Chicago Fire (2012–…): Season 4, Episode 7 - Sharp Elbows - full transcript

- When I make a move
to change the way

Boden's doing things,
I want to make sure

that you're ready to step up.

- Yes, Chief, I am.

- Are we doing
something wrong here?

- Why shouldn't we
go for it?

- Get a C-collar on this guy.

- You keep consistently
undermining my authority.

Take the next shift off.

- You're suspending me?
- You're lucky that's all.

- Wallace Boden,
can you tell me if you've ever



been at the house
of Serena Holmes?

- Yeah,
she locked herself out.

- Wow, thank you.

- She told us a man named
Boden broke down her door

and attacked her.

I'd like you to come with me.

- Run it by me again,

the nature of your relationship
with Ms. Holmes.

- I told you before,
we don't have a relationship.

She rented the apartment
next door.

She asked for my assistance.

- And you gave it to her,
correct?

- Yes, I did.

- Kicked her door down?



- At her request, yes.

Like you, I'm a civil servant.

People need help,
I don't hesitate.

- Did you touch Ms. Holmes
at that time?

- No, I did not.

- Threaten her in any way?

- Are we finished here?

- Put it this way.

Your account doesn't exactly
jibe with the 911 call.

Feel like changing it,
I'd do so

before the State's Attorney
approves felony charges.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How was the drive?
- The usual--long.

- Hey.
- Good to see ya.

Suspended?
- Yeah, it's not big deal.

- The hell it isn't.

What the hell kind of
operation's

Wally Boden running anyway?

- The captain is the one
who dinged me.

I got it under control.

How much longer
you in town?

- I was going to split
right after the gala,

until I heard this

jag-off put you on ice.
You hit him back?

- Look, it's been
a rough couple days.

I don't need you coming in here
and telling me what I did wrong.

- Don't be rolling over,
Kelly.

- Benny.
- Hey, Casey.

You got a take
on this mess?

- We put a call
into the union reps.

It's just a ding right now.

- In my day,
somebody came at your buddy,

he got dragged
into the alley.

- First of all,
this is a captain--

- Who stepped up
to Kelly off-duty, in a bar.

Fair game.

- Second of all,
if Kelly had kept his cool,

it may not have come to this.

And yes, I got his back,
if that's what you're asking.

- Do you?

- It's good seeing you,
Benny.

Running late for shift.

- This guy,
what's his name?

- Don't get involved.

- Something Patterson,
right?

- [laughs]

- I can't stop thinking
about you.

- I know. Same.

- Not at work,
though, right?

- Never.
- Oh.

- You hear anything
from Chief, Lieutenant?

I went by his office.
The lights were out.

- Left a message.

Said he'll be
in in a couple hours.

- Is everything okay?

- Far as I know. Why?

- Well, 18 years I been
crawling hallways with the guy,

and never once
has he been late to shift.

That guy's the Cal Ripken
of the CFD.

- Silent auction for the charity
gala kicks off today

and all proceeds
go to help young burn victims,

so don't be cheap asses!

- Four-man Squad today.

- More drills for everyone.

- Severide dodged a bullet.
- Yeah.

- I'm not expecting
a Christmas card,

and I don't give a damn
if you like me,

but you will respect the rank.

Understood?
[alarm sounds]

- Truck 81,
Squad 3, Ambulance 61.

Accident,
520 South Millard Ave.

[siren wailing]

[dramatic music]

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- Move! Back up!

Back up!

- You see what happened?
- Yeah,

I was ringing up a customer.

The guy swerved to avoid a car
and hit the curb.

It launched like a missile.

It must've have
killed him on impact.

- Come over here.
It's gonna be okay.

- [groaning]

He--Help me!

- Easy, easy.
I need some help in here!

- [groans]

- Shallow breathing,
rapid pulse.

- We don't transport him fast,
he's gonna bleed out.

- Keep his weight off the glass.
We'll cut him out.

- Herrmann, backboards
and cribbing.

Two of them.
You and Dawson inside.

Mouch and Otis out.
- Help me, please!

