LINDSAY: Kelly, I'm so sorry about Shay.
(HOARSELY) She was my best friend.
I know.
You went to see your father's family?
These are not people that you wanna know.
I want to know.
How's what's-her-name doing?
Dawson? You be sure to send her our love.
DISPATCHER: (OVER RADIO) Truck 81...
First truck on the scene's in charge!
Go! Go!
Do not wanna get there behind these guys.
TIBERG: There's nothing personal about this,
but 105 has filled their candidate slot.
I feel responsible. I asked you to stay at 51 longer...
The truth is, Welch was never gonna let another woman in that slot.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hey, Chief. What's up?
Casey.
I know how we can get Dawson on the truck.
You're sure about this?
Answer the question.
Do you think it's a good fit? Are you kidding?
Gabby is gonna be one hell of a firefighter.
No doubt, but you know what I'm after.
Can the two of you separate your personal feelings
from your professional responsibilities?
Are you really prepared to overlook the fact that she and I...
I'm not required to know all the details of your personal lives.
It is only strictly prohibited if you were married,
which you are not.
So, you take some time, you mull it over.
Decision's in your hands.
All right, boys.
Feast your eyes.
MOUCH: Not bad, not bad. OTIS: Huh.
CRUZ: Yeah, it was an old burger truck,
so it's already got most of the equipment we need.
Look. Fryer, gas grill, refrigeration.
"Built-in napkin dispensers." Snazzy.
Mmm-hmm.
Can't you just picture
our logo on the side of that thing?
Molly's Two.
Cruz, how much this thing cost?
That's the best part, it's only 12 grand!
That's not possible. MOUCH: Give me the phone number.
Joe, where does it say $12,000?
Right there! 12K.
That's 12,000 miles.
The price is...
$79,000.
So, before you pitched Herrmann this great idea,
did you do any research,
at all, on how much it costs
to get a food truck up and running?
The vehicle, the license, the registration...
All right, all right! I get it, Mouch.
You wanna point fingers, or you wanna help me find a truck?
(ALARM BUZZING)
DISPATCHER: (OVER PA) Engine 51, Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61.
Structure fire, 16th and Wabash.
(SIRENS WAILING)
I can already see the smoke, boys!
Looks like it's rolling.
Oh, boy! Hey, Casey!
We're neck-and-neck with your old pal Welch!
Don't worry, Casey! I got this!
I'm not interested in a pissing contest.
If Welch wants this fire, he can have it.
Cruz, forget him. Just drive the truck.
Great. Welch is gonna get there first.
We'll be taking orders from him.
Ah, I don't see 'em. Maybe they got held up.
See?
It all works out in the end.
(HORN HONKING)
(GROANS)
(SIREN WAILING)
Whoa! Severide!
Mayday! Mayday! This is Squad 3 to Main!
Truck 81, Truck 66 have collided
on the corner of 24th and Wabash!
SEVERIDE: Gonna need ambulances, as many as you can get!
This is bad!
Oh, Dawson,
that's, like, five blocks back. What do we do?
This is 61 to Main. We're closer to the accident than we are the fire.
You want us to take the accident instead?
MALE DISPATCHER: Stand by, 61.
Should I keep driving?
Affirmative, 61. Take in the accident.
Okay. Turn around! Go, go, go, go, go!
(SIRENS WAILING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Confirming that Truck 81 and 66 are out of action.
Requesting that Squad 3 stay.
Please reassign other units to structure fire.
Mills, Capp, Tony, check 66! Okay.
Newhouse, you're with me! Right.
You guys all right? Any injuries?
Case! You okay?
(GROANS) Mouch is hurt.
Oh, hell. This is bad.
Otis, you okay?
Yeah, but Mouch is bleeding. (GROANS)
SEVERIDE: Mouch, talk to me. It's my eye.
It hit something. Door frame? I don't know.
SEVERIDE: Let me see, bud.
All right. Don't worry, we're gonna take care of you.
Herrmann, grab your jump bag.
Newhouse, go down and put pressure on that. Copy.
(STRAINING)
Cruz. You okay?
Cruz!
Huh? (BREATHING HEAVILY)
We'll get you out.
(GROANS)
What do we got? We got a whole lot of injuries.
Driver's not responding. He's pinned in there pretty bad.
Hey, Welch, what's his name?
