All language subtitles for Chicago Fire s07e04 This Charity.eng

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- What's your story?

If we're gonna be partners,
I need to know.

- I was a surgical resident.

I cheated on my boards

and got kicked out.

- Good to see you, man.

- Good to see you, Ritter.

- Hey, maybe you noticed

I'm not with Engine 37 anymore.

- You'll get a permanent
assignment soon enough.

- I have a suggestion
for your Engine Lieutenant.

- I won't let Jerry Gorsch
call the shots.

- You need to make
the best choice for the house.

- I am proud to announce

Christopher Herrmann
will be taking over

as the next Lieutenant
on Engine 51.

[applause]

- Those bugles
look good on you...

Lieutenant.

- They feel good.

[sighing]

- Hey.

What do you got
going on today?

You plan on just
hanging out around here?

- Unless we get a call.

- Well, yeah,
but no plans to...

go to headquarters,
the supply people,

giving expert testimony,

you know, nothing like that?

- What's up?

- One of my best friends
from high school is in town.

- Yeah?
- Yes.

And I really want you
to meet him.

I mean, he's basically like
my twin brother.

He's--he's the best.
You're gonna love him.

- Let me know when
he gets here.

- I will.

- Empty every length of 2 1/2
out of the hose bed

and flake it off
down the apron.

- Hey, Herrmann.

Maybe you forgot,

but we dropped the lines
last shift.

- And then they were used
on two calls.

Drop 'em again.

- You're a real ball-buster,
Lieutenant.

- It's standard procedure

to inspect the hose beds
every shift.

They know that.

He's just testing the new guy

to see what he can
get away with.

- Maybe they don't like
taking orders

from someone coming off truck.

- Nobody likes
taking orders, period.

My youngest decided that

he wanted to go to school today

dressed as Spider-Man.

I told him to change

and he threw a tantrum.

- And?

- And I didn't have time
to argue,

so he went to school
dressed as Spider-Man.

[alarm blaring]

- Engine 51, Truck 81.

- All right, let's break it
and go.

[sirens wailing]

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Mouch. Otis.

Primary search on one.

Kidd, with me.

- All right, it looks
like a one-roomer.

Let's get a quick hit on it.

Grab the crosslay.

Let's go.

♪

- Strike.

♪

-Fire department, call out!

- Fire department, call out!

♪

- Clear the doorway.

- Heads up, Captain,

we'll knock it down for you!
- Go!

♪

- Fire department!
Call out!

We got one!

Sir, can you hear me?

Truck 81 has an adult male,

bringing him out the A-side.

- Is he breathing?

- I don't know.
Let's turn him over.

On three.
One, two, three.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

.

- I got a pulse.
Let's get him in.

[dramatic music]

- What the hell
happened to him?

- Those weren't thermal burns.

- Okay.
Let's get ready for overhaul.

♪

- Looks like something
exploded in here.

- Don't smell any gas.

Should we get the monitor
just in case?

- This wasn't gas.

The appliances are
all still intact.

This looks like
the blast point.

V-pattern, upward and outward.

Curtains caught fire
and then it spread from there.

- Guy's hands were missing,

which means that
he could have been holding

whatever exploded.

- Could be a homemade
pipe bomb.

[grunts]

Yeah, these are charred
on the inside.

This was the bomb casing.

- Well, it looks like he tried
to put the fire out.

This is from the extinguisher.

But, uh, where's the canister?

- That's not from
a fire extinguisher.

That's from a grenade.

81 to Main requesting
Bomb Squad

and police response
at 982 North Alfred.

- Bomb Squad?

- A grenade exploded.

For all we know,
there's more inside.

Nobody goes back in.

- You got it, Captain.

♪

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you doing, Barnes?

- Re-bedding the supply line.

- What? No.

Reconnect to the hydrant first

and fill up the booster tank.

- We can fill up at 51.

- What if we get another call
on the way back, huh?

- [scoffs]

- Ritter!

Missed you at the picnic.

- Yeah, sorry about that.