- Guys, you need to back up.

[crowd murmuring]

- Hey, back up.

Jimmy, traffic control.

Get those rubberneckers
the hell out of here.

- Keep it moving.
Let's go.

- Lung's nicked.
He's crashing.

- Hang in there, okay?
We're gonna get you out.

- Otis, hurry up
with the rest of that cribbing!

- Yo, back off.

Hey, back off!

- Keep it moving.
- All right. All right.

Take it easy.

- [grunts]

What the hell?
- Lieutenant!

- I'm fine.
Deal with this.

- I'm so sorry.

- Yeah, okay.
Just keep moving.

- We're good.
- Coming in.

- Cruz, let's score this.

[glass clinking]

- Good!

- Let's roll him
on Chili's three.

- One, two, three.

- Onto the backboard on three.
One, two, three.

- Ready?
One, two, three.

- Define traffic control.
- I'm sorry, Lieutenant.

There was this kid, and he was
trying to take a picture.

- Next time,
stick to your post.

- Yes, sir.

- Hoo, Captain R-F-C must be
crushed he missed a photo op.

- You an officer, Otis?

- No, sir.
- Then keep your mouth shut.

It's a captain
you're talking about.

- Dawson, how you doing?
- Good, Captain.

- How is it being back?

- Fine.

- Job can be difficult
following a trauma.

- If that's a question,

respectfully,
I decline to answer.

- There something
I'm unaware of here?

- Just want
to make sure my words

don't come back
to bite me.

- Did I do something
to put you off?

- Let's just say the trust
factor around here--

it's been higher.

Excuse me.

- What's the latest
on Severide's suspension?

Anybody hear anything?

- Last time I checked,
one shift meant one shift.

- Yeah, but,
like, one shift one shift?

Or does it extend
to all CFD events?

- Uh-uh, forget that.
I told you and Cruz last year,

Trawling Tradition's over with.
- What's that?

- Every gala, Cruz and Otis
follow around Severide,

and chase after the girls
in his wake.

- Enough feeding
on Severide's crumbs, all right?

Otis, there's got to be somebody
you want to bring.

Hey, there he is.

Starting to worry about you,
Chief.

- Can I have a word with you
and Mouch in my office, please?

- Yeah.
- Casey.

- I swear on my child's life,
I didn't do this.

- Given your reputation,
they got to know this is nuts.

- Truth is, I don't know
what to do from here.

- Your first call
is your union steward.

I'll handle that.
- Got a lawyer, Chief?

- I didn't do nothing wrong.
- All the more reason.

- Ashley Daniels.

She's Cindy's best friend
from childhood.

She's a high-powered
criminal defense attorney.

Cindy'll give her a call,
get you in right away.

- Thanks.

- That's two to you, Cruz.

- Joey Cruz.

- Hey, there he is.
I'm glad you came.

- I didn't have
nothing better to do

and you said come,
so you know, I came.

- This is who I was
telling you guys about--

Freddie Clemente, Leon's boy.

Hey, I'll meet you inside
in a sec, okay?

- Okay.

- Um, I, uh--

I just wanted to say
thank you

for letting Freddie spend
some time in the house.

Means a lot to me.

- Yeah, well, sometimes people
need a hand up.

- Thanks again.

- I know it's
a delicate question.

Were there any relations
with Ms. Holmes?

- Serena Holmes was my neighbor,
nothing more.

- Okay, I have to ask--

the reason being that a surprise
on the stand can be fatal.

The circumstantial evidence
is pretty damning.

She picked you
out of a photo array,

and your boot print's
on her front door.

- Have they looked
into this woman?

I mean, she targeted my husband,
fabricated an assault.

There's no way
she got crazy overnight.

- It'll all come out, Donna.

Now, is there anyone
who can corroborate

your version of the events?

- I was alone at the time.

- You need to know,

because you admitted to
kicking in Ms. Holmes' door,

Detective Wheeler
is pushing to upgrade the charge

from aggravated battery
to home invasion.