Welch! Molina.
Hey, Molina! Can you hear me, bud?
Tell me he's okay. He's okay? I can't find a pulse.
Can you reach in there?
Okay, I feel somethin', barely.
We gotta get him out of here!
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(GROANING)
All right, easy man. I got it.
Don't worry about me.
Parish has got a busted leg,
the bone is showing and everything.
I'll take care of him, okay? Take a seat over here.
Why don't you guys learn how to drive?
I mean, damn, Lieutenant. What the hell?
Let's get out of the way. I'm not going anywhere.
Seriously, you're looking a little pale. Come on, take a seat.
(GRUNTING)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down.
Hey, hey, hey. I'm fine.
Hey! Slow down. I'm fine.
Parish, hang in there! Parish!
(SIRENS WAILING)
CASEY: Hey, Gabby! Hey. Matt!
I'm okay, but we got a lot of guys who need help.
He's got a possible broken arm, multiple lacerations.
Guy in the back has a broken leg.
Driver's unconscious, in real bad shape.
Mouch got banged up. Okay, I'll go check on Mouch.
All right.
Hey, McFarland, you okay?
Yeah.
Mouch, what happened?
Let me have a look.
I can't see. (STAMMERING) Aw, jeez, I can't see.
I don't know what happened. They came out of nowhere.
Cruz, are you okay? Why don't you sit?
(STRAINING) (METAL CLANGING)
Put me to work, Lieutenant.
Grab a side.
What about the fire? They're dispatching more companies.
Don't worry about the fire.
(PARISH YELLING)
CASEY: We got you, Parish. You're gonna be okay.
(GROANING)
Hey! Nice driving, genius.
Hey, man, I... Hey! Cruz.
Now's not the time.
(GROANING)
Come on, buddy.
BRETT: You got room for one more?
(GROANS) DAWSON: Oh, my God!
I know, I know.
What happened?
Oh, it's real simple. 81 blew the light.
We did not blow the light.
Oh, yeah? Which way does your seat face?
Backwards, but... Yeah, so you don't really know, do you?
(SIREN WAILING)
(BRAKES SCREECHING)
Casey. Yeah?
Are your men okay?
All but Mouch. His eye's messed up.
Dawson's taking him to Chicago Med.
Is it serious? I don't know.
He's alive, he's in one piece, I'm just thankful for that.
BODEN: What about Molina? CASEY: He's non-responsive.
Losing blood. His legs are crushed.
Cruz!
What happened? I don't know, Chief. They came out of nowhere.
Who had the light? We did.
You sure? If it wasn't green, then it was yellow.
There's no way it was red.
You don't know what color it was?
Cruz, did you see the light?
I must've.
I know I did. Chief, it just all happened like that!
Watch his arm! You're too close!
I see his arm, I got it.
SEVERIDE: All right, Mills, go ahead!
(GROANS)
Mills!
Mills! Hey! Mills!
Damn it!
What the hell happened, man?
I don't know. I just... I wasn't paying attention.
Capp, you relieve Mills on the roof.
Mills, you take a breather. No, no, I got it. Let's do it!
WELCH: Can't you do anything right? I got a guy dying here!
Hey! They're giving it their all, Welch. Trying like hell.
That's my best friend in there! Yeah, I know.
We're gonna get him out.
Who was driving this one?
Right here. Joe Cruz.
Cruz, you wanna step aside with us?
Now? We're in the middle of a rescue.
It's okay, Joe. Go with 'em.
SEVERIDE: All right, Capp, you ready?
CAPP: Go! (STRAINING)
WELCH: Come on!
SEVERIDE: All right! Give me a backboard!
Hang in there. Hang in there.
Come on!
Come on, come on, get in there.
Blow, please.
WELCH: Get in there. Get in there. Easy.
Hang in there, Molina! Hold him up.
Hold his head up. Hold his head up.
Three... Get him in.
Easy.
Watch him breathe. Jesus Christ.
(SIGHS HEAVILY)
You did this, you son of a bitch!
You did this!
I guess they were trying to cut across from Michigan,
but they had to know we were coming up Wabash, right?
Either way, they gotta slow down and have a look.
Everyone knows that.
Unless they had the green.
HERRMANN: Please, they did not have the green.
What the hell, Newhouse?
Are the cops still all over Cruz?