- Who's this, huh?

- Oh, this is Tuesday.

I adopted her a few weeks ago.

- You know why Dalmatians

are firefighter dogs,
don't you?

- Yeah, they were bred
to run with horses.

- That's right.
And now,

they get to be lazy

and ride in trucks
and eat treats all day,

don't you?
Yeah, you do.

- Tuesday. Off.

She knows "sit" and "stay."

But that's about it.

- Eh, she's young.
She'll learn.

You bring her to work
with you then?

Puppies are 24/7.

- Uh, nah.

I've been staying home
with her,

you know, while I look
for a new job.

I quit the CFD.

That's why I didn't go
to the picnic.

- Are you sure that's
what you want?

I mean, maybe
if you keep floating,

you'll find the right fit
somewhere.

- I'm sure.

[somber music]

But I really appreciate

all the advice you gave me.

And for believing in me.

So I brought you a present
to say thanks.

My uncle gave this to me

when I joined the department.

But now...

- Oh, I can't accept this.

- I don't want the reminder

and I don't want to
throw it away.

I want you to have it.

See you around, Mouch.

Hey, come on.

Leave it.
Come on.

♪

- Hey, Chief, uh...

I don't want to jinx
a no-hitter,

but I haven't seen Gorsch
around lately.

What gives?

- Said he'd be gone all week.

Didn't feel the need
to say why.

- Maybe he's backing off?

- No, too much to hope for.

Hey.

How's things going
on the engine?

Hell of a first call
as a new Lieutenant.

- Eh, the fire was contained.

We knocked it out
pretty quick, so...

So far so good.

- That's great.

'Cause I ruffled a few feathers

passing over Gorsch's
brother-in-law, so...

We need a smooth transition.

Thank you.

- Yep.

- You any good at those?

- Hey.

I'm looking for Stella Kidd.

- You must be Tyler.

- Yeah.

- Kelly Severide.

- Ah.

The boyfriend.

- Yep.

- You're one lucky dude, man.

- I think Kidd's in the kitchen

grabbing something to eat.

- Follow me.

- [gasps]

[laughing]

Oh, you made it!

- Yeah.
It's good to see you.

- Oh, you too.

God, oh, and you two met!

- Yeah.
- I missed it.

Ah, well.

Everyone, this is Tyler.

This is my best friend
from high school.

- Hey, Ty.
- Hey.

- So you're the ones
keeping Stella Kidd

in line these days, huh?

- No way, that's
a full-time job.

- Don't I know it.
She is trouble

with a capital T.

- Hey, come on, now.

I got a reputation
to maintain, all right?

- No. You guys want to see
some photos?

- You don't have to ask twice.

- All right, good.
I came prepared.

[both chuckling]

- Oh.
[chuckling]

- This is us freshman year.

Ugh.

- Yeah.

And this is at
my parents' lake house.

- Jeez.
We look like babies.

- Yeah.

[chuckling] Oh!

I got a good one.

This is Stella's prom photo.

- Oh. I thought I looked
so badass.

- I dyed my hair green once
for St. Paddy's day.

When I had hair.

- [chuckling]

Yeah, every guy
in the school wanted

to take Stella to the prom,
including me.

But she crushed my soul

and went with Russell Collins.

- Okay, shut up.

You were dating Gina Gomez

and you were whipped.

[alarm blaring]

- Ambulance 61,
person injured.

1723 North Lincoln Avenue.

- Wait, you don't gotta go,
do you?

- No, that's just for ambo.

But you can go ahead
and give me that phone...

- Oh, no, no, no.
- 'Cause this trip down

memory lane is officially done.

[sirens wailing]

- Right this way.

She fell off the bars

and landed on her shoulder.

- What's her name?

- Erika.
Tough kid.

She's pretty mad at herself.

She rarely makes mistakes.

- Oh, thank God.
What took you so long?

- Hi. We heard you took
a pretty nasty fall.

- My stupid hand slipped.

- Is it just your shoulder
that hurts?

- I heard something snap.

