03x21 - We Called Her Jellybean (1)

[bunniefuu]

You're the boss.

More like wrangler.

Katya: Jack asked if you could come by the club on Saturday.

Matt, hey. See those guys over there?

They are loaded, and they'd like to meet you.

I'm just here to do a little construction work.

I'm the last guy to stand in the way of Severide and his buddy Rice, but the things I hear about this guy...

Dawson: We agree that what happened wasn't gonna change anything between us, that we were still just friends?

Great night, though.

Yeah, it really was.

These three years, they've been the best time of my life, but I want to be with my family.

I'm going to North Carolina.

Chili: Yeah, so Jessica Chilton, that's me, obviously.

[chuckles]

Anyways, everyone calls me Chili,

'cause I hate the name Jessica.

It's better than my sister, I guess,

'cause we call her Jelly Bean.

Chili: I've heard really great things about you guys, the whole family vibe and all that.

I've been a lot of places where it's not really like that.

So... yeah.

Here I am.

Boden: [ahem] Thank you, Chili.

Chili is going to be our new paramedic-in-charge on Ambulance 61.

Everybody please make her feel welcome.

[mild applause]

Welcome.

Chili, Connie in the bullpen, she handles all the paperwork.

Please check in with her.

Okay, cool.

Thanks for taking me on, Chief.

We're lucky to have you.

Okay, everybody, listen up.

Here at 51, we are together 24 hours of the day, and we are indeed a family, and we have been very fortunate not to have much turnover.

So I'm gonna say this with the utmost respect.

Get over it.

Mills was here for three years, Chief.

You can't expect us to just flip a switch and get over it.

And I have been here for 22 years, Otis.

Now, my orders are, welcome in the new PIC.

Any one of you, you have a problem with that, you come in my office.

If you have a legitimate reason, we will discuss it.

Other than that, you stop looking like somebody just pissed in your coffee!

You're right, Chief.

It's taken care of.

We got it, Chief. Our bad.

[alarm blaring]

dispatcher: Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61, structure fire, Wabash and Silverhill.

Super nice to meet you.

Oh, yeah, nice to meet you too.

So you're the PIC?

Yeah, but I'm totally chill.

Some people are really neurotic about how they pack the jump bag, or whatever, but not me.

Cool.

Sorry if that was a little frosty back there.

They're just honoring their friend.

[sirens wailing]

Upper unit fully involved.

Casey: Fire on one also.

Better put that sucker out before the whole damn block goes up.

Sir, I'm gonna ask you you step back, please.

Don't let it get the one next-door.

That one's mine.

He said stand back.

Squad, search and rescue, second floor.

Yeah, copy that. Squad 3, you're with me.

Casey: Take the downstairs, Chief.

Go to it.

Dawson, Otis, around the back.

Herrmann, take the front with me.

Fire department! Call out!

Looks like an overloaded power strip.

Go check the back of the house.

Copy that.

Fire department, call out!

Fire department! Call out!

[grunting]

Otis, I need help.

[man coughing]

Hey, buddy, can you walk?

Victoria...

Excuse me?

Upstairs neighbor!

Fire department. Call out!

Let's check the bedroom.

Hey, hey, wait, wait, hey.

I'm not getting air.

My mask malfunctioned. We got to go.

Go swap it out.

I'm gonna check this last room.

Copy that.

Fire department, call out!

[woman coughing]

Help me, help me.

I got you. I got you.

Uhh!

[Severide grunting]

Severide: Mayday, mayday, I'm trapped on the second floor.

Casey, Herrmann, second floor right now!

Casey: On it.

Severide!

You okay?

Yeah, yeah, get her first.

Ready? Go!

Go! Go!

Go!

I got her!

Come on!

[groaning]

Casey: We got him, Chief.

Coming out now, along with a badly b*rned female.

She needs immediate transport.

Copy that.

61 to main, we need a second ambo.

Go head, I'll watch him.

Brett: Name's Billy Carson.

[coughs]

It was burning when I got here.

I called 911.

I went inside to check on Victoria...

[coughs]

Is she, um...

Oh, man. Damn.

[hoarse gasp]

Her airway's swelling from the burns. We need to intubate now.

She already has I/O access in the shoulder.

She needs more fluids, and she's not b*rned there.

Come on, sweetie.

We're in.

Okay.

Hey.

All those computer wires stuffed into one outlet, they yours?

Yes, sir.

You got to be more careful.

I use a power strip.

I cut it off, I swear to God, I did.

He doesn't know for sure that's what started it.

You got to keep the faith, Billy.

The truth comes out.

You believe me, don't you?

