Chicago Fire (2012–…): Season 4, Episode 18 - On the Warpath - full transcript

Sylvie is threatened when she witnesses a murder.

- I said Severide's name
and your face turned all 50 shades of red.
You guys know each other?
- Trudy Platt... - [gasps]
Marrying you would be my greatest honor.
I've done the cocktail parties, I've gotten the message out.
If that's not enough at this point, than it's a wrap.
- He's so close and he's worked so hard.
He's the right man to be Alderman.
- [laughs]
I won. [cheering]
[all chanting] Casey! Casey! Casey!
- Yeah!
- Hey, Alderman Casey!
- Alderman Casey, Alderman Casey.
Electrical pole in my backyard blocks my view.
Anything you can do? - Alderman Casey,
I have a pothole the size of Lake Michigan on my street.
- Uh, some guy keeps pissing in the elevator
in my and Cruz's building.
- Okay. All right.
You guys feel free to write all that down
and leave it on my desk.
- Oh, hey, check it out.
"New alderman for the 52nd ward,
Matthew Casey."
- Oh, "Casey with his wife by his side."
- Ha! Actually says wife.
Damn, did I miss my own wedding?
- Well, I would have invited you,
but you get so rowdy at parties.
- Ooh, Alderman speaks the truth.
- I'd kill to miss my wedding.
Hey, hey, anybody want to write some vows?
- Hey, I got a smokin' dress for that wedding.
You better make it good.
[tense music]
- [clears throat]
- So, seriously, pothole is huge.
- Hey, do you have plans tomorrow night?
Um, "Phantasm" is showing at the Music Box.
- What's "Phantasm?"
- Come on, "Phantasm?" The tall man?
The floating metallic sphere?
- Hey, Brett. Half-caf latte?
- Oh, thank you. You saved my life.
- So yeah, "Phantasm." It's a must-see.
- What's "Phantasm?" - It--
[alarm blaring] - Ambulance 61,
man down from unknown causes. 128 South Pulaski.
- [sighs]
- So, "Phantasm" gonna happen?
- "Phantasm's" gonna happen.
Trust me.
[siren wails]
[dramatic music]
- Fire department. Need help?
- Not me. Some man went crawling through the back.
Pretty busted up.
You get him out of here. I don't want trouble.
- [groaning]
- Sir, what happened?
- Just fix me up.
- All right, let's see.
Gunshot wound.
Okay, I'm gonna wrap up the leg.
You get the stretcher and call dispatch.
Let 'em know this is a crime scene.
- You got it. - Oh, God.
Oh, oh.
- Ambulance 61, we got a GSW
at 128 South Pulaski.
- Copy that, Ambo 61.
- Easy. - [groaning]
- No, no, no, no.
- Give me your ID.
- What?
- Give me your ID!
Not a word, Sylvie Brett.
- [whimpering]
[dog barking]
- Hey, cops are on their way.
What the hell happened here?
- [whimpering]
He just ran up.
- Who?
- [coughs]
- Oh, my God.
We got to get pressure on the wound.
Sylvie, get the gauze.
Sylvie, the gauze!
- [coughing, groaning]
[dramatic music]
We got to get him out of here.
[monitors beeping]
[flatline tone]
He just arrested.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
- Dr. Jones, call extension 257.
- You need any help?
- Mm-mm.
- Hey, April. Are the cops here yet?
- I haven't seen them.
- Yeah, how's our victim doing?
- He didn't make it.
- He knows where I live.
- I know.
- What am I gonna do?
- The cops'll be here soon.
They'll know what to do.
- Buh, buh. Hey.
- Are you still willing to be my best man?
- What happened to Trudy's brother?
- Trudy won't say exactly,
but Logan got put on the no-fly list.
- I thought you'd never ask.
- "Beloved, I promise with divine assistance
"to be unto thee
a loving and faithful spouse."
- It's a traditional Quaker vow.
- No, but the Quakers are a very neutral people,
so I figure, how angry can Trudy get?
[groans] Look at me,
already losing my own voice.
- Ah, that's how it starts.
Hey, if you need help with an escape plan, I'm here--
- Hey, ignore him.