Yeah. Now, they're demanding piss and blood.
Standard procedure.
Is that Molina's wife?
(WOMAN SOBBING)
He's gonna be all right. Take it easy.
Poor kid.
Can I see him? Please?
He's gonna be fine.
You've got a lot of debris in there.
I'm gonna have to clean that out.
But the injury didn't penetrate the cornea.
And that tissue heals quickly.
So, I'll be able to see out of that eye?
Vision should be fully restored, yes.
Oh, thank God.
Okay.
CASEY: I'm not denying there's been some bad blood
between Lieutenant Welch and myself,
but it didn't play a role in this accident.
Not on our end, anyway.
Are you sure that 81 had the right of way?
I didn't see the light myself,
but I trust Joe Cruz implicitly.
Even though he doesn't remember seeing the light, either?
If the light was red, he'd have come to a controlled stop.
He's good at his job.
Here's the problem, Casey.
The cops still haven't found a credible eye witness,
there was no traffic cam at that intersection.
TIBERG: And of the two drivers involved,
one can't remember what color the light was,
and one might not live through the night.
I stand by Joe Cruz.
That's all for now.
Hey.
Wait, wait, sorry.
Not here.
(CLEARS THROAT) Um... Good news on Mouch.
He'll still gonna be able to watch TV with both eyes.
Good. That's really good.
I'm gonna check in on him.
Okay, everyone from 51.
Let's move out. Nothing more we can do here.
Come on.
SEVERIDE: Hey. MILLS: Hey, what's up?
Pretty nasty spill you had back there. What happened?
Yeah, I just got sloppy, I guess.
You don't get sloppy, Mills.
It's nothing, I, um... Getting dizzy.
Since when?
Since the building collapse, I guess.
It's all those pain meds for my leg. It's just taking a while to go away.
Go see a doctor.
Yeah, I will if it doesn't clear up soon... Before next shift.
(GROANS)
We should have a spare truck here from the shop pretty soon.
That old beast with the bad clutch?
We're gonna get anybody to fill in for Mouch?
I'm rehiring the whole crew.
You guys are done with your shift.
Chief, that's not necessary.
You've been rattled.
Go home. Rest.
Seen a lot worse.
You're lucky you didn't break that leg again.
Yeah.
I should be more careful, huh?
I understand that you, uh, reached out to your dad's family.
Well, I know Newhouse didn't go shooting off his mouth about that,
so my mom must've called you.
Asked you to get involved.
Yeah, I ran into her in the bank.
Either way, um,
you can tell her that I'm over it,
that it was just a passing interest.
Yeah, I told her I thought it was a...
Great idea.
See, your dad, he always talked a lot about his family,
and he wanted to patch things up.
Why didn't he?
Something always came up.
Always some reason not to take the hard road.
But I know that he regretted it.
He died with that hanging over him.
He wanted his children to know where they came from.
You know what? I think I found out all that I need to know.
Peter...
Um, pardon me, Chief. Chief Tiberg is here to see you.
Thank you, Connie.
Do I have clearance to hug you now?
You do.
Oh, man...
When that mayday came through...
I know.
But I'm okay.
Boden's sending you guys home, huh? Yeah.
Yeah. He looks out for his people.
In fact, maybe you should sit down for this.
So, uh... (CLEARS THROAT)
Boden and I have been talking about making you our candidate
on Truck 81.
He's willing to turn a blind eye to our relationship.
So, if this is something you're interested in...
Yeah! Yes, yes! Absolutely, yes!
Okay. Well, great.
(ALARM BUZZING)
DISPATCHER OVER PA: Ambulance 61. Chest pains. Polk and Clinton.
We can talk about the details later.
This... This is amazing! Yeah.
We should take turns standing watch for Molina.
Make sure somebody from 81 is at the hospital at all times.
All right. I'll go straight there, if someone can relieve me tonight.
Cruz and I are gonna run down to Roseland and take a look at a hot dog truck.
But then we'll swing by.
BODEN: Casey, Cruz.
Over here, now.
What's this?
I thought there was no traffic camera at 24th and Wabash.
This is four blocks south.
And there's 81 racing through a red light,
30 seconds before the collision.
CASEY: That was a controlled stop.
Controlled stop, my ass.
You blew that light at 20 miles an hour, at least.