- But that doesn't mean
anything, right?

Maybe it's just dislocated?

- Are you her mom?

- Yes. She has regionals
this weekend.

She has to compete.

She's ranked second right now.

- Okay, well, let's see
if that's even possible.

Excuse me.

- Amanda.
- Fine.

- Let the paramedics
do their work.

- Ouch.
It hurts.

- We just need to take
a quick look.

[tense music]

♪

- How bad is it?

.

- Don't worry, Erika.

You are in good hands.

You are gonna be back
on those bars in no time.

- You were really
sweet with her.

Do you have a younger sister?

- Dr. Larraby.

- Emily.

I'm on my way to see a patient.

- Erika Curtis?

We just brought her in

with a fractured clavicle.

She's a gymnast.

- Okay?

- I examined her

in the ambulance
on the way over.

She has the muscle mass
of someone twice her age.

And, considering
the severity of the break,

appears to have
low bone-density.

It's all signs of someone
who's taking

performance-enhancing drugs.

- She's how old?

- Twelve.

- I know what I saw.

Any substances she's using

would show up in a blood test.

- We're not testing

a 12-year-old girl for PEDs

when she was brought in
with a clavicle fracture.

- You can attribute that test

to something else.

Anemia, thyroid function,

whatever you want.

- And risk a lawsuit
based on

the hunch of a paramedic?

What's going to happen when

they see it on their bill?

Look, I can barely get

the tests I need approved
as it is.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Hey.

I hope you don't think
I was getting on your case

just for kicks, all right?

All these standard procedures

that we're supposed to follow,

they were created
for a reason, all right?

- Okay.

- Listen.

I don't need you to like me.

But I need you to do
what I say.

We need to be a team.

- Yeah.

No problem.

- Okay, good.

We're good, then.

Hey, you...

Why don't you ever come
into Molly's?

You should stop by.

- I usually play darts
down the street.

- Yeah, we got a dart board.

But listen, I tell you what.

Why don't you and the guys

come over when shift's done

and I'll give you 10% off

all your drinks.

- Yeah, sure.

- All right. Great.

Oh, and just to be clear,

that's 10% off

all domestic beers
and well drinks only.

- Okay.

We were all out of jalapenos

so I had to use banana peppers.

I cannot vouch for the taste.

It is completely untested.

- I'll make a sandwich.

- Smart move.

- So you show up
to put out a fire

and find some guy
who blew himself up...

- Mm-hmm.
- With a grenade.

Is that normal?

- Uh, there is no normal

in the CFD.

- Stella Kidd.

Who would have thought

the girl doing gravity bongs

on our senior trip to Vegas

would become a bona fide hero?

And look damn good
doing it too.

[both laughing]

- Oh, my God.
Well, enough about me.

How about you?

Are you still scouting
for Baylor?

- Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, I'm checking out
a sophomore running back

at Phillips this afternoon,

which reminds me.
I gotta head out.

- Already?
Oh, come on.

- Hey, I'm in town
for the weekend.

Why don't we just

grab dinner one night?

- Yes, hell yes.
Okay.

Because we have tons more

to catch up on.

- Yeah.

- And I just...

I want you and Kelly

to hang out some, you know?

Just, like, get to know
each other better.

- Yeah, that'd be cool.
Um...

We'll figure something out.

- Hey. What do you think
of Kidd's friend?

- I think you should go clean
the driver's side compartment.

- What's the deal with you
and that doctor?

- The deal is he's a prick.

- He's not wrong, though.

Hospitals get sued
all the time.

He can't just make up a reason
to test her blood.

- I gave him a reason.

We went to residency
together in Lakeshore

and I got better reviews.

He doesn't want me to be right.

Gymnasts peak at what, 14?

Did you notice how worried
her mother was

when she was going
into regionals

in second place?

As if that wasn't good enough.

- She could have been in shock.

- Or maybe she wants
her daughter to win so badly

that she's giving her steroids.

[alarm blaring]

- Truck 81, Ambulance 61,

explosion, Union Park.