He's got a cold and sad heart.
- Ah.
- If I can't even write the vows--
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - Hey, hey, hey.
It's gonna be fine, okay?
I may have cribbed mine from a re-run of "Fantasy Island."
- [snorts]
- Hey, Mouch.
Gettin' pumped for the big day?
T-minus about 72 hours.
Am I right?
I mean, whatever.
I am not a big fan of weddings anyway.
You know, especially since the divorce.
You know what? I'm gonna get some coffee.
- Uh, wait, I've been meaning to tell you,
a free spot opened up on the guest list.
I already paid for the plate.
Might as well use it. Want to come?
- Well, with such a warm invitation, how could I say no?
Of course! Yes, of course I'm in.
- Oh, great.
Uh, you're at table three
with uh, Trudy's girlfriends and Severide.
See you there. Don't be late.
- Oh, sounds like a wild table.
Better bring your A-game, Severide.
- That's all I got.
- So breaking and entering is your A-game?
- 15 calls and 145 new e-mails.
It hasn't even been a day.
- People are excited to have someone
to fight for them on the council.
- Yeah.
Hey, um,
that thing in the "Sun-Times."
- Crazy. Crazy.
We got to make sure they have your bio right.
You should call them.
Um, I looked through the schedule
and there are a couple big votes coming up.
Permits for the St. Paddy's Day parade,
a few construction contracts.
I put together some info for you.
- Yeah.
I couldn't do it without you.
- Well, you're gonna have to.
At least right now,
'cause I got to go check out some O2 canisters
that my lieutenant keeps nagging me about.
- Hmm.
- Read up.
- The fact that it's taking them forever to get here
doesn't exactly instill me with confidence.
- There he is.
- That's him?
Doesn't look like he's been out of the academy
for more than a year.
I'm supposed to put my life in his hands?
- You could always go to Antonio first.
He would know the best way to protect you.
- Yeah, then-- that'd be way better.
- Let's do it then.
- Detective Dawson's unreachable.
You want to leave a message?
- Do you know when he'll be back?
- I am not in the habit of broadcasting the whereabouts
of CPD intelligence officers.
- Okay, I'm sorry. Is Sergeant Platt around?
- If Sergeant Platt were here,
I'd be home right now watching "Ellen."
- Hey, look.
We are not trying to give you a hard time here
but this is very urgent.
Now if you have any way of reaching Antonio...
- I'll try his cell.
[radio beeps] - Ambulance 61,
fire 5960 North Jefferson.
- I got his voicemail.
- Right. Will you just tell him to call Sylvie Brett, please?
Thank you.
[siren wailing]
[dramatic music]
- Hermann, Mouch, Kidd. With me. - Copy that.
- Okay, 51, let's get a line in there.
- Copy that, Chief.
- Fire department, call out.
- [coughs] - Jeannie.
Jeannie! - Mouch, get him out of here.
- Come on, buddy. Let's get you out of here.
- I think my friend's still in here.
- Don't worry. We'll get him.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Take it easy.
You all right? - Yeah.
- Fire department, call out.
- Fire's inside the wall. Probably electrical.
- [coughing]
- Lieutenant!
- Help! We're in here.
- Get us out! - Help!
- Somebody's inside.
- Hurry!
- [grunts]
It's locked.
- [coughing]
- Easy. Easy. We got you.
Come on.
- How many left inside?
- I don't know.
They're inside an old bank vault.
We need to figure out a way in.
The door's never supposed to be closed, ever.
- Thank you.
Can you get into a vault door?
- We can try. What's it look like?
- Old, rectangular-style. Pretty thick steel.
- External hinges?
- I think so.
- Cruz, K-12, come with me.
- On it.
- Hey, this way.
- We don't have a lot of time.
- Give me the saw.
- You're good!
[saw whirring]
- Severide, give me an update.
- Making progress, Chief,
but the walls are going up fast.
- Okay, 81.
Get another saw in there, just in case.
- Copy that.
- Get it. - Got it.
- Severide, get out of there.
- He's almost through.
- Cruz.
Get ready.
Son of a bitch!
- Go, go!
- Kidd, get him out of here.
