All language subtitles for Chicago Fire - S08E12.eng

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Nick Porter,
I'm the Slamigan rep.

Hey, Nick!

Mouch, you old dog!
How you doing, buddy?

Got a letter
on my door.

My landlord
is raising the rent

come the new year.

What can I say,
I'm desperate.

This is the,
uh, third bedroom.

It's a...
It's a great place.

Why are you
breaking your lease?

It's just too much
space for me.

Best friend magic. And no
one can take that away from us.

Yeah, Crotis forever, baby.

No.

Morning.
Ah, good morning.

What are you up to?

Uh, nothing. Just browsing
the Internet like people do.

Okay.
Damn. I'm late.

What are you talking about?
We got plenty of time.

No, I just... I gotta swing
by home before work

because I left
my station gear there.

But, um, I will see you
at the firehouse.

Yeah. See you.

Why are half
of these sausages gray?

Those are the vegetarian ones.

Have the meat one. I'm just
providing healthy options.

There's nothing healthy
about that color.

Hey, I'm sorry
to bring this up,

but rent is starting to eat
into my savings account.

Oh, uh, I can cover a couple
hundred bucks a month,

at least while the Slamigan
money's coming through.

That's really sweet of you,

but don't you think we should
rent out that extra room?

Yeah. Probably.

Of course, nobody can replace
Otis. Yeah, that's for sure.

But, uh, I do know someone
looking for a place.

Nick Porter.

Middle-aged equipment
salesman, Nick Porter?

That's the one.

Poor guy's going through a
tough divorce. He's really hurting.

You'd be throwing
him a lifeline.

Aw.

You'd let Nick Porter
stay in that room?

I guess so.
He's not a bad guy.

And we definitely wouldn't
be comparing him to Otis.

That's for sure.

So, I have been trying
to plan a surprise trip

as a birthday present
for Kelly.

Only thing is, is that it's
his birthday next week

and I still haven't figured
out what to do. He's so tricky.

Hey. You know, my boyfriend,
Eric, he's a travel agent.

I bet he could
hook you up.

That would be amazing.
Are you serious?

Mmm-hmm.
Oh, my God. Okay.

Um, can you have him stop
by Molly's tomorrow night?

Sure.

Engine 51, Truck 81, Squad 3,

Ambulance 61, automatic
fire alarm, Stover Academy...

That sounds like a school.
Come on, let's go.

We don't know
what set it off.

Nobody's seen
any smoke or anything.

Herrmann, you see
anything on the panel?

Looks like an inside pull,
Chief.

So somebody
pulled the alarm,

but they didn't
report anything.

- False alarm?
- Yeah.

You kidding me?
Hilarious.

Battalion 25, can you spare
Squad 3 for a person trapped?

Affirmative, Main.
What's the address?

3815 South Wood Avenue.
Squad, mount up.

81, 61, come with me
and Squad.

Engine, stay here. Search
this school from top to bottom.

- Reset the alarm.
- Copy that, Chief.

What's the problem?

It's my dad. This big
oil tank fell on top of him.

Where? In the basement? Yeah.

Hey, guys,
airbags and cribbing.

Truck, prep a ladder
and the basket.

Bring him out through
the window. Copy that.

Over here! Hurry!

Hurry up, please.
He's not breathing.

Step aside, ma'am.

Come on.

Ready?

No. No.

Thing's still full. Must weigh
a couple thousand pounds.

Airbags will take too long.
We need a lever.

Hey! I need a ladder
in here now. Copy that.

Backboard and Stokes
basket too. Come on.

I found us a fulcrum.

- Let's go.
- Ladder coming in.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

Casey, get ready
to pull him out. Copy.

Go.

Clear.

Brett, Foster, get ready
out there. Copy, Chief.

Still no pulse.

- Hurry.
- Let's go. Go.

Is he on? Hold, lift.

Okay, take him out.

- Hurry.
- Okay, up.

Omar.
Daddy.

Hey, hey, back up. Give him
space. He's in good hands.

Is he gonna be
all right?

How long has he been
under there, not breathing?

I don't know. A... A
few minutes. Maybe five.