Chief, everybody breaks the controlled stop rule,
you pretty much have to! That's your defense?
"All the kids are doing it?"
Chief, you wanna back me up here?
I would stop talking now, Joe.
We were on our way to a fire.
If we made a controlled stop at every light, there would be...
Then Molina would be back at his firehouse instead of on life support.
BODEN: Cruz, you should talk to your union rep
before you say another word.
TIBERG: Better yet, a criminal lawyer.
If Molina can't pull out of this,
you're looking at manslaughter charges.
Hey. Hey!
How was the rest of shift?
More restful than your evening, from the looks of it.
How's Cruz?
He's a tough guy. Man...
This isn't fair. Yeah.
Listen, um, I realize that, uh...
I was pretty quick to respond yesterday, about joining 81.
You were excited. Oh, I still am.
But I also get that...
That maybe there needs to be more of a conversation.
There's a lot to it, that's for sure.
We're not actually gonna be able to get married, huh?
As long as I'm working under you?
Well, we'd have to put the wedding on hold.
At least until you've completed your first year as candidate.
Then you'd have to transfer to another shift or company.
This would really affect us.
Professionally and personally.
And I feel bad, because I'm the one who benefits.
We both get something out of it.
You'd be willing to put me in harm's way?
I'd assign you any task I think you're capable of.
And if I stepped out of line, you'd discipline me?
With great enthusiasm.
(BOTH CHUCKLING)
If you didn't think this was a good idea, would you tell me?
Of course.
(CELL PHONE BEEPS)
Everyone's meeting at the hospital.
Yeah, we should go.
HERRMANN: What's the upshot on that hot dog truck?
OTIS: Oh. Guy sold it before we could get there.
I was busy arranging a sit-down between
Cruz and a criminal lawyer friend of my brother's.
That's probably a smart move.
Except Cruz never showed up.
I don't need a lawyer.
I didn't do anything wrong.
Hey. What's the word?
Molina's out of surgery, but they're keeping him under, due to brain swelling.
Doesn't look good. Damn.
Hey, I'll be right back.
Lieutenant Welch? Yeah.
I just wanted to let you know that I feel awful about the accident.
Yeah, I should hope so.
Okay, look, I just came by to say,
if there's anything that I can do for Molina's people,
or for you and your guys... Sure, there is.
Get your eyes checked!
You know what?
I feel for Molina, I do.
But this wasn't my fault.
Molina is ten times the firefighter you are!
Hey, come on. I didn't do anything wrong!
I'm sick and tired of getting the stink-eye everywhere I go!
Come on, guys, why hash this out now?
Let's let the white shirts handle this.
Keep that bald-headed douche away from me or I'll put him in a coma.
HERRMANN: Hey, hey, hey! Welch... Joe.
We're all here for the same reason!
We want Molina home, safe and sound,
and then God willing,
be back on the job, as soon as possible.
Back on the job? The guy could be brain dead!
All right. Look...
What are you guys doing for his family?
You got anything planned?
We're still figuring that out.
Let me offer up Molly's.
We'll host a thing.
Both houses.
You guys in?
He gonna be there?
Everybody's invited.
You want to help Molina out or not?
Of course.
Listen, you should go.
What? No!
I got every right to be here!
I leave now, I look guilty. No.
You look like the bigger man.
Come on.
Oh, uh...
Sorry, Lieutenant.
Everybody's inside. I know.
So, what're you doing out here?
Molina wake up yet?
I can't do another funeral for a line-of-duty death, man. I just can't.
Yeah, I hear that.
All right, now just keep your eyes open. Okay.
And hold this position.
Still holding.
And there it is. You feel that?
Yeah. All right.
Now, that eye movement is called nystagmus,
and what it tells me is, you've got benign paroxysmal positional vertigo.
BPPV. Yeah, that's what I thought.
I've been trying all those, uh, rehabilitation exercises.
The, um, the Epley maneuver and a couple others for the last month or so.
Still no improvement in your equilibrium? No.
Well, the vestibular organs in your right ear
probably suffered blast trauma in the building collapse.
I guess we were so focused on your leg, we didn't notice.
(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
Well, now that we know, what do we do?
The main thing I need you to understand is,
I can't clear you for squad duty.
Um...
Dr. Bachman, come on. I...
Um, I just got back to work.