- [groans]
- Okay, let's get out of here!
- All right, let's go.
[triumphant music]
- The fire was coming at us and I just pulled the door shut.
I wasn't even thinking.
- [groans]
It's barely a sunburn. It's no big deal.
I thought I had more time. - Uh-huh.
- Those walls went up crazy fast, Chief.
- Hey, we're taking some smoke inhalation victims to Med.
You should come and get that checked out.
- I'll live.
- Okay. Have it your way.
- Flames shouldn't have spread that fast.
- What the hell were those walls made out of?
[melancholy music]
- It's not even my birthday yet.
- Polystyrene insulation.
Found that during overhaul.
It's why the hallway went up so fast.
- I still don't get how that stuff is legal.
- City's been trying to ban it for years.
Any decent contractor would have used rock wool, fiberglass.
Unless they're trying to save a buck.
- Everything all right?
- I got socked in the eye that last call.
Think it might have aggravated
the corneal abrasion I had last year.
- Where?
- It's red. Right there.
Vision's a little blurry too.
Ugh, talk about bad timing.
Wedding's supposed to be in two days.
Maybe I just push it.
What's a couple months?
- Yeah, summer's better for weddings anyway, right?
Why rush into things?
- Mouch, I don't see a damn thing
wrong with your eye.
- [sighs]
I'll just put some ice on it.
Should heal up fine.
- [scoffs]
- Hey. Listen to this.
That Wine Bar was renovated by Gallo Construction,
who happens to be bidding on a big city contract
which happens to be one of the first measures I'm voting on.
- Small world, Chicago.
I can stop them from landing that contract.
- With your one vote?
- Yeah.
Plus, I'll stand up at the meeting
and say something persuasive, inspirational.
- Go get 'em, tiger.
- Yeah, oh, ye of little faith.
- It's not you. Just...
Never seems to shake out for the little guy,
the politics game.
But hey, if you can take this company down on your own,
by all means, go for it.
- I plan to.
It shouldn't have happened.
- Are you ready?
- Yeah, let's get out of here.
- Hey, that cop ever catch up with you guys
about the gunshot victim?
He said he needed to get a statement.
I think he left a number somewhere.
- We need to talk to Boden.
- Yeah, as soon as we get back.
I'll handle this. - Okay.
[exhales sharply]
- Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. What's wrong?
- Jimmy, he knows.
He knows we went to the cops.
- Hey Dawson?
Have you heard from Antonio today?
- Uh, no.
No, why, what's up?
- We left word for him but that was hours ago.
- If you have any way of getting a hold of him,
I could really use his help.
I messed up.
- Brett, what's going on?
- Chief, I know I should have said something to you sooner.
- Sooner?
You should have called me from the scene.
I would have met you at Med.
Not left your side until I was sure that you were safe.
Damn it, Brett.
My job is to take care of my people.
How can I do that if they're not being up front with me?
It's gonna be okay, Brett.
We are gonna figure this out.
[knock at door]
- Oh, Antonio.
The cop at the hospital.
I've--I've just never seen him before
and I wanted to talk to someone I trust.
- I told her to go to you first.
That's--it's on me.
- Yeah, and it would have helped to have a jump in this guy,
but Gabby caught me up.
So, let's get moving now.
- Okay.
- We IDed your GSW victim.
He's a member of a crew out of Detroit.
They came here to pull a job,
it went sideways somehow,
and now one of them's on a warpath.
There's three crew members dead already.
You recognize any of these guys?
- Um...
That's him.
- He's the shooter?
The one who threatened you? You sure?
- Mm-hmm.
- His name's Dale Kjorven.
We need to make sure he never gets that close to you again.
- Hey.
Yes. Can I help?
- Alderman Casey? - Uh-huh.
- Hey. John Gallo.
- Gallo Construction.
- I just wanted to come by and introduce myself.
Thought I may as well meet the man himself.
- Huh.
Yeah, well, I was just calling around,
find out if cheap styrene insulation
or just at a place where my friend nearly lost an arm?
- Yeah, okay. Slow down.
Okay, I was as angry as you are to find out what happened.
No way I would approve work like that.
You were in business for a while there yourself, weren't you?