He was down there by himself, and
I heard him trying to move that thing,

and I thought maybe I should go
down there and help him, but then...

It's not your fault.
It's just a freak thing.

He's got a pulse and we're
helping him to breathe.

We'll get him to Chicago
Med as quick as we can.

Why don't you take your kids
and you can follow the ambulance?

It felt like forever
till you guys got here.

False alarm added

at least three minutes
to our response time.

That headmaster did not
seem too worried about it.

My guess, they're gonna sweep
it under that fancy carpeting.

How'd it go? Doctor's
working on him now.

He's got internal bleeding
and a few broken ribs.

Probably
a ruptured spleen.

Did we get to him fast
enough? Won't know for a while.

His brain was deprived
of oxygen for a long time.

His poor family.

Mom and the kids huddled in the
waiting area, holding each other.

Hey. I just combed through the
run sheets for first and third shifts.

There's been two other false alarms
at Stover Academy in the last month.

So three altogether, in a
month. That's an epidemic.

We need to have a word with
the man in charge over there.

Oh, Nick Porter's here.
That was fast.

Hey, guys. Sylvie.

I can't thank
you guys enough.

He's taking the place
sight unseen.

Wow.

Yeah, well, Mouch told me
all about it. Sounds perfect.

And believe me, the more distance
between Ellen and me, the better.

Ellen's his wife. Uh, soon
to be ex-wife. Thankfully.

You know, it's been rough just
trying to figure out next steps,

but once again,

the man upstairs provides
when you need it most.

Actually, in this case
it was me, but...

I'm gonna bring my stuff
over tomorrow, if that's okay?

Jeez. Insta-roommates.

I'm just saying.
It's quick. That's all.

And the quicker
I'm out of my place,

the better,
for all involved. Right?

So, listen,
I gotta head out.

I'm repping a fireproof blanket
that's gonna knock your socks off.

But, uh,
thanks a million, guys.

You are very welcome.
We'll see you tomorrow.

Yes, you will.

- Aw, he's a sweetie.
- Mmm-hmm.

Thanks for helping him out.
Eh, he's helping us out too.

That room
needed to be filled.

Excuse me.
Are you the principal?

Uh, headmaster. Jim DeVoe.

Captain Matt Casey.

This is Lieutenant
Kelly Severide. Pleasure.

We responded to your
fire alarm this morning.

Do you realize
that your school has had

three false alarms since the
beginning of the semester?

My apologies.
It's an all-boys school.

There's a certain level of chaos
that comes with the territory.

Yeah. We're not talking
about harmless fun.

That alarm delayed our
response to a real emergency,

and the victim is in
bad shape because of it.

Oh, I'm so sorry to hear
that. Will they be okay?

It's too early to say.

We need to figure out
who's pulling these alarms.

Of course, yes. My staff and I
will figure out who's behind this.

We'd like to talk to him.

He needs to understand he's
putting people's lives in danger.

I'm afraid
that's not possible,

but we'll make sure
they get the message.

What do you mean,
that's not possible?

Well, our students are entitled
to their privacy, Lieutenant.

And disciplinary matters
are kept in strict confidence.

What?
I have to insist on it.

The families of Stover Academy
would expect nothing less.

You mean,
these private school parents

expect you to shield their
kids from prosecution?

Hold on. We're talking
about a prank here.

A sophomoric and
irresponsible one, to be sure...

Pulling a false alarm
is a crime. Okay...

Kelly.
Whoa, hey, hey.

Sorry. If you can't have a
calm, rational discussion,

I'm afraid I need to ask you
to leave the premises.

We're gonna find out who
did this, with or without him.

There's a man in the ICU,
a husband and a father,

and all this jagoff cares
about is the students' privacy.

It was pretty shocking to see
how fast he circled the wagons.

And I get it.
We're not the cops.

We didn't walk in there
with a subpoena.

But you'd think he'd
want to cooperate.

Sounds like he's worried about
liability, wants to contain the damage,

but he's not gonna
run me off that easily.

Well, he didn't
run us off.

Transmitting a false alarm
is a class four felony.

Gets you one to three years,
and up to a $25,000 fine.