What about medication? That'll only mask the symptoms.
I still can't let you climb ladders or do rope work,
or scuba dive.
What the hell do I do? I mean...
You're just telling me that I'm done...
Peter, this condition is mild.
There are lots of careers you could still perform.
Yeah, just not this one!
I'm a firefighter, okay?
And if I'm not that, then what am I?
(GARAGE DOORS RATTLING)
You were right, Cruz. They gave us the old beast with the bad clutch.
I think they did it to punish us.
Ugh, this thing is a bitch to drive.
CASEY: Yeah. Well, uh, about that, um...
Your driving privileges have been suspended,
pending the investigation.
Otis, you're driving for now.
Seriously?
This is a total crock, dude.
Don't worry, it's all gonna work itself out.
Hey, Joe...
Molina's gonna make it.
Somebody's gonna come forward, testify you had the light.
(SIGHS)
HERRMANN: Oh, boy, look here!
Argh, matey! (ALL LAUGHING)
Hey, boys. Mr. Mouch!
Why aren't you home resting? Ah, I need to be around my brothers.
Ow! How's your peeper?
Well, you know, I'm, uh...
Dealing with a fairly serious corneal abrasion,
and all that that entails, so...
What does that entail?
Uh...
Eye drops, mainly.
Hey. Hey, Chief.
Is Mills out sick or something? I'm missing a man.
You haven't spoken to him?
He left me a message or two the other day. I guess I forgot to call him.
Severide, when you go off shift lately, you go into a 48-hour black hole.
Why is that?
Chief, I'm... I'm just trying to find Mills.
Peter Mills failed his medical examination and he is off squad.
Yeah. Maybe you should reach out to him.
Right, yeah. Absolutely.
(SIGHS)
(LINE RINGING)
(ON ANSWERING MACHINE) Hey, this is Pete. Leave a message.
(BEEPS) Mills, hey, it's Severide.
Boden told me the news.
Um, must've been something wrong with my phone,
I didn't see your messages until now.
Anyway, uh, give me a call.
(SIGHS)
Hey, Chief.
Um, Casey told me what you were willing to do on my behalf.
Yeah. Well, I was appreciative
of what you did for me and for this house.
Oh, yeah, of course. But I know how you feel about,
um, officers and firefighters co-mingling,
and I just wanna let you know that Casey and I...
We get it. The job comes first. Right.
And we acknowledge that this kind of arrangement
could put a lot of pressure on us, but I feel confident
that we can deal with it.
We're taking this very seriously.
Good to hear.
You tell me when you decide.
Okay. Will do, Chief. Thanks.
Hmm.
So, our beer distributor is gonna donate a couple of kegs of beer,
and my cousin Mikey is gonna loan us a PA system,
which, knowing Mikey, is gonna be a karaoke machine.
It's your funeral, Christopher.
Trudy! No, no, no. Don't you get up.
How are you, hon?
Ah, you know. Aw!
Are those brownies? I'm sorry. Were you blinded in one eye?
Do you wanna put your feet up, hon? I do.
Hey, uh, Mustache, you wanna get him a pillow?
Hey, hey! Get back here.
You think this fundraiser is gonna plan itself?
Oh, for that poor fireman? Hey, you know who throws a great party?
Atwater. You want me to tell him you guys need a hand?
Nah, we already talked to him. He's busy.
He'll be there. Yo, pillow?
MOUCH: Isn't she great?
Mouch, Cruz. Newhouse wants you.
Ask and you shall receive.
Where'd this come from?
Guy I met during a thing.
That's not an explanation.
Is that a bullet hole?
Uh, yeah, well, I can, uh, I can throw in a can of Bondo.
Newhouse, who owns this thing?
Say the word and you do. MOUCH: Really?
For how much?
Let's say, 20% of Molly's Two.
You want to be a partner?
That's Leonard Mills, in the wheelchair.
What's wrong with him? Is he sick?
Yes, he's stage four.
Thank you.
Excuse me, Leonard Mills?
I already told the other one, I'm not hungry.
You're not an orderly.
No. No, I'm not.
You're a fireman.
You look just like your mother.
Yeah, you're damn right I do.
So, I guess I'm your grandfather.
I guess so.
Peter.
I sure am glad to know you.
I mean, he trotted out the usual excuses, you know?