[sirens wailing]

[tense music]

- You know what happened here?

- Couple of teenagers threw

something that exploded

and then took off.

- What exploded?

- Whatever it was, my ears
are still ringing.

Lady over here got hit
by something.

- Brett, Foster.
- Yep.

- [grunting]

- Guys, back up.

- Give us some room, folks.

- Back up.
- Give us some room.

Okay, where does it hurt?

Do you have any other injuries?

- Just my leg.
Something hit it.

- Keep pressure on it.
- Mm-hmm.

- Said whatever exploded
went off around here.

♪

- Captain.

Come check this out.

♪

- Another grenade?

.

- Two grenades in the same area
on the same day

is not a coincidence.

- What do you think's going on?

- It could be anything

from terrorism to teenagers
pulling YouTube pranks.

- Well, it doesn't seem like
the woman in the park

was targeted, just unlucky.

She got hit with some shrapnel.

- And for all we know,
this morning

could have been a suicide.

The victim was holding
onto the grenade.

Maybe he wanted to go out
with a bang.

But we can't ask him.
He's still in critical.

- In the meantime,
we sent fragments

from both scenes to the lab.

We'll see if the grenades

are the same type.

We might be able to ID them,

get lucky.

But it's a long shot.

- Yeah, did you get a chance
to talk to anybody

who got a good look
at those teens?

- All we know is they were
Caucasian males,

around 15, 16 years old.

- Well, the city's covered
in cameras.

We'll see what we can find.

- Yeah, we'll get the story
out to the media, too.

Maybe we'll get somebody
on the tip line.

Appreciate the info, Chief.

- Here if you need us.
- All right.

- All right, we're done here.

So let's just gather up
some supplies

and then head back--

- Mrs. Curtis?

- Oh, no.

- Just trying to get
these forms filled out.

- How's Erika doing?

- They say she'll be in surgery

another few hours.

It's just they have to put
a metal plate

on her collarbone.

- It's really a routine
procedure these days.

There's not much
to worry about.

- Yeah, they have really great
doctors here, too,

so we should really get going.

- I just have a few questions

for you about Erika.

- Okay.
- Do you know what PEDs are?

- Foster...
- Performance-enhancing drugs?

They build muscle fast
and increase

the blood's oxygen-carrying
capacity

for optimal performance,

but they also have devastating

long-term side effects,

especially on
a 12-year-old girl.

- What exactly are you saying?

That my daughter is doping?

Erika would never do that.

She is a hard worker.
She practices twice

every day.
- Excuse me.

What are you doing, Emily?

- Um, we were just
asking about Erika.

So glad to hear that
the surgery's going well.

You cannot just go accusing
someone like that.

That's not how this works.

- I wanted to see her reaction.

- Okay, you are not a doctor
anymore, Foster.

You're a medic.

Once we hand over the patient,

we have to step aside.

- What if I can't?

[tense music]

♪

- Police are on the lookout
for two teenagers

who were spotted fleeing
the park before the explosion.

- You can't see a thing
in that photo.

Can't they, uh, zoom
and enhance?

- Sure, if you want it
to get blurrier.

- I used to say
the streets of Chicago

were a war zone

but this is ridiculous.

- CPD says they were MK-2
hand grenades

which haven't been used
since Vietnam.

- How do a couple teenagers
in Chicago

get ahold of one of those?

- [chuckling]

- Hey, what's going on in here?

- Nothing.

Just taking a bathroom break.

- Oh.

You guys finish scrubbing down

those nozzles already?

- Yes, sir.
They're good to go.

- Who did this, huh?

- What are you looking
at me for?

Anyone could have stolen those
out your locker.

- Okay, I get it.

Hazing the new guy, huh?
All right.

Gluing my bugles in the urinal?

- [chuckling]

- Oh.

I guess this means
that it's my turn

to prank you then, huh?

Go grab your toothbrushes.

Meet me out on the floor.

I think those nozzles need
a second scrub-down.

- Come on, Herrmann.

Where's your sense of humor?