So, if the headmaster doesn't
want to help me locate this punk,

I will hit him
with obstruction.

I'll just stand there
and watch him...

Whoa, whoa, hold on. We just
wanted your help with this headmaster.

We're not looking to get some
teenager charged with a felony, are we?

No, no. We want him
to learn a lesson,

understand the cost
of what he did.

Maybe we hold off on police
involvement for the time being.

You two look
for another approach.

Okay.

Well, you just let me know
when you want to get serious.

Thank you for your time,
Sergeant.

Any ideas?

- Hey, morning, guys.
- Take a flyer.

We gotta stop
these false alarms.

When firefighters waste
time on false alarms,

they're not available to help
people who really need it.

False alarms Kill.
No joke. Okay?

- Here you go, guys.
- All right.

Don't worry. There's not gonna
be a quiz. Just read it.

Is this because of that
fire drill yesterday?

Oh, that wasn't a drill.

Yeah, one of your
classmates pulled the alarm,

made us late to
an actual emergency

where someone
got hurt really bad.

That sucks. I'm sorry.
Yeah. You said it.

I haven't seen a fire truck
like that before.

That's the Squad. It's
like a big rolling tool box.

We got all sorts of
specialized gear in there.

Saws, Jaws, jacks,
scuba equipment.

We got an airbag in there
that can pick up a train car.

- Hey, can you show us?
- Tell you what.

We'll come do a fire safety
presentation to your whole school,

let you guys
try out some gear.

Cool.

Just ask your parents
to call the headmaster,

tell him you want us
to come.

Yeah.

Think it did any good?

All right, we better get the
rigs back for incoming shift.

Yeah, and then
out of the blue,

right in the middle
of dinner,

she says to me,
"Nick, we're through."

Ouch.

Yeah. Nothing's ever been good enough
for Ellen. And each year, it gets worse.

Trust me, guys. Never
get married. Stay free.

Uh, well, marriage isn't
for everyone maybe,

but Joe here is engaged
to a great girl.

Oh, well, heck,
don't listen to me.

Look, I just, uh... I picked the
wrong apple, if you know what I mean.

Thought I got
a nice crisp one,

and instead
I got pure poison.

Well, Chloe is like a Fiji,
or a Granny Smith. Right, Joe?

Look.
Third period's starting.

Ah, forget hockey. We
got something much better.

Classic NASCAR races.

Classic as in they've
already happened? Hell yeah.

First up is the 1992
Hooters 500. It's an all-timer.

Trust me. You'll love this.

But...
No, gang.

Okay, no offense, but I'm kind
of used to being the team leader.

It'll be a great dynamic
for the apartment.

- On!
- Oh...

Ha-ha! Yes.

Ah, here you go.
Thanks, Christopher.

Hey, it's not a problem. You
should come around here more often.

Okay, Eric, why don't you tell
Kidd your thoughts about this trip,

before Severide
decides to come over here?

And thank you SO
much again for doing this.

So many options
for couples.

First, there's
the outdoorsy stuff.

Hiking or skiing with a
private cabin in the woods.

Little too murdery for me,
personally, but some people love it.

I like the honesty.
Moving on.

Then there's
the spa weekend.

Plenty of beautiful locales
for that.

But if your fireman
is anything like mine,

he'll think it's a little
on the soft side.

Okay. Afraid so.
Figured.

So, my final and I think
best suggestion is a cruise.

A cruise.
Kelly does love boats.

Then it's perfect. I'm telling
you, they're really romantic.

The open seas, the non-stop
parties, those cozy rooms.

We did one last year.
It was crazy fun.

I love this idea.
Love it!

Oh, God. Okay. Just, uh talk
about something else, quick.

Stella's been
acting weird.

Ah, Severide, don't ever
try and figure women out.

Donna and I, we got into
another fight about her mother,

and now she's on one of those weekend
retreats with all of her girlfriends.

I was wondering why you were making
one of your rare appearances at Molly's.

Always glad to have you,
but sorry to hear the reason.

Oh, don't be. Truth is, she
comes home Sunday night,

and if history is any guide,

just being home together, it'll bring
things back to normal pretty quick.

