind of juice?

- You've been waving her card
around for weeks,

bragging about my best new
friend at headquarters...

- I have not.

Okay, maybe for a few days.

But then I taped it up in
my locker for safekeeping.

- I've been calling
and emailing,

and I cannot get a response.

- What do you need to talk
to her about?

- No wonder Boden was happy
to jump in the action.

This paperwork is mind numbing.

- You'll be back out there
soon.

- Maybe.

When a doctor says
24 to 48 hours

until they call you in
for results,

we should assume 72, right?

- Whenever it is,
you let me know asap.

That's the deal.

Okay, so,

how terrible was the playlist?

You can be honest.

- It was great.

It was definitely
a distraction...

It was horrible.

- [laughs]

- Hey, Brett, you left your
phone on the table.

It kept buzzing, we couldn't
help but see, um--

you missed one call from your
dad, one from Grainger,

and two from something
called Celebrate Omelets.

- Oh, no, I forgot to confirm
those reservations--damn.

- [exhales]

- Yo.

Did you see we're up to
15 RSVP's for Sunday night?

- Yeah, it's awesome.
- Awesome, but--

it's gonna feel like just
another night of boozing,

unless we come up with
an agenda for the meeting.

- Okay, like...

- I don't know, um...

Maybe a guest speaker.

- Ooh, guest speaker.

I like that, someone who's got
wisdom to impart.

- You want The Bullet.

Mike "The Bullet" Thompson,

a true legend of the CFD.

- He's the one who went back
into that housefire collapse

to save an infant,
a while back.

- 1993, put him on the front
page of the "Tribune."

He's retired now, goes around
the country giving talks.

I'll track him down, see if
he'll meet with your group.

- Wha--Mouch, you don't
have to do that.

- I'm happy to,
I worked with him for a while.

You'll love him.

- Why is the damn coffee pot
empty?

- You doing okay, Chief?

- That truck is in my spot
again.

Ignored my note completely.
Had to go park on Wisconsin.

- Like I said,
you gotta get angry.

- Wait...

he's in your spot?

I put a recliner out there,
that's--

that's supposed to be dibs,
Chief.

♪

- I have never seen him
like this.

- Yeah, Cruz got him really
worked up.

- Uh...
what's your note say, Chief?

- I tried the polite way.

Now I'm gonna use
some colorful language.

Let this thief know,
in no uncertain terms,

he cannot park here again.

- Are you sure?

- You notify me
if he shows himself.

- That genie is not
going back in the bottle.

- I mean, it's not like I don't
want to help Herrmann,

but first, is it even possible?
I mean,

the CFD has a long-standing
policy against

hiring anyone
with a felony conviction.

- Even certain misdemeanors.
- Mm-hmm.

- Second, is it fair?

With so many deserving
candidates already in line,

who don't have a rap sheet,

why shouldn't they get
special treatment?

- That's valid.

- And third...

I, uh, I don't have
a third yet,

but, jump in if you do.

- [laughs]
Listen,

I did tons of dumb stuff
as a teenager,

just didn't get caught.

- I was no angel either.

- And you know,
it's a long shot.

The only question is,
is it a shot worth taking?

- I don't even know the guy.

- Herrmann does.

- Well, they just met like
three days ago.

- Yeah, but--

when was the last time
you saw Herrmann

go to bat for someone
like this?

- Did Dr. Carmen call?

- No, but--

when he does, I was thinking,

it's better if I get
the results alone.

- Oh, okay, why?

- I've been making too big
a deal out of all this.

Honestly, no matter what
the results are, I'm fine.

And you tagging along on every
visit, it's silly.

[alarm sounds]

- Squad 3, ambulance 61,
person trapped,

462 North Clark Avenue.

- Fire department.

- Over here, hurry.

[suspenseful music]

♪

.

- What's your name?
- Amber.

This stupid thing jammed up,

I was just trying to pull
the ball out and--

God, why did I have to use
my dominant hand?

- Hang in there Amber,
they're gonna get you free.

- How bad is it?
I can't really feel anything.

- We can't see yet.

- I start Notre Dame in the
fall to play Division One.

I don't
have time for an injury.

- All right, Cruz, grab a side.

- Yep.

- Am I gonna need stitches?

- No, you've got
a compound fracture.

- What?

Oh, my God.

- I'll get some gauze
and a splint.

- Hold tight, okay?
This might hurt a little.

- Clear.

- [winces]
Ow...

- All right, all right.
Behind you.