♪

- Lieutenant Herrmann.

Show me some damn respect.

- I am so glad
you got to meet Tyler.

I wish he could have
hung out longer, though.

You two barely got to talk.

- Maybe next time.

- Well, uh,
when he was leaving,

he mentioned inviting me
and some of our old friends

to his lake house
for the weekend.

We used to go up there
in high school, rage,

no parental supervision.
It was just crazy fun.

Good memories.
- Huh.

- What--what is "huh"?

Do you not want me to go?

What is this?

What is this with you
and Tyler?

You didn't even try
to get to know him.

- He's in love with you.

- We're friends.

- I mean...

you maybe.

But he's got his eye on more.

- [sighs]

- If you want to go, go.

But I'm right about this.

- Hey, I'm just about to
start restocking the ambo--

- Uh-huh, I'll be out
in one minute.

- "Anabolic Steroids
in Sports."

- Look, I get it.

You don't think I know
what I'm talking about,

or maybe you don't trust me
because I told you

I cheated on the boards.

But that had nothing to do
with my instincts.

I was a damn good doctor.

- I don't doubt it.

But that's not this job.

♪

- I just want to help
that little girl.

- Yeah, well, let me know.

Yep, anything you need.

- Hey, Chief, uh,
you got a sec?

- Always.

- Um...

- What's on your mind,
Lieutenant?

- Oh, it's not a big deal.
It's, a...

little...

personnel issue.

- Sit down.

Go on.

- [sighing]

I'm not here to rat
anybody out or anything.

I'm just hoping for
some advice.

I wanted to do a good job,

make you feel like you made

the right decision
promoting me, so

I got some books on leadership.

And they all say,

"Emotional stability
is an important trait

for an effective leader."

But, uh,

to be honest, Chief, um...

I'm about to lose it
on this guy.

- Hmm.

Okay, here's my advice.

Forget what the damn books say.

Go with your gut.

I promoted you
because I trust you

to make the right call.

So go do what you gotta do.

- Excuse me, sir?

- Yes? Can I help you, ma'am?

- I didn't know
where else to go.

Maybe you'll know what
to do with these?

[dramatic music swells]

.

- Here.

Whoa, careful.

Don't want to drop these.

- They're heavier
than they look.

- Where'd you get them?

- They were my late husband's.

I saw on the news
that a grenade exploded.

- Uh-huh.

- Figured I should
turn them in.

- What's going on?

- Whoa.

- Cruz, clear everyone
off the floor.

- Yeah, no problem.

- Here.

I'll keep an eye on these

till the Bomb Squad gets here.

These...look old.

Could be unstable.

- Shouldn't we evacuate?

- Blast radius shrinks
to a few feet

with a Kevlar vest around it.
I got this.

- Ma'am, right this way.

- Yeah, thanks.
See you soon.

Ma'am.

So, uh,

police are on their way.

They're gonna have
some questions for you.

- I figured they might.

- Where'd your husband
get the grenades?

- I'm not sure.

He fought in Vietnam.

Collected all kinds
of memorabilia.

After he passed,
I decided to move.

I had a garage sale to

get rid of all the clutter.

I thought they were replicas.

I never would have sold any

if I thought they were real.

- How many grenades
did you sell?

- Looked like three
were missing.

- That's right.

There was a bald man,

a young man who lived down
the street,

and a boy
I'd never seen before.

- Did you get the boy's name?

Okay, everyone, settle down.

Settle.

I'm sure you've heard by now
there is another grenade

in the neighborhood.

CPD is on the case,

but now 51 is going to help.

- We're putting up fliers,
making phone calls,

and posting on social media
to warn people

the grenade is real.

But also to find the boy
who has it.

- Couldn't all this talk
of a grenade cause a panic?

- A little panic is in order.

- The boy is around
11 or 12 years old.

He arrived on foot alone,

which means he most likely
lives in the area.

- Each unit will have
a street to canvass

along with some schools
and playgrounds.

Okay?

Let's get a move on.