So, that was a good effort you all
made this morning at Stover Academy.

Yeah, bunch of kids
avoided us,

but a few
stopped by to talk.

You think you got through
to any of them?

Nah. No way to know.
But we're hoping.

I had a thought

about something we could
do for that victim and his family.

Morning.
Hello.

Uh, we're the firefighters
who were here the other day.

Oh... Of course.

I'm Kelly. This is Matt. Hi.

Uh, it's Melanie, right?

How's your husband doing?

They're worried about the
lack of oxygen to his brain,

what that might
have done to him.

We won't know until
he wakes up, so...

Uh, he seems
like a strong guy.

If anyone can bounce back,
I bet he can.

The reason why we're here, we
wanted to fix the mess we made.

What do you mean?

I do construction on the
side, licensed and bonded.

We're gonna replace that
window for you. No charge.

That's so generous of you.

I'm sorry.

I just, um...
These last few days...

It's okay. Hey.

It's okay.

Thank you.

It's okay.

Thank you.

Oh, um...

Good morning.
Morning.

Isn't it a little early
for that?

I was gonna make
a Bloody Mary,

but seems like
a lot of work.

You want to see
pictures of Ellen?

Uh, well, yes, but no.
I should really...

This is Cancun last year.

You know, not a lot of ladies
could pull off that look at her age.

But check her out. Huh?
Yeah. Yeah, wow,

She looks great. Yeah.

Joe, come and look at
photos of Ellen in a sarong.

Yeah, Oh, I would, totally.
I just, um... I gotta...

This is the wedding reception at the
Palmer House. I don't remember much.

I think I was still recovering
from the bachelor party,

if you know what I mean.

Her wedding dress
was awful, wasn't it?

Look. That high neck.

She looks like an Amish.

Uh...
Mmm.

I miss her.

But that could just be
the whiskey talking.

Oh, that's kind of sweet.

Hey. Come on.

Sit down, you two.
There's more to see.

Uh, unfortunately, we can't be late
for work, but, uh, we'll see you later.

We might have made
a really big mistake. Big.

Kidd didn't stay at the
loft last night, huh? Nope.

Trouble in paradise?

She made some excuse about
crashing early, but I'm not buying it.

Trying to give her space, but
I'm not sure that's the way to go.

Hey.

Is that the Stover Academy
student?

Could be.

So, I spent the whole night looking at
those cruise brochures that Eric gave me.

There's just
SO many choices.

It's like where to go,
where to leave from,

for how long...

Lucky you. I spent all night watching
old car races with Nick Porter.

I can't take it anymore.

What?

Nick Porter.
You chose Nick Porter.

I admit it wasn't
my best move,

but why are you
so worked up about it?

He wasn't sitting on your
couch in his underwear.

My landlord and I have been
at war for the last two months.

And even though I make the additional
money teaching the spin classes, I...

I am barely covering
the new rent hike,

and I need to find
a place to live.

Why didn't you say something?
You knew we had an extra room.

Honestly, it felt like
overstepping to even ask,

considering who was
in that room.

I knew I could
never replace Otis.

Then Nick Porter happened.

Foster, I would've loved to have you
there. You're one of my best friends.

Yeah?
Of course.

You gotta live
with who you love.

Brett, you gotta get
Nick Porter out. Please?

We're getting rid
of Nick Porter?

We need your help getting
Nick Porter out of the apartment.

Whoa. Hey, uh,
I don't know, guys.

I know it sounds
uncaring, but...

It sure does.
The poor guy is in pain.

He needs a stable home
and some affection.

He's not a stray dog,
Mouch.

He's a man who drinks whiskey
at seven in the morning.

And is starting to convince me
that marriage is a very bad idea.

He's been talking
about Ellen non-stop.

Wouldn't it be more caring to help
end his pain than to just house him?

Are you suggesting
killing Nick Porter?

Mouch, I'm suggesting we get
him back together with his wife.

Oh, that's the same thing.

You need to call Ellen.
Oh...

And you have to try and
convince her to make this work.

No. Uh, see, Ellen is a
very, very difficult woman.

And another good deed ends
up smacking me in the face.