- Still am. - Yeah, well, you understand.
Sub-contractor substitutes crap material,
cheats you out of a couple bucks.
- And this sub-contractor,
you plan to use them for the concert hall?
- Matt, if you knew me, you'd know.
I do good work.
- Except for this one time.
- You play golf?
- All right, you and me, 18 holes down at Ridgemoor.
- I don't think that's--
- Friday afternoon. I'll set it up.
I'm not taking no for an answer.
- Hey.
Kidd and I are gonna stay with Brett tonight.
Antonio says she'll have 'round the clock protection,
but still.
- Glad you'll be there.
- 45 aldermen voted for Gallo's last contract.
- Isn't that all of them?
- All but five.
And he's--he's pretty tied up with a lot of them.
Donations, fundraisers, stuff like that.
He's got the whole city council in his pocket.
- Yeah, it sounds like it.
Winning this vote, it's a long shot, Matt.
- Yeah, but guys like Gallo?
They'll just keep getting away with things like this
until someone stands up to them.
- You gonna take him on?
- Hell yeah.
- Okay.
Then I'm placing my bet on the long shot.
- Hey, I'm giving you a ride.
- Oh, um, that's okay.
CPD's got guys watching me 24/7. So...
- That's great, but I'm still giving you a ride.
- Really?
- Yeah, come on.
- You get why "Phantasm"
isn't the first thing on her mind right now, right?
- Dude, "Phantasm" was never gonna happen.
If it wasn't for some guy trying to kill her,
it would have been something else.
I stated my intentions, shaved my moustache.
Truth is,
just ain't happening.
- [exhales sharply]
Tell you what.
How about we go get a Blu-ray of "Phantasm,"
12-pack of beer,
head on home and do some morning drinking, huh?
- Hey!
- Fellas.
- Hawks up by two. - Great. Glad to hear it.
So listen, the wedding's off.
- Mouch, what the hell?
You lose your mind?
- Came to his senses is all.
People are flying in from as far away as Sheboygan.
I got myself four cases of bubbly for the bar.
- Guys, here's the thing.
Trudy and I have ballroom dancing on Tuesdays.
Then there's wine tasting classes on Wednesdays.
Pottery nights, improv workshops on the weekends.
Finally it hit me.
I can't keep this up the rest of my life.
- You don't have to. Bail. - Zip it.
- I just started thinking, what's gonna happen
when Trudy realizes who she married
was not the sophisticated, cultured Randall
she's been seeing this whole time,
but just regular old Mouch
who likes to watch "Junkyard Wars" and order pizza?
- All right. You know, Cindy used to drag me
halfway across Chicago when we were dating.
I mean, you know, art galleries,
you know, hole-in-the-wall jazz bars.
Awful, awful stuff, all right?
Then we get married, and all of a sudden,
she's, like, perfectly happy to stay at home,
watch TV, eat stuff on the couch.
- That's your pep talk?
- So, I ask her, you know, "What gives?"
And she looks at me and she says,
"Babe, why do you think they call it dating?"
Mouch, I swear to you, six days from now,
you're gonna be wearing sweats, watching The History Channel,
you know, and eating rocky road.
- You promise?
- 22 years of experience.
- That sounds good to you, Mouch?
Rocky road?
- Would you prefer ballroom dancing?
- Right.
- Brett, you want another beer?
- No, I'm good, thanks.
- What about you, Mrs. Casey?
- Ugh, I hope nobody at headquarters saw that caption.
They'd kick us off Truck for being a couple.
- That why you two haven't tied the knot?
- Yeah.
But the truth is,
I like things the way they are.
I'm happier than I've been in a long time.
- That's great. - See?
Being single's the only way to live.
- Uh, that's not exactly what I said.
- But it's exactly what you meant.
- No, it isn't. - All right, fine.
You know what, how about
we call up a couple guys,
put together a nice little game of Spin the Bottle?
- Spin the Bottle. You regress in the winter?
[phone ringing]
- You know, I don't know what that means.
- If you're gonna play anything, you should be playing
Seven Minutes of Heaven, not Spin the Bottle.
Spin the Bottle's dumb now.