- Meaning?
- If convicted,

instead of 3-5 years,
you're looking at 30.

- [exhales sharply]

[knock on door]

- 81's incident report
for that last call.

- Thank you.

Matt, I appreciate you
getting my back with Otis.

- Chain of command,
that's all.

- Appreciated nonetheless.

- The confrontation
with Severide--

it warrants a formal report?

- That's why I wrote it up.

- It took place off shift,
at a bar.

- He threatened me
with physical violence.

I could have charged
him with conduct unbecoming.

- That's not what he said.

- You're his roommate.

- The warpath
you're on against him--

is this Riddle's bidding
or your own?

- My loyalty is to the job--
being the best officer I can.

That's why I told Severide

to cool out, instead of knocking
him on his ass.

Look, if it was me,
trying get my bugle back,

I'd be using the time
to get my head straight.

[knock at door]

- Hey, what's up?

- About 20 years
back I get in this beef

with Billy Ryman,
Engine Lieutenant on 36.

He starts squawking
to the Battalion Chief.

"Benny's been ghost payrolling,"
he says.

"One of his guys,
Joe Vincenti,

he's on the roster as working,
but he's never there."

Which was true.

Joe's kid had cancer.
He's where he should have been.

- Let me guess.
You went ballistic.

- Well, I called one
of my buddies at CPD

and had Ryman tailed home.

Turns out he was living
in the suburbs.

Didn't want to relocate
after getting hired by the city.

A week later, he got axed
for falsifying his residence.

I turned over a couple rocks
on Captain Patterson.

- Pop, I--listen, I told you
before, just stay out of it.

- Listen to me, Kelly.

You can be a grunt
ten years from now,

climbing ladders
with bum knees

or you can do what it
takes to survive on this job.

It'll bother you for a week,

and then it'll be like it
never happened.

I'll see you at the gala.

[tense music]

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[knock at door]

- Glad I caught you in.

Got a phone call from
Detective Wheeler in the 29th.

- The accusation
is completely unfounded.

I assure you, my--

- I'm here to offer my support,
Wallace.

We've had our differences,
you and I,

but we stand by our own.

- Thanks.

- That being said,
best you lay low for the gala.

Lot of eyeballs.
Hate to draw attention away

from a good cause.

- I'm confident that the charges
will be dropped.

- Better to plug the hole
before the dam breaks, right?

- Is that an order?

- Gentleman's request.

- Okay.

- Hey, hey.

- Hey, what's up?

- Eh, women, right?

- Huh?

- Just crazy stuff.

You never really know.

- I don't follow.

- Listen, do you still
have feelings for Brett?

- Why?

- Because I'm considering
asking her to the gala.

That's why.

- Are you kidding me?

- Whoa, I--whoa, hey, whoa.

- So I went to go
pass the ball, and I did--

boom!

When the cat goes pom,
you say pooh!

You know what I mean?

- Freddie, come here!

- We'll talk about this later.

- Get in there, man!

What's the matter with you?
- What?

- Coming in here strapped?

- Man, I ain't seen no
metal detectors.

- This is a firehouse.
Show some respect.

- Man, I didn't mean nothing.

- You cannot be bringing
the streets up in here.

If my boss would've seen that,
I'd be gone.

- You don't gotta talk
down to me like I'm some punk.

- Freddie, you--
- Don't touch me, fool, I swear!

You don't know who I am!

- Hey!

- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm cool.

[dramatic music]

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- You're here late.

- And you're early.
Come back next shift.

- Yeah, I was just
checking in about that--

making sure nothing's changed.

- If it had,
you'd have heard about it.

Look, Kelly I've got
some paperwork to catch up on,

so if there's nothing else.

[train clacking]

- Ah, damn!

What do you want?

- Hey, man, just give me
a minute, all right,

you don't like what you hear,
I'll leave.

Look, you saved
my brother's life, Freddie.

You ask for my help,
you got it...whatever it takes.

- [scoffs] That's cute.

- Come on,
I just want to help you.

- I don't need no help.

I was stupid last time.
Forget I came.