Yeah, I do.

Third-degree burns and severe smoke inhalation.

woman: Get her prepped for the burn unit.

On three... one, two, three.

Oh, heck of a first day, huh?

Yeah.

Hey, great call on the second IV to the jugular.

Oh, yeah, it's a go-to move on the west side.

Lots of trauma over there?

Yeah, it's nonstop.

It's just burning, sh**ting, looting.

Wild Wild West.

[laughs] Yeah.

So lunch at Sticky Rice on me?

Ooh, I'd love to, but Thai food, I'm having kind of an acid reflux thing lately.

Oh, yeah, no problem.

Some other time then.

We can figure something else out, though.

Yeah, sure.

Otis: Hey.

What's up?

Did you notice anything about Rice in that last fire?

What about him?

Where he was when Severide got trapped.

He was swapping out his SCBA.

So?

What?

He was running out when everyone else was running in.

A couple of weeks ago, you accuse the guy of throwing somebody out of a window.

Now you're calling him a ducker?

The pool hall fire at O'Bannon... he was out looking for his Denver bar?

Come on, the guy's practically welded to the thing.

When did you become Little Miss Gossip anyway, Otis?

Okay, fine.

Saturday, which one of you two is helping me install the mirrored glass at Stilettos?

Um... day date.

I'm taking Barbara to brunch, what?

Cruz?

I can't, Lieutenant.

You guys get born again, or what?

Dawson: I'll help.

So how's this work, Lieutenant?

You get paid in singles, or you get checks?

Very funny.

I bet you need a hand getting those poles up, huh?

Yeah, well...

Nesbitt's building a whole chain of them.

And guess who's gonna be buying their lake house from doing all the work?

Eh, careful who you get in bed with, Lieutenant.

What's that mean?

Seven years in the fire department, guy suddenly quits.

Just saying.

Casey: If I only wanted to work with saints, I'd be out of business pretty quick.

Your call.

Is it? Well... ha.

Thank you for letting me make my own decisions, Otis,

'cause I was gonna run everything by you.

[laughs]

Hey, Antonio.

Hey, sis, you got a minute?

Yeah, everything okay?

You pulled a guy out of a fire this morning, Billy Carson.

Yeah, what about him?

Talk to him at all?

Uh... uh, yeah, a little.

He said he was out to buy a new video game, and when he got back, the place was on fire.

I found him on the stairs passed out from the smoke.

His story, you buy it?

Yeah, why?

When they admitted the upstairs neighbor into the burn unit at Chicago Med, they found...

Before she got b*rned up, somebody r*ped her and left her for dead.

Oh, my God.

[whistling]

Hey, Otis, right?

Yeah.

How long you been on elevators?

Seven years.

Lucky number seven, right?

That's right.

Welcome to 51.

Yeah, thanks.

Guys, check this out.

Hey, what do we got here?

Mystery.

Where from?

Doesn't say.

Otis: Well, who's it addressed to?

Mouch: Just says 51.

Well, you gonna open it?

Well, as union rep, it seems I should do the honors.

Sure.

[whistles]

Good Lord.

Blueberry crumble.

Whew.

Ahh.

Sweet potato.

Oh!

Mm.

Brett: Oh, my God.

Apple crisp.

Yeah!

Ahh.

What's it say?

It...

"To my 51 family.

We'll go toe-to-toe with Dinkel's any day of the week.

Don't let Mouch Bogart the blueberry crumble."

[laughs]

"Love, Mills."

Still can't believe he did it.

Is that your partner?

Yeah.

Actually, he worked Squad too.

And Truck.

Rice: And he's an unbelievable cook.

Mind-blowing.

Hey, Dawson.

There's a guy out here, says that you pulled him out of the Wabash fire.

Billy Carson?

I guess.

Hey, what's going on, Billy?

Victoria, I went to visit her in Chicago Med.

Yeah?

When I got there, the cops started questioning me.

They're taking my fingerprints, swabbing the inside of my mouth, like it's my fault or something.

Well, was it?

No, man, no.

I always turn the power strip off when I'm not using it, I swear to God.

You still believe me, right?

You said you did.

Yeah, I do.

Okay, thank God, 'cause I was hoping you could put in a word for me, you know, if anybody asks.

Yeah, sure, why don't you give me your number?

Truth comes out, right?

Yeah, it does.

Okay.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Rice, you got a minute?

Yeah, sure.

You worked at 114, right?

Yeah, for a minute.

The name Jack Nesbitt ever come up?

I remember Jack.

What does that mean?

He's a p*stol.

Why? What's up?