Take a seat.

You are tough as hell, Amber.

You're gonna heal up
in no time.

- I hope so.

Because if I can't play tennis,
I might as well be dead.

It's my whole life.

[cries]

- Yo, anything yet?

- Nah, truck's still there.

- Bolden's note?
- Hasn't been touched.

- All right, well,
I'll take over watching

if someone will bring me
a sandwich.

- You sure?
- I want to see what happens

when Bolden
sets eyes on this guy.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey, Herrmann.

I've been thinking about
that favor you asked.

- Yeah?

- And I put in a call to
Deputy Commissioner Hill.

- You got me a meeting?
- I got us one.

But she's squeezing it in,
so we might have

five, ten minutes tops.

- This is incredible.
- I do have one condition.

- Anything, name it.

- We write out what
we want to say,

and we rehearse it--like we're

doing a show
at the Steppenwolf.

- No problem, yeah.
- All right?

No going off script,
no ad-libbing,

we dial it in and
leave no room for error.

I need to make a good
impression.

- Let's start writing.

- Couldn't find a number for
Mike Thompson yet,

but I talked to his best bud
Denny Blasko--

- Actually, Mouch,
we don't need Mike Thompson.

- You don't?
- No.

We found someone better.
- Better than the Bullet?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.

- What does this mean?

- It means you, Mouch.

- Me?
- Yeah.

I want our group to get
a little taste of

everything I've learned
from you.

From the things
you said to me when

I was locked up on
that stairwell,

to the skills I learned
watching you on every call.

- And, how you kicked
epic amounts of ass

on that party store fire.

- You're the guy
we want to hear from.

- I'm, uh...

let's, uh

let me, uh, let me just
check my schedule.

Make sure I'm free.

[sentimental music]

- Have you guys seen Casey?

- Yeah, he's in his quarters,
I think.

- Thank you.

I'm coming with you
to hear the results.

- Sylvie.
- No, I know firefighting

is your whole life
and you're scared as hell,

but so am I,
and we can be scared together.

- You have your own life to
deal with, I was being selfish.

- Matt Casey,
don't argue with me.

Just call me when you hear
from Carmen, or else.

- I think I'm having
stage fright.

- Maybe, I should do
all the talking.

- Here it is.
[excited laugh]

All right--[ahem].

"Thank you for having us"--

"thank--thank--thank you",

"thank you for having us"--
- Listen, hey,

forget the script, just speak
from your heart.

That's something
you're always good at.

- Commissioner Hill
is ready for you.

- Hm, Stella Kidd
from Firehouse 51.

When I said call anytime,
you didn't hesitate.

- We so appreciate
you meeting with us--

I mean, we know
how busy you are.

- Lieutenant Christopher
Herrmann, Engine 51.

Thank you so much for taking
the time to meet with us.

- Well, I hate to be rude,
but I have to be in

Bridgeport in half an hour,

so why don't you give me
the CliffsNotes version of

whatever brings you here.

- Uh, well, to get right to
the heart of the matter,

we're here about CFD's policy
on hiring felons.

Now, there is this inmate
firefighter from Colorado--

- I'm gonna stop you
right there.

Are you trying to get
some kind of exemption?

- Not exactly, I mean--well,
sort of, but I mean--

We're hoping that policy
can change.

- Or, the exemption,
if that's an option--

- It's not, and to be
perfectly blunt,

a policy change like that will
never get the support it needs.

Not around here.

- Maybe if you knew
more about him.

- Unfortunately, we can't set
that precedent,

or it could open us up
to lawsuits.

- Commissioner, respectfully,

you and I both had to fight

to get our foot
in the CFD's door.

And we can continue to fight

our way up the ladder
to prove we belong.

This young man isn't perfect.

He stole a car when he was 17,
but he served his time.

And he put his life on the line
fighting wildfires,

for 80 cents an hour and some
time knocked off his sentence.

We might him on a call,

where he helped saved
the life of a woman

when he could have
run out the door.

He has CFD material
written all over him,

and he can't even apply.

We just want to give him
a fair shot.

- I appreciate your passion,
truly, I do.

But the CFD is an elite group
of men and women.

We're exclusionary on purpose.

Some people can't be
firefighters,

no matter how bad they want it.

.

- Hello?

Wow, uh--

thank you.

That would be amazing, I--

I'm sure he'd be thrilled.

Yes, of course.

I will put them in touch.

Mm-hmm.

- Hey, Chief,

Chief, he's coming back!

The truck guy.