- Fre--Wait!

- Hey, sorry.

- I got five minutes before I
got to meet a tenant downtown.

- Yeah, uh, your camera,
where does it record to?

Is that on property,
or is that off-site?

- You should try
talking to each other

down at the district--
save you gas money.

Like I told the detective,
it's just for show.

- I am not a police officer.

I need to speak to a renter
of yours, a Miss Serena Holmes.

Did she leave
a forwarding address?

- Fire department, huh?
- Yeah.

This is really important.

- No promises,
but I'll shake the trees, Chief.

- Thanks.

- Whatever Patterson does,
don't lose your cool.

- Yeah, yeah,
I heard you the first time.

- Look, he's just trying
to bait you

into another infraction.

I mean, we all got to be careful
around this guy.

- Yeah, she's got this Captain
Patterson/Chief Riddle

unholy-alliance theory going.

Get two glasses of wine in her,
she'll tell you all about it.

- It's supported by facts.

- Mmm, not entirely.

- No, not entirely.

- Casey, Dawson.

- Chief.

- Good to see you, Kelly.
- Good to be back, Chief.

[siren chirps]

- Boden, get in.

- What for?

- Impeding an ongoing
criminal investigation.

Or you want to make a show?

- Chief, you okay?
- Back off.

- It's okay.
I can handle this.

Am I under arrest?
- Do you want to be?

Or do you want to get
in the car nice and easy?

- It's okay.

- All I did was ask the landlord

for the footage
from the security cameras.

- First call he made was to me.

In Chicago, we call it
"witness tampering."

- I did nothing wrong.
- That a fact?

We found the wine
bottle out in the alley.

Care to guess whose prints
forensics pulled off it?

- She handed me that.
I declined.

- Why not tell me earlier?
- It didn't cross my mind.

- And you did what with it?
- Handed it back to her.

- Or...

you took it as an invite
to put your hand down her pants.

At which time
she told you to leave.

You got outside.
Blood was boiling.

Figured you'd teach her
a lesson,

so you kicked down her door

and beat the piss
out of her with that bot--

- How dare you?
- Sit down.

I'll apprise you
when we're finished, Sergeant.

- No, I'll just sit in, thanks--

keep an eye
on my friend here.

- [sighs]

We're done.
- Cool.

- For now.

- Serena Holmes, 32,
no major priors,

no psychiatric history--

that's on record, anyway.

- I swear I did not have
relations with that girl.

- I never thought you did.

- She knew
the burner wasn't on.

She put that bottle
in my hand deliberately.

I just can't figure out
why she's doing this.

- Maybe somebody
put her up to it.

Look, you want this
taken care of,

I can look into it.

Just depends on your tolerance

for getting down and dirty,
Chief.

- No,
I didn't do nothing wrong.

The truth will come out.

- Okay, fair enough.

Just know the offer stands,

just in case things
start getting hip deep.

- Thanks.
- Anytime.

[overlapping chatter]

- Okay, according to Mouch,

the union is standing strongly
behind the Chief,

but apparently Chief Riddle

asked Boden
not to attend the gala.

[both groan]
- Come on.

- Who said this?
- Unnamed source.

- So Riddle's hanging
Boden out to dry?

- Maybe we should ask
the captain.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Gabby.

- Well, you're Riddle's guy,
right?

- Exactly what are you
trying to say?

- Why don't you tell us?

Is this you and Riddle
trying to replace

every single
one of us at 51?

- This is not the time
or the place.

- I'm just asking the Captain
a question.

- I'll ask you one.

You want to get dismissed
for a shift? If so, keep it up.

- All right, she doesn't work
for you. That's number one.

- Hey, keeping our cool,
right?

- What's this meeting
for, Lieutenant?

- Meeting's over.

- Great.

- Hey, Boden just rolled up.
He wants to meet with us.

- Okay.

- If you had a silver bullet
on somebody,

would you use it?

- Patterson?

- How silver are we talking?

- There's some records on him.

Got them from when he was 17,
boosting cars,

some things worse.