I heard he got jammed up before he quit.

Missing checks or something.

Anything to that?

A couple guys got popped.

Some dough went missing.

My understanding is Nesbitt wasn't one of them.

Huh.

Things got a little hairy, though.

Internal Affairs got involved.

Yeah?

From what I heard, the accusation pissed Nesbitt off, so he told 'em to go to hell.

Okay.

I appreciate it.

Yeah, no sweat.

[alarm blaring]

dispatcher: Ambulance 61, man down, unknown causes. 1705 Martin Luther King Drive.

[air whooshes]

Music choice?

Chili: Oh, anything's fine, except country.

Why don't you pick it?

Okay.

[radio turns on]

[siren wailing]

[man hollering]

man: Help!

Egh! Help!

Help me, please!

Help!

Okay, no impalement.

Chili: We should be able to lift him straight up, and his foot should come loose.

man: Help me, please!

Sir, I need you to be as calm as you can, okay?

Okay, call it.

Brett: One, two, three.

[man screaming, sobbing]

I'm gonna set your head down.

[man wailing]

Sir, I'm gonna need you to stay with me.

We're gonna get you to the hospital as soon as we can.

Deep breaths.

[man groaning]

Can you tell me what happened?

The gate was locked. I jumped the...

So you jumped the fence?

man: Yes.

[man screams]

I know, I know, it hurts real bad, and then we're done.

Does anything else hurt?

Your head or your neck?

Okay, all right, just the leg.

Be right back.

Where are you going?

One sec.

Chili: Where are you going?

[woman gasping]

Ma'am, are you having trouble breathing?

El hombre.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, damn it.

Take a deep breath.

Chili, get in here now.

Wait, wait.

man: Don't leave me.

[groaning]

[woman gasping]

Brett: Damn, she's been stabbed.

We need to get her into the ambo now.

[wheezy panting]

Ma'am, what happened?

[woman speaking Spanish]

That guy robbed her and stabbed her.

61 to main, we need a second ambo and police backup now.

dispatcher: Copy that, 61.

There's an ambo on the way.

Here, hold on to me.

Ugh, bet he caught his leg when he tried to jump the fence.

Yup.

Help.

Help me.

Hey!

Hey, wait!

[siren wailing]

What do we got?

Our patient says that this guy robbed and stabbed her.

Let's click him up.

So...

Big thank you speech or the best doughnuts in the city?

Ooh.

Good looking out back there.

Oh, Doughnut Vault.

Yes.

Did they have chocolate?

No, they were all out.

But they're chestnut-glazed.

Oh, no, those are the only ones that I'm...

Thank you, though. I'm good.

That's okay.

So where'd you learn how to speak Spanish?

Oh, I don't speak it actually.

Dawson and I watch telenovelas.

[laughs] Shut up.

Seriously, guilty pleasure.

Wow, y'all weren't kidding about the whole family vibe, once you're on the inside, anyways.

Well, what about you? Do you have family in town?

My sister Jelly Bean used to live here, but she just took off to Kansas City to live with our older sister.

What's her name, Lollipop?

No, it's Margaret.

Go figure.

So it's just me in Chicago.

Well, 51's great.

I mean, they'll come around.

I'll be here when they do.

Hey, can I borrow your eyes?

Sure, for what?

Antonio asked me to go look at the Wabash fire, see if there were any signs of arson.

You tell him that OFI's looking into it?

He just wants a gut-check.

And I told him I'd ask you to come with.

All right.

[background chatter, music playing]

Hi.

Hey.

You hungry?

Uh...

I insist.

So what's the dirty little secret?

Come again?

Handsome fireman, successful construction business, not married.

There's got to be something wrong with you.

The job.

It plays hell on a relationship.

You too, huh?

So did she break your heart, or you broke hers?

Just didn't work out.

Mine either.

So do you want to do it?

Sorry?

The construction gig.

You're so skittish.

Why are you so nervous around me?

I'm not.

You are.

I'm not.

Hmm.

So the people investing, you know them?

No, but I know Jack.

He's a good guy.

What's your relationship with him, if you don't mind me asking?

You boyfriend and girlfriend?

No, it's nothing like that.

It's... it's purely contractual.

Meaning you work for him?

Essentially.

Right.

Let's just leave it at that.

Anyway, I think you should really think about it.

Jack loves having you around.

So do I.

Yeah, yeah.

Dawson: Thank you.

Herrmann thought it started here.

Billy swears he turned it off.

There's no way to know.

What?

Burnt rubber?

Yeah, that's what it smells like.

Looks like it was dripping from the ceiling.

Let's go check out the second floor.