- Hey!

Are you the jerk that ignores
a note outside of a firehouse?

I wrote a really polite
note to try and get--

I--um...

- I am so sorry about this.

I saw your note the other day,
and I meant to come find you,

but I just got so caught up
with Sister Betty.

She's had such a difficult time

getting into her apartment
since

the ALS got its hooks into her.

- Oh, I, uh...

you know, I can see now,
why you will--

Sister Betty, is it?

You know, you can park here
whenever you need.

Here, let me help--
guys, come and help.

- Oh, no, we got it.

- Um...

Guys, now!

- Oh, wow, gosh.

This is just so kind of you.
You guys are just so nice.

- It's nothing, we're
firefighters, and we, um,

we like to help the public,
you know.

- Well, I really will try not
to park here again.

- Um...

You know, forget anything
I said.

This space is yours,

all day, every day.

- 10 Our Fathers
and 15 Hail Marys

for the filth on that note
before you snatched it away.

- Yes, ma'am--

I mean, sister.

I will...do that.

- Keep the change.

- What's this?

- It's called a challenge coin.

It used to be that it's only
given to station members.

Every house had its own coin.

It's always good to have one
on hand in a firefighter bar,

you know, just in case.

You see, if someone
challenges you

and slaps yours down
on the bar,

and you ain't got your own,
you get stuck buying the round.

- Really?
- Yeah. It's a old tradition.

I hear that it's still a thing
they do in St. Paul.

- I heard that, too.

Yeah.

- Um, I don't follow.

- We got you an interview with
the St. Paul Fire Department.

- To be a firefighter?
- No guarantees.

But it's a foot in the door.

- Wait, what? How?

- Because, Stella Kidd here
is best friends with

the Deputy Commissioner
here in Chicago.

- Not quite, but--

we spoke to her,

and whatever we said
must have landed,

because she reached out
to a friend in St. Paul

who happens to be
the Deputy Chief.

And he wants to meet you.

- I wish we could have helped
you out here,

but CFD, they got some strict
policies...

- Are you kidding?
This is unreal.

I can't believe
you did this for me.

- Hey, that, my friend,
is just a loaner.

Okay?

Until you get your own.

- So, without further ado,

let me turn it over to
my friend and mentor,

Randall McHolland.

[applause]

- Ah, boy.

Look at all these young faces.

I don't have any pearls of
wisdom for you folks,

I just know

that the way you learn to do
this job, the way you

maximize your chances
for survival...

- Hmm,

ooh, what is the tornado
omelet?

- I had no idea omelets
were so popular.

You're really in the know.

- That's me, cutting edge.

[phone rings]

Sorry, I gotta take this.

Hey.

Okay.

Of course, yeah, um...

I can be there in about
20 minutes.

Bye.

Um,
I'm so sorry to do this.

My--my friend just heard that
the doctor has results.

- You warned me
this could happen,

I can't get upset about that.

You left out that the friend
you're helping is Casey.

- Oh, I...

it's really just a--
it's a privacy thing, I mean,

he hasn't told a lot of people,
I feel--

terrible about ruining another
plan, can we reschedule?

Any--any time.

- I don't think
that's such a good idea.

- Why not?

- I think you have some stuff
you need to figure out, Sylvie.

[somber music]

♪

- Sorry, I took so long.

Any word?

- Nothing.

Nurse seemed serious
when I gave her my name.

Brought me right in.

- It could be nothing.

- Sorry to keep you waiting.

Matt,

in the accident
where you hit your head,

which side of your body
did you fall on?

- Uh...

my left.
- Mm-hmm.

And did you have any
shoulder pain afterwards?

- Uh, yeah, but it's mostly
gone.

- Makes sense now.

The weakness on your left
side is most likely due to

the shoulder injury
you're recovering from,

not from an injury
in the brain.

Your MRI is clean.

- Um,

but what about the headaches
and the tunnel vision?

- Most likely caused by
post-concussion migraines.

It's common with a head injury
like yours.

It'll go away on its own.

In the meantime,

we'll get you some migraine
medication to manage it.

- Uh...

so I'm--I'm clear to work?

- Absolutely.

I'll talk to Jenny out front,

and she'll have your
prescription ready for you.

It's always nice
to deliver good news.

- Matt, you're okay.

[hopeful music]

[laughs]

♪

- Time to...
head to Molly's.

- [laughs]

- We got some celebrating
to do.

- I was thinking
the same thing, yes.

- Right.

[wolf howls]