Wouldn't be too flattering
if it got out,

especially since
he's an officer.

Would damn sure
get him off our back at 51.

- Listen,
whatever you choose,

I'll back you up.
You know that.

But in my experience,

when you step down
in the gutter,

part of you never leaves it.

- [sighs]

Thanks.

- That's why I love you.

- Hey, can you believe
this? Assault charges?

- I know.

Oh, hey,
about that Brett thing.

My head was someplace else
when you approached me.

The truth is,
Sylvie's a great girl

and things between us
are over,

so if you want
to ask her out, go ahead.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Cause I won't do it if--
- Take yes for an answer, Otis.

- Hey, Sylvie.

Sorry.

Hey,
do you have any towels?

'Cause I was going to go clean
up the mess that I made in the--

- Unbelievable. What is it
with you guys and these towels?

I swear it's the only reason
you come around here.

- You know what?
It's not a priority.

- Okay.

- Was there something else,
Otis?

- The gala--
are you going with anyone?

- Um, Chili and Jimmy.

- So, I was thinking--

and it doesn't have to be
such a big deal, you know?

And you can say no
if you want.

It can be casual,
or not, whatever you want.

Uh--
- Are you asking me out?

- Uh, y-y-yeah.
Yeah?

You know,
I talked to Cruz,

and he said it was cool, so...

- Uh...

Yeah, well...

things didn't exactly work out
between me and him,

so I'm not really
into dating in-house,

but thank you for asking me.

It's--it's really flattering.

- Oh, yeah. No worries.

I'll see you there anyway.

- Oh, uh, Otis!
Here.

- Thank you.

- Voight raised the possibility

that someone else
might be behind it.

- Any idea who?

- Someone
with a serious grievance.

- Maybe it's not someone
who's angry.

Maybe it's someone
who's got something

to gain if you go down.

- Such as?

- Chief Riddle.
- Oh boy.

- I mean, think about it.

He's been after you
since the crack-house fire.

He's making a run
for Commissioner.

- And he's going to frame
the Chief for assault?

- Somebody did, right?

- Wouldn't surprise me.

When Larson burned up
in the Wood Street fire,

Riddle started throwing
his own guys under the bus

before Larson was even cold.

[alarm sounds]

- Truck 81,
Squad 3, Ambulance 61.

Man in distress,
9178 South Poplar Avenue.

[sirens wailing]

[dramatic music]

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- Victim's unconscious
on the roof.

Help the ladies
get the stair chair up there.

- This cable's not letting
his lungs expand.

Capp! Cut it off him.
- Done.

- Hey! Hey! Hold it!

- Help! Help me!
- Yeah, I got--

I got a second victim hanging
over the back of the building.

I need the aerial.
Give me an ETA on the truck.

- 81! Your ETA?

- ETA 81 is three minutes.

I repeat,
ETA 81 is three minutes.

- They're three minutes out.

- Help! Help me!

- Be right down.
- Pulse is weak.

If this guy doesn't get air
soon, we're gonna lose him.

- Capp, Cruz, find a place
to dig your heels in.

I'm anchoring off you two.
- Have you lost your mind?

- Chili!

You get ready to cut that cable.
- Right.

[tense music]

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- Severide,
you sure about this?

- Just don't let go
of the rope.

Ready?

- Set.

- Hold on.
I'm coming for you.

All right, Cruz.

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All right, I gotcha.
I gotcha. I gotcha.

What's your name?
- Steve.

- Just hold on tight.
- Okay.

- All right.

Victim's secure.
Cut the cable.

[cable whooshes]
- [grunting]

- Aah!
- I got ya!

[both grunting]

- [screams]
- I got ya! I got ya!

[both panting]

- [grunts]
- [screams]

- Brett! Brett!

[grunting]

- Little help here!

- Do not let go!

- Oh my God!
- I got ya!

[siren wailing]

[dramatic music]

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- Hang on, guys!

- Any day now!
- Ladder's here!

[all grunting]

[whirring]

I got ya.

- Hermann, go!

- I got ya.
I got ya.