When will I learn?

What the hell?

Hey. Hey. Get back.

Hey.

What's going on?

Hey.

Looks like
we found our punk.

Those are the list of
student rolls for the classes

near where the fire alarms
were pulled.

I got it off
the school website.

What's your name, son?

- Jared.
- Jared.

Why did you
bring this to us?

Because I bet it was one of
those kids that pulled the fire alarm.

Maybe you could
find out who.

I didn't do it. I swear. I
wasn't even in class that day.

I recognize you. You stopped
to talk to us outside the school.

Yeah. Yeah. I thought it was
crazy what you guys said.

Someone got hurt
because some idiot at Stover

pulled the fire alarm
for no reason.

Anyway, I just
wanted to help.

So why all
the sneaking around?

So you wanted to help, but you didn't
want it getting back to your headmaster.

Yeah. Or anybody
at the school.

People there, they think the rules
should be different for them, you know?

Well, that's probably what got
us into this mess in the first place.

Jared, we appreciate you
trying to do the right thing.

Sorry if I gave you
a scare.

All right, come on.
You're free to go.

Okay.

There's gotta be 50 names
here. Not super helpful.

Maybe if we had the headmaster's
cooperation, but we don't.

That list is a good
starting point for Platt,

just in case we decide it's
time to get the police involved.

How long you and Eric
been together?

About a year and a
half. Why? I don't know.

I guess I'm trying to figure
out if I'm a relationship person.

Lot of yapping going on,
not enough cooking.

Pick up the pace, rookies. Okay.

Anyway, uh, Violet, the medic
from 20, things were going good,

and then she just stopped
answering my texts.

Well, how many texts did
you send before she stopped?

What do you mean? One.

So she didn't respond to
one text and you're worried?

Okay, I'm not worried.
I'm just...

I'm usually the one
that stops texting.

I knew you'd met
your match with her.

What do you mean?

Means you better not just sit back on
your laurels if you wanna have a shot.

So what do I do?

You put the chicken
in the oven.

On it. Sorry.
Yeah.

Here. Do that one.
Yeah.

Don't forget the cheese on it.
Okay.

It does not seem
to be going well.

Mouch looks like
he's literally drowning.

We need to take over.

A fork,
a tiny fork. Right?

And all along I thought
it was about the oysters.

You see
what I'm saying?

Uh, sorry to interrupt.

Ms. Porter, my name
is Sylvie. This is Joe.

Very nice to meet you.

I was just trying
to explain my theory

about communication
in relationships.

Mrs. Porter, I'll get
right to the point.

Nick has been talking about
you non-stop since he moved in.

Non-stop.

And it's really clear that he
misses you, and loves you,

and we just thought that
Mouch should let you know.

So that if, by any chance,
you were feeling the same way,

you could maybe give this
whole thing another shot.

You two are the roommates.

That's right.

You think I don't know
what this is about?

Nicky is a huge pain in the ass
to live with and you want him out.

Okay, yes.

He is a little difficult, but
his affection for you is real.

He hasn't stopped flipping through that
big blue photo album since he got there.

- Really?
- Really.

We've seen your reception
at the Palmer House.

Oh, and the Amish dress.

And you in Cancun. He really
likes that picture, by the way.

I had no idea
that he took the album.

Nick's a real softie
at heart.

Oh, well,
maybe that softie

shouldn't have flirted
with everything in a skirt

at my niece's wedding.

He... He definitely
shouldn't have.

But is it such a bad idea
to give him another chance?

What are you doing?

Trying to be discreet.

A cruise?

Gross. Cruise ships
are like giant Petri dishes.

- What?
- Oh, he's not wrong.

You know, I always wanted
to try it, but Cindy,

she's got this running
tab of, you know,

news stories about cruise
ships hit with norovirus outbreaks,

you know, sewage back-ups,
all kinds of nasty crap.

Yeah, I heard they have morgues
on the ships, in case people die.

Okay, that's insane,
all right?

You and Eric went
on a cruise and loved it.

Eric loved it.

Me, I felt like I was trapped in a
floating jail filled with old people.

Don't tell him that. He'd
be crushed. Oh, my God.