So... what?

It dripped through the hole and spread the fire down below?

Severide: That's what it looks like.

Shredded tires.

That could be used as an accelerant, right?

Mm-hmm.

If you're looking to k*ll somebody, toxic smoke will do the job fast.

Wasn't no accident, was it?

No, somebody torched the place.

Was it that doctor dude?

Excuse me?

Go ahead and tell him what you told us.

Seen this dude walk around back to the parking lot.

man: Didn't really get a look at him or nothing, but he was wearing them... you know, what doctors wear.

Scrubs?

That's right.

Hey, so I heard you caught a r*pe case where the victim got b*rned up.

Yeah, that's right, nurse from Chicago Med.

r*ped, beaten.

And the perp torched the joint on his way out.

Where'd you hear?

An alert from the National Sex Offender Registry.

NCIC created a geofence for r*pes with an arson component on the East Coast and the Midwest.

What do you know about this guy?

Very little.

Witness who can ID him said he saw somebody behind the victim's house two hours before the bonfire.

Let me ask you this.

Was he dressed as a doctor?

Yeah, that's right, and he had his arm in a sling.

Son of a bitch, Hank.

What is it?

There's just too many similarities to a case that I worked ten years back.

The victim, she still alive?

Barely.

I'm on the next plane to Chicago.

Hey, you ever get that mask checked out?

Your SCBA?

Oh, yeah, no.

I'm using a spare.

Mine's going to the repair shop.

It's gonna get the regulator checked out.

Hmm, cool, cool.

Got to keep an eye on those things.

Yeah.

At first, I thought Otis was just talking smack, but watching Rice sit there after that call, reading the paper instead of troubleshooting his SCBA, it bugged me.

So I did an 0800 checkout on it.

I'm telling you, there was nothing wrong with his regulator.

So who's telling Severide?

You better be damn certain, you go accusing a guy of ducking.

A rumor like that can destroy a man's career.

Am I wrong, Mouch?

You're not wrong.

So we're just not gonna say anything?

No.

We're gonna keep an eye out.

He bear-hug you?

Who?

Billy Carson, big Billy Carson, when you told him that CPD cleared him?

Oh, no, he doesn't know yet.

I went by his motel where he's staying, but he'd already checked out.

I'll try calling him again.

Jessica Chilton?

Oh, yeah, that's me, Chili.

Beg your pardon?

She hates the name Jessica.

I hate it when people mistake my firehouse for a post office.

Brett: [laughing] Wow, your firehouse?

That's good...

Never mind.

I apologize, my bad.

What you got there, Chili?

I'm developing a new product for the adult beverage market.

So in each box, there's gonna be miniature bottles of champagne, and whenever you press this button, it activates a CO2 cartridge, and it instantly chills it.

So I call it Chilleez.

It doesn't taste like chili, right?

Chili: No, it's champagne.

It's just chilled.

Chilled... Chilleez?

I love it!

Let me see those bad boys.

Okay.

Herrmann: You got a patent on this?

Chili: Not yet, but I'm working on it.

Herrmann: Idea.

What if you call it...

Bubbleez?

Chili: That's good.

Maybe we could sell it at Molly's.

Herrmann: Yeah, now you're talking.

Really?

Yeah.

Herrmann: I'm telling you, you got something here, kid.

[laughs]

[cell phone ringing]

[message tone]

Billy: Ms. Dawson, hey, it's Billy Carson.

I just want you to know everything's fine.

It doesn't matter what anybody says about me.

I know the truth, even if it doesn't come out.

Thanks anyway. [Click]

He didn't know he's no longer a suspect?

I keep calling, but he's not answering.

The voicemail's not even set up.

I got a bad feeling, Chief.

How bad?

This reminds me of Darryl and Shay.

And I don't want to go through that again.

Okay, why don't you call Antonio, see if you can ping Carson's phone.

Will do.

Okay.

[siren wailing]

Just stay back!

[stuttering]

Stay back, or I'm gonna jump!

By the time we close the road, get the jump bags out, it's gonna be too late if he's serious.

Looks pretty serious to me, Chief.

Severide: If we don't grab him fast, this is gonna be over before it starts.

Kelly, go in from the west side.

I'll go in from the east.

Boden: Get to it.

Billy, it's me, Gabriela Dawson.

Tell them to stay back!

Billy, take it easy, okay?

Get away from me.

Billy, no!

I'll jump.

I swear to God, I will!

Chief, he trusts me.

If I can get over there, I think I can talk him down.

Okay, clip in.

Be careful.

I will.

Hey, Billy?

Yeah?