- First of all, let's go back. Regress?
You remember the last time we played Spin the Bottle?
- The cops can't watch you forever, Sylvie Brett.
- Come all out and be like, "Hey, I'm ready."
- Hey.
Hey, who is it?
- Will you let me know if the situation changes?
Yeah. Thank you.
They tracked the call to an unregistered cell phone,
but then it went dark.
So far they have no other leads on this Kjorven guy.
I'm going to need you to do a shift with Jimmy.
- Got it. - Cool.
- No, no, not cool.
but I don't want to let this guy stop me from doing my job.
- It is not your decision.
I can't have you out on calls
until this threat is neutralized.
- Chief-- - Please, do not argue with me.
Thank you. That's all.
- Chief, is this about me not coming to you first--
- I am not punishing you, Brett.
I'm taking care of you.
- Hey. - Hi.
- Uh, about Mouch's wedding.
It occurred to me that you're probably bringing Grant.
- Your business, but last time I saw him,
he was coming at me with a banjo,
so I think it might be best
if I changed tables.
- Yeah, well um, actually,
it was a mandolin,
but no, not bringing Grant.
Finally made a clean break.
- Oh, good.
To know.
- Yeah.
So uh, we should be good.
I mean, unless any of your exes are gonna be at the table.
- Is that a problem for you?
- Well, no, not a problem for me.
More of a problem for you, really, see,
because I'm gonna be looking good,
and the last thing that I need
is some jealous hussy reading into things wrong,
causing a scene.
- Guess I'd better take a closer look at the guest list.
- Guess you better.
- Fine, but we shouldn't reward him for it with a city contract.
Sure, and I realize he has a lot of support on the council,
but if enough of us are willing to stand up to him, we--
Yes, just give it some thought, Gene.
That's all I'm asking.
- [chuckles] - Thank you.
So glad you talked me into this.
- You're doing great.
- Good morning. This is Matt Casey.
I'm looking for an Alderman Dooley.
- So when the alarm comes in, you just tap right there
that the company is responding. It's pretty straightforward.
- And pretty boring, so try not to fall asleep.
- Well, I don't think I'll ever sleep again,
so it shouldn't be a problem.
- Hey.
Sooner or later, this guy's gonna come up for air,
and the cops'll be there.
- Yeah. Thanks for having my back.
- The whole house does.
[alarm blares]
- Well... - Ambulance 61.
Person in distress. - Okay, I got this.
- 4420 South Western Boulevard. - There you go.
- Well played.
[siren wailing]
[dramatic music]
- [coughs]
- Gunshot wound to the abdomen.
- Give me some pads.
- Suspect matched an investigative alert
so the officers pulled him over.
He drew a weapon, started shooting.
They returned fire and--
- Hey, slow your breathing, okay?
Easy breaths.
- Dawson, that's him.
- What? What's him?
- It's Brett's ID.
- Didn't work, did it?
- I'll take that. Evidence.
- It sounds clear.
I don't know why he's not breathing.
No blood pressure.
There's got to be blockage.
Maybe it's an embolism. Let's intubate.
He's asystole. Push an epi.
- Dawson?
- Another gunshot wound?
- Yeah.
It's crepitus.
Skull's fractured.
No pulse.
- Call Chicago Med.
Request a termination in the field.
There's nothing more we can do.
[dramatic music]
- You ready?
- Mm-hmm.
That's him.
- Hell of a thing.
- Yes, it is.
- Hey.
It's over.
- Was he responsive when you got here?
- Yeah, but not for long.
He had a head wound that we didn't see at first.
There was nothing we could do.
It felt wrong giving it our all for a guy like that.
- Yeah, I don't know if I would have.
- Oh, hey, excuse me a sec. - Sure.
- Thanks. Alderman Casey.
Good effort in there.
I appreciate a big swing.
- Yeah. Sure.
- Listen, I meant what I said.
You ought to come to the club sometime.
You never know. Maybe I can actually help.
- And why would I want your help?
I just told the whole council
I think you're a crook and a liar.
- A term is a long time, Matt.
We ought to find a way to work together.
Great try out there tonight.
[jazz music]
- Hey.