Time is of the essence.

- Hey.

I, uh, I thought about it a lot

and I'm not going to the lake
this weekend.

- No?
- No.

- You know, I got to catch up
with Tyler today,

and, uh, you know, you and I
have been talking about

going to Buddy Guy's.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Absolutely.

- That's 500, let's go.

- All right.

- All right, hey, 51!

Let's go find this kid.

- And keep it serious, guys.

We got a Lieutenant
with no sense of humor.

- What was that again, Barnes?

- See what I mean?

[chuckling]

- Okay, you know what?

If being a firefighter
is such a big joke to you,

don't worry about coming out
with us.

- Oh, hey, relax.

I was just yanking your chain.

- Oh yeah? You know what?

I already filled it out.

You know what they say, Barnes?

One bad apple
can spoil the bunch.

I need you guys
to work together

like a well-oiled machine.

So when we go out
on a call at 3:00 am

and lives are at stake,

we don't make mistakes.

That is why we do drills.

And follow standard procedure,
right?

And that is why I am
transferring you

out of 51.

Go clean out your locker

and be gone by the time
I get back.

- Oh, come on.

Are you serious?

- Let's roll out.

- Hey.

[sirens wailing]

- If you see anything,
give us a call.

Thanks a lot.

- Yeah, so if you happen to see

anything like that,

feel free to give that
a call, okay?

[suspenseful music]

- Thank you so much
for stopping, sir.

If you see anything,
just please call

the number on the bottom,
all right?

- I know it sounds crazy,
but it's true.

We're looking for
the little boy who bought it.

We think he lives in the area.

- Please call the number
on the flier

if you hear anything.

[phone ringing]

Hey, it's someone
from the hospital.

Hello?

Amanda, hi.

It's Erika's mom.

♪

- I hit every house
on the block.

Nobody knows about any kid
with a grenade.

- So we hit the next block.

And then the next.
He's around here somewhere.

We have to find him and fast.
- Okay.

♪

- Hey, man.

Is this for real?

- Yeah.

You know something about it?

Look.

Nobody's in trouble.

But whoever has that grenade

is in serious danger.

So if you know something,
anything...

- Kyle Buchanan has it.

- Do you know where Kyle is?

Right now?

- They're filming a movie
in his backyard.

It's the last house
down the alley.

- You did good.

We have a positive ID
and location on the boy.

Heading there now.

- Get me an address.

I'll call Bomb Squad and CPD
to meet us there.

[sirens wailing]

♪

- Okay, you're advancing now.
Ready?

Action!

Kyle, they've got you
pinned down.

Throw the grenade!

- Incoming!

- Kyle, freeze! Freeze!

.

- The grenade is real, Kyle.

But it won't go off unless
you release the handle.

So keep a tight hold on it.

Okay?

You're doing great, Kyle.
Just take a deep breath.

Try to relax.

We'll do this slowly.

Okay?

So we don't release the handle.

All right.

No!

Run! Run!

- Get down!

♪

- Foster.

I just want to say...

I should have had your back.

My old partner was
my best friend.

I always knew where
she was coming from,

what she was thinking.
I don't...

I don't really know you.

Yet.

But you're my partner now.

And I should have had
your back...

from the start.

- Just so you know,
I got yours.

- Let's do this.

Um, sorry to interrupt.

Uh, we were here earlier
for Erika?

- Uh, yeah.

How's she doing?

- It was a pretty bad break,

but the surgeons put a plate in

to help it heal properly.

- Good to hear.

Yeah, I've been training Erika
since she was seven.

She's a natural.

It's a shame about her injury.

She was on her way

to first place at regionals.

- You must be so disappointed.

Did you know she was on

performance-enhancing drugs?

- What?

Not Erika.
- I'm afraid so.

Her blood showed traces of

oxymethalone and oxandrolone.

- Wow, are...

Are you sure? That's...

Wow, I had no idea.

- Really?

'Cause it would have required
daily injections

from someone who knew how to
administer the correct dosage.