Well, what am I supposed to do
now for Kelly's surprise birthday trip?

So that's what
you've been up to?

Damn it. It's all
gone to hell now.

You don't
have to do that.

Well, duh.
I know that I don't have to.

Engine 51, Truck 81,
Squad 3, Ambulance 61,

automatic fire alarm,
Stover Academy...

That prep school again?
Seriously?

Let's move.

Chief, I'm as angry
as you are.

Oh, I doubt that. Herrmann,
check the outside box.

Truck, Squad,
let's get a search going.

I took a look around already. I
don't see anything out of the ordinary.

We're getting to the bottom
of this situation right now.

And you're gonna help us.
Or we call in the police.

Whatever you need.

Looks like it was a pull station
right outside the gymnasium.

Yeah. That's in the
hallway. Let me see.

Uh, no, I don't have a camera
that covers that alarm.

What about all the routes
in and out of that hallway?

Uh, yeah. We should
be able to see everyone

who left that area
after the alarm went off.

Was there a class
in the gym at the time?

No. The boys have gym
at the end of the day.

I don't see anyone coming
in or out. Go forward again.

Whoever pulled that alarm...
They're still in there.

Okay, everyone,
listen up.

Converge on the gymnasium,
cover all exits.

Copy that, Chief.

Anything?

Nothing yet, Chief. Lots
of places to hide, though.

Equipment room,
coach's office, locker room.

Elijah, are you responsible
for all of these false alarms?

What... Why? Why would you
do that? Look, this isn't like him.

Has he gotten into any
other trouble at school?

No. But he just came
to Stover in September.

Well, he's a good boy,
an excellent student.

That's why I pulled him out
of his public school.

I wanted him to get
the best education.

Even if that meant downsizing
to a smaller apartment

and working longer hours.

But he's had a hard time
fitting in at Stover.

So you thought you could impress
people by pulling a few dangerous pranks?

No.

I wanted to get
the school in trouble.

What do you mean,
Elijah?

I just thought
if Stover got shut down,

then I could go back to my old
school and be with my friends.

And nobody
would make fun of me.

Are kids picking on you
at Stover?

All the time.

I had no idea. I...

Maybe you ought to worry less
about protecting these kids

from the outside world
and take a harder look

at what's happening
inside your school.

I am so sorry
you're being bullied, Elijah.

I'll do whatever it takes
to make it stop.

I'm really sorry
about the fire alarms.

Is there anything
I can do to fix it?

These ivory tower schools,

they breed these kids that think
they're better than everybody else.

Bullies.

I don't know. I mean,
bullies are everywhere.

That's why you gotta focus on
the good people instead, right?

They're everywhere, too.

Hey, Ritter, don't mess
with my old man anger, okay?

Because, um, I need it
to get around.

Hey. You coming
to Molly's tonight?

Nope. Going out
with Violet.

So you finally
texted her again.

Maybe.
Maybe she texted me.

No. You definitely
texted her.

Sorry to leave you
high and dry like this,

but with Ellen insisting I move back
in, I really don't have much of a choice.

She's the team leader
in my house.

You'll see what I mean
when you get married.

Actually, most of the time
it's pretty great.

Just don't tell Ellen
I said so.

Oh, uh, Nick, wait.
Your DVD.

Oh, no, I'm leaving that
with you guys,

as a thank you
for everything you did.

I'll never forget it.

Oh, hey, hey.
Let me get that for you.

Thanks.

And the body's
not even cold.

Okay.

This is gonna
be awesome.

Hey, bud.

Hi.

Let me see.

I like it. Good work. That
would cheer anyone up.

You ready?
Okay.

Come on.

Go.

What's this about?

My birthday's not
for another couple days.

I know.

But I wanted to celebrate
tonight anyway,

because I decided that we
are not going on any crazy trips.

We're just gonna
stay right here,

cozied up on that couch.

That sounds perfect, but...

But?

I don't want you to go somewhere
else to be home anymore.

Your station gear
should always be here,

because you should
always be here.

Will you move in?

I mean, what the hell. You
gotta live with who you love, right?

Makes sense to me.