- You look great.
- Thank you. How did it go?
- My first vote, my first loss.
Pretty resounding defeat.
- I'm sorry, baby.
- That--that--little heavy on the pours there, pal.
Hey, there he is. The man of the hour.
I'm glad you showed.
Thanks again for getting my head straight.
- [laughs]
- [exhales sharply]
- Thank you.
- To my best man
and the best day of my life.
- I ca--I can't do this.
- Trudy, yes you can. - Take a deep breath.
- One of our first dates was in a hot air balloon.
Randall loved it.
Said it was everything he'd been missing in his life.
I almost threw up in that thing.
Ever since then it has been non-stop.
Cooking classes, wine tasting,
macramé, square dancing classes.
I'm exhausted.
- Trudy.
Hey. Get it together, okay?
When Mouch said it was everything
he'd been missing in his life,
he didn't mean the hot air balloon.
He meant you.
- Do you really think so?
- I do.
Look, I've known Mouch a really long time,
and I have never seen him happier.
- I do--I love him.
Okay, I'm doing this.
I am pulling this off, right?
- Absolutely. - Gorgeous.
- I can't stand these things.
They make me sweat.
Who invented these things?
You can wear them.
Okay, give me the bouquet.
I don't know why I'm even talking to you two anyway.
You can't even lock down a man.
["Here Comes The Bride" plays]
[rock music]
- Excuse me.
You don't happen to have Tovaritch Vodka, do you?
- No. Sorry.
How do you know about Tovaritch?
- I got a taste for it when I lived in Russia.
- What were you doing there?
- I got my masters in Russian Literature
at the State University in St. Petersburg.
- You're kidding.
My family's from Chernyshevskaya Prospekt.
- My grandmother's from the Petrograd side.
- [chuckles]
- You lied.
- Yeah, well, it's my personal stock.
For Russians only.
- [speaks Russian]
[both speaking Russian]
- I like your moustache.
- Oh.
- I don't either. - It makes no sense.
- Okay, look, we're going to find out
- Yeah, you might as well be the one to spill the beans.
- Fine, I'll let you do the honors.
- Oh.
- Okay, all right, I would be happy
to be the one to tell the tale.
Okay. So, late one night,
I'm coming back from a tactical training course
at the academy.
The moon was bright as hell that night, I remember.
I unlock my door
and I hear this sound coming from the roof.
So I look up,
and then suddenly,
there's Severide
rappelling down from my skylight
singing Sinatra's "This Love of Mine"
with a rose in his mouth.
He'd been mooning over me for weeks.
Poor guy was so blinded by love
he didn't know what he was doing.
SWAT team let him go after a few hours.
- You did it. Put a rose in your mouth.
- Okay, seriously.
There was a key under the mat.
I talked Grant out of calling the cops,
and next day he comes to me and he says,
"Thanks, I owe you a big favor."
- Still do, I guess.
- Still do.
["Baby Blue (With Diamonds)" by Zachary Kibbee plays]
- ♪ You are my soul
♪ And I feel empty inside ♪
♪ When you are not home
the "Sun-Times" thought we were married, but...
- ♪ I can't stop loving you
- Maybe it's even crazier we're not.
- We have a good reason.
- We did when you were just starting out,
but you're not a candidate anymore.
I bet Chief would put you on Engine at 51.
We'd still be at the same house.
- ♪ Oh, my sweet love
- Matt.
- ♪ I'll give you the world
- I'm--I'm really happy the way things are.
We get to be together at work and home.
I've got a job that I love and so do you.
- You don't want more?
- ♪ Almost as beautiful as you ♪
- Baby, you just became Alderman.
You got a lot on your plate.
Let's--let's give it a little time
and then let the dust settle.
- ♪ And I'll show you what you mean to me ♪
- That sound okay?
- ♪ With diamonds
- Yeah, of course.
- Oh, uh, you know what we forgot? Hi.
Thank you.
We never properly celebrated your victory.
- I didn't get a chance to congratulate
Mouch and Trudy before the ceremony.
Let me just do that.
- ♪ Even if I tried to
♪ 'Cause you're the one for me ♪
♪ My baby blue