Not to mention tracking the
stuff down and paying for it.

- And you trained Erika
almost every day, right?

- I give her B12 injections.
Perfectly legal.

- So when the cops
search your office,

that's what they'll find?

- You called the cops?

Okay, you two can
get out of my gym now.

Go. Out.

- Here, guys.

- This is outrageous.

I haven't done anything wrong.

- You have nothing
to worry about, then.

[dramatic music]

♪

- How oblivious could I be?

This man was drugging
my daughter.

- She'll be okay.

Erika's strong.
She'll recover quickly.

- You tried to tell me,
but I wouldn't listen.

- It's not easy to believe
that a coach would

do something like this
to a kid.

- Thank you for not giving up.

It's because of you
the doctor ran a blood test.

- No, that was all my partner.

They used to work together.

He knows how smart she is.

- What's gonna happen
to my coach?

- Well, he's in trouble.

Those weren't just B12 shots
he was giving you.

- I know.

- Did you know that stuff
is hurting your body?

- It makes me stronger.

I need it to win.

♪

- Yeah, I used to think

that winning
was everything too.

And if I wasn't the best,

or the top of my class,
I was nothing.

And trust me when I say
thinking like that...

it's a fast train
right into a brick wall.

Or a hospital bed.

I've been here too.

But you,

you got talent, girl.

And let that lift you up

and make you feel good and then

you can have fun.

I bet if you do that,

you'll go as far as you want.

- Huh. Well, look at that.

Barnes finally did
what I asked.

But now I'm a man down.

Gorsch will probably have

a relative to recommend.

- What if I can help with that?

- Hey, Kelly.

- What's up?

- I'm just looking for Stella.

Is she around?

- No. Left a while ago.

Thought you were heading
to your buddy's party.

- Yeah, I am.

Just wanted to check in
with her before I left.

You know, funny thing is,

at first she was
supposed to join me.

Seemed real excited
about it too, then...

out of the blue
she just cancels.

- Maybe she changed her mind.

- Maybe.

You know, I'd hate to think

somebody changed it for her.

[tense music]

Now, just so you know, Kelly,

I might be leaving Chicago,

but I'll never be
out of her life.

♪

- Nina, would you like me

to get you a clean glass?

- Oh, I doubt there's
a clean one back there.

The three-sink method
most bars use

can actually leave
the glass dirtier

than it was before
being washed.

- Oh, no, that's okay.

The alcohol kills the germs.

- Oh, a common misconception.

Even 80-proof vodka

isn't enough to kill off

disease-causing bacteria.

- Okay, there is Zac Harmon

tonight at 9:30,

or we could wait till tomorrow

and see Lurrie King at 10:00.

- Your call.

- Really?

You're just gonna
not offer an opinion?

At all?

- Either's fine with me,
that's all.

- Okay.
Lurrie King.

- Great.
Do you want another beer?

- Yes please.

[mellow music on radio]

- Herrmann!
- Yep.

[phone chirps]

♪

[phone chirps]

[chuckling]

[sighing]

- Hey.

Mouch has a lot of good things

to say about you.

Any of it true?

- [chuckles]

I think Mouch is
a really good guy,

but I told him already,

I turned in my resignation.

- Listen.

I trust Mouch's opinion

as much as I trust my own.

So if he says that you got
what it takes,

then I believe it.

- You said that?

- Well, sure.

Hey, Ritter.

This isn't charity.

I'm looking out
for my friend here.

He needs someone
he can count on.

- Come on, kid.

What do you say?

- Yeah.

- All right!

Hey, let's get a beer over here

for my buddy Ritter.

Hey, on the house.

- That's the last time
you'll ever hear those words.

- Yeah.

- [chuckling]

- I don't get it.

Why are you doing
all this for me

after I froze up
in that stairwell?

- Because you got back up.

And getting back up,

that's the hard part.

Take it from someone
who's been there.

- Um...

I'm gonna do you proud, Mouch.

- You damn well better.

Welcome to 51, Ritter.

[bottles clink]

.

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]

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