I'm coming over, okay? Just me.

[stammering] Uh... don't... uh... Okay.

Cruz, I need more line.

The rope's caught on something at your end of the rail.

Dawson.

Casey.

Don't... don't come any closer.

You had nothing to do with that fire, Billy.

I know I turned it off, but am I positive?

No, I ca... can't say that.

It wasn't an electrical fire.

That's why I was trying to call you.

It's gonna be okay.

I promise.

I can't, I can't...

Billy.

I can't!

Billy, Billy!

I can't, I can't!

Billy, Billy, if you don't grab the railing, you're gonna take me down with you.

Grab the railing so we can step back over.

It's my fault.

I must have forgot to turn it off.

No, Billy...

She's gonna die!

I know she is!

Billy, look at me.

Dawson: I pulled you out of the fire.

The least you can do is listen to what I have to say.

Okay, okay.

Listen, Victoria was r*ped, so whoever set that fire was trying to k*ll her.

That wasn't me, I swear, I swear...

I know, I know.

So do the police.

They do?

Yeah.

So grab the railing.

Okay, okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

Okay, okay.

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

Okay, we're good.

Gabby.

You had me worried there.

I'm fine.

Hell of a save, Dawson.

Thanks a lot, Chief.

Hey.

Hi.

Is that Jergens?

Maybe.

I love that stuff.

Why spend $50?

Oh, I tell people it's French.

Me too.

Yeah.

Yes.

[laughs]

Do we go to Casey about this?

No, no, no, don't go over Herrmann's head.

He said keep an eye on him.

We'll keep an eye on him.

If anything happens, he'll make the right move, right?

Right.

Let's just see how this plays out.

I hear you two chickenheads have been talking about something.

What is it?

It's nothing.

Private.

If it's private, then why have I heard about it?

Why don't you tell me what's going on?

Okay, look, I know you and Rice go way back, so I wouldn't say anything if I wasn't pretty positive, okay?

First time, I didn't think much about it.

Rice was laying back, looking for his Denver bar.

Fine.

Second time, on Wabash, it was his SCBA.

Now, afterwards, Cruz did an 0800 on it.

There was gonna wrong with his mask, Lieutenant.

Nothing.

You got a set of balls on you, Otis.

I'm just telling you what I saw.

You've been spreading rumors about Rice since the first day he set foot in this house.

Lieutenant...

No, you're way the hell out of line.

Severide, look...

I hear it again, you and me, we're gonna have a problem.

Excuse me.

[loud dance music]

[men whooping]

♪ ♪

Hey.

Hi.

That was great.

Um, thank you.

Yeah, I like the... leg thing you did.

I can teach you.

You don't want to see that.

No?

I promise you.

You really don't want to see that.

I'm looking for Jack.

Are you gonna take the gig?

We'll see what happens.

Yes.

♪ ♪

[Nesbitt low under music]

Everything okay in here?

Hey, Casey, um...

One sec, all right?

Meet me at the bar, all right?

Yeah.

Hey, what's up?

Came to put my bid in for that chain of clubs.

Okay, great.

Come here a sec.

I like you.

You do great work.

You and me, we're gonna make some money together.

But you stay at the bar, all right?

That's not your area, back there.

I'm not sure I understand.

Okay, I'll say it again.

You do construction, great.

You flirt with the girls, great.

Want to take one of them home, I don't give a damn.

But don't come looking for me back there.

Do me a favor, Jack.

Hmm?

Take your job and piss off.

Come on, Casey. Get over here.

Don't be like that.

Listen, I'm finishing the renovation.

You pay me, and we're done.

Hi.

Oh, Sergeant Benson.

They're right in here.

Great, thank you.

Oh, would you like me to take your bag?

Thank you.

No problem.

Olivia.

Hank.

Hey. This is Chief Boden.

Oh, thank you for taking the time.

Of course.

So it's official; OFI ruled it an arson.

Okay, the victim?

She's still hanging on at Chicago Med.

They're gonna let us know if she can talk.

Do we know how she was subdued?

Had a skull fracture to the back of the head.

All right, this is gonna sound odd, but was she wearing green nail polish on her fingers?

None that would be visible.

We know from the finger-line on her forehead she was covering her face during the blaze, so her hands bore the brunt of it.

Okay.

It's gonna take additional testing.

Okay, so confirmed: the victim is a nurse,

5'5", brown hair, brown eyes, and she was r*ped.

That's right.

Clear indication of blunt force trauma to the head.

Might have knocked her out before she was b*rned.

So the animal who did this... you think he did it before?

Unfortunately... I know he has.