"Times were different, blah de blah, blah."
Whatever.
I saw a lot of my father in him.
He asked if I was firefighter, like Dad.
I couldn't bring myself to admit the truth, that...
That I'm not anymore.
Mills, I don't get how this thing is ending your career.
I mean, it's not keeping you off the basketball court, right?
It's fine as long as I'm upright.
But firefighting is out of the question.
Oh, so there's no chance that this thing could clear up someday?
Yeah, someday.
Newhouse, when I was a kid,
I used to think that it was okay to say that
"I'm gonna be a firefighter someday."
I ain't a kid anymore.
You know, this is my life's calling, and it's just
flushed down the drain.
What the hell's that even mean?
I don't think you understand. My dad was a fire...
Your dad lived his life, right?
All right. Now, you living yours.
Hell, I get it.
It's a fine thing to honor your pops by filling his shoes, but,
if those shoes don't fit,
it doesn't mean you have to go through life barefoot.
CASEY: Hey.
Hey, where, uh, where does Herrmann want this thing?
Uh... Up here by the door.
Okay. Uh, I guess we're done here.
Yeah. See you later, right?
Yeah, maybe.
Aren't you coming to the fundraiser?
(SCOFFS) You didn't even want me at the hospital.
That was different.
Really? What's changed?
Well, a few days have passed, your drug tests came back clean...
Yeah, I'm still getting a bunch of sideways looks, Casey.
I don't wanna deal with it. Hell with them.
We all know you didn't do anything.
Do you know that? 'Cause I don't.
I keep replaying it over and over in my head.
What color was the light? Did I check the cross traffic?
But I don't know! Cruz, listen to me.
(SIGHS) Welch thinks you screwed up. Who cares?
He doesn't know you. But everybody at 51 does.
None of us have doubted you for a single second, all right?
So don't you dare start doubting yourself.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
MAN: Thanks, man.
Whoa, $20 cover tonight.
I already paid. I just stepped out to feed the meter.
Is that right?
I already paid!
(DOOR OPENS)
Oh, man. What's up, man?
You good, bro. Thank you.
Hey!
Hey, Mouch.
Come here.
(LOW) I got some bad news for you guys.
Oh, no. What?
Casey and I, we're splitting up.
What? Get out of here.
Yeah. But, um, on the bright side,
I'm free to join you on Truck 81.
CRUZ: Yeah! (ALL CHEERING)
Yeah! Yes!
I know this could be tricky,
but it'll be worth the trouble.
You're the best lieutenant I've ever seen.
And you're gonna make me into a better firefighter more than anyone else could.
Hell, yes, I am.
MOUCH: Hey! To Gabby Dawson!
Welcome to Truck 81, baby! Yeah!
(ALL CHEERING)
(MUSIC STOPS)
Hey, uh, listen up, everybody.
I just got off the phone with Chief Boden,
who's at Chicago Med right now.
And, um, I'm happy to report
that Jason Molina
is awake and talking with the doctors!
(CROWD CHEERING)
But, um, he's got a long recovery ahead of him,
and his family's counting on us for the help,
so keep that money coming in!
All right? Yeah! ALL: Yeah!
(SIGHS)
Chief. We heard Molina was awake.
Got a little something for him.
Yeah, he's up. And he's come clean.
He says Lieutenant Welch gave him the nod.
A signal Molina understood to mean,
beat 81 to the scene, come hell or high water.
Molina and Welch are taking the heat for this one.
You're off the hook, Cruz.
Casey, while we have Chief Tiberg, do you have an answer on Dawson?
Uh, yeah, yeah.
We'd like to have Gabriela Dawson on Truck 81.
TIBERG: Dawson?
I thought there was some reason you didn't want to do that?
Personal issues. It's resolved now.
Great.
The spot's hers.
Chief. Quick question.
If Dawson's moving over to Truck,
means there's an opening for a paramedic, correct?
Correct.
Molina.
How are you feeling? Uh, I'm hanging in there.
This is Daniela, my wife.
Dani, this is Lieutenant Casey of Truck 81.
Welch and I got the two houses together.
Hopefully this is enough to get you by till Jason's on his feet.
Thank you.
He will be too.
You watch.
Thank you.
CASEY: We heard about your statement.
That took balls. Yeah.
Well, we reap what we sow, right?
So they say.
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