- All good?

- There you go.

- [exhales sharply]
- All right.

- Capp.

Thanks, Tony.

- That was rock and roll
up there.

- Yeah, I didn't know
I had it in me.

- Never know
till you go for it.

- Hey, man, um,
I just wanted to let you know,

I decided not to ask Sylvie
to the gala after all.

It just didn't seem right.

- Dude, I knew you wouldn't.

- How could I?
Bros for life, right?

- Hey, I changed my mind,
actually,

I would love to go with you.

- Oh, okay,
great, awesome.

- Okay.

- Cruz, Freddie's back.

- Thanks.

- You want me to keep
an eye out?

- No, I'm cool.

Help yourself.

- Yo, um...
apologies for, you know,

getting up
in your face like that.

It wasn't right.
- Forgiven.

What's going on with you?

- A guy in my crew clocked me
coming out of the firehouse.

He seen me.

- Did you tell him
it wasn't you?

- I said that,
but he seen me.

- Okay, Freddie, look.

It's time for you
to make a decision, right now.

You keep kicking the tires,

you're gonna
get yourself jammed up.

- So, like, what then?
- Walk away.

Tell everyone you moved,
and don't ever go back.

You can stay with me,
or I'll find you a place...

but if you don't,
you can't come back here.

You'll get yourself killed.

- [sighs]

- Call it.

- Yo...

yo can you get me out, bro?

Just--just--just get me out.

- Okay.
Come on.

- Patterson.

Doesn't matter how I got this,

but you should know
it's out there

so you can get ahead of it.

[tense music]

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- What he's doing to me
is criminal conspiracy.

- We're talking about
a Deputy District Chief

who could be the next
Fire Commissioner.

- Donna, I don't give a damn
what title Ray Riddle holds.

- Wallace,
listen to yourself.

Where are you going?

Wallace.

Wallace.

- You drop it
on that clown yet?

- [clears throat]

No.

- Nothing wrong
with sharp elbows, Kelly.

Chicago was built on 'em.

- Hey, Ray, Ray.

If you're behind this,

I swear I will find out.
And believe me--

- Excuse me?
What are you talking about?

- You know damn well
what I'm talking about--

- Take your hands off of me.
- Come on.

- He set me up. You're the one
that's setting me up.

- Come on, not right now.
Come on, let's take a walk.

Hey.

How's it going?

- Mind if we join you?

- Yeah.

[tender music]

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- Look, I appreciate everything
ya'll trying to do.

I'm here for my own reasons.

Don't want you all
catching grief on my behalf.

- We're just having a drink
with our Chief.

- So, Otis, this was fun.

- Yeah, it was.

We should do it again sometime.
- We should.

Um, will you excuse me a second?
- Yeah.

- Tony wins.
- [laughs]

- Have you never played
this before?

- No, but you owe him
a bunch of money.

- Can you give us a minute?

- Here, Captain.

- I tried calling you
a few times.

- That was you?

- I wanted to clarify
a few things.

Maybe we can talk
somewhere more private?

- I'm good.

- Look, my father
was a Navy man.

Spent his whole career
chasing Admiral.

He was gone a lot.

And when he wasn't,
we often wished he was.

Wasn't easy on my mother.

She spent a lot of time
in the hospital,

a lot of time in rehab.

- You don't need
to tell me this.

- My point is...

I did a few things
I'm not proud of as a kid.

Those records were supposed
to stay sealed.

- I had one copy.

It's yours now.

- What do you want?

- Nothing.

- If you wanted nothing,

you would've just
thrown the folder away.

But you walked up
and handed it to me, okay?

No need to be coy.

Tell me what you want.

- Dallas, you've been
battling it out for so long,

looking to move up,

you've got your armor
on, your knives out,

and any other damn thing
you need to do to play politics.

I'm just reminding you
that we can still interact

like human beings.

That folder got dropped
in my lap,

and it's just not my style
to do anything

with it other than give it back
to its original owner.

So right now,
I just want to have a good time

and enjoy my beer.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

- [sighs]