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I used to be Denver Fire Department.
I was injured on the job.

- That injury was four years ago.
- So, the painkillers he's on...

- He's been on those a long time.
- You are looking for an easy save.

Would you want your only daughter
to be a firefighter?

- Give her the boot.
- Are we really gonna do this?

Her father is Deputy District Chief.

He's doing everything he can to make
sure you get stuck behind a desk.

Jones!

- Is everything OK with Casey?
- Yeah.

- You don't want me to be a firefighter.
- Gabby, take a deep breath.

Don't condescend to me...

Whatever I say,
you take it the wrong way.

Then don't say anything.

Is it Shay's birthday or something?

No, no, it's just a girls' weekend.
You're cool with that, right?

Yeah, of course.

Does this hat make me look silly?
My mom gave it to me.

No, I like it.

Hey, I'm sorry I told Jones
what her dad was up to. I really am.

- I thought she deserved to know.
- I did too. We were going to tell her.

I wish you'd come to me first.

Yeah, I should have. You're right.

Apartment listings? When I get home,
we're going to find a great place.

Maybe we should stop looking.

What?

We've been saying
we'd do this for months,

it still hasn't happened.
It shouldn't be this hard.

That's Shay.

- I'll miss you.
- Yeah. Miss you, too.

Oatmeal? If I wanted to
be healthy and miserable,

I would've stayed home.

Jones is dropping the ball.

Well, Jones is late. Capp made that.

Well, that explains it then.

Damn, Mouch, you haven't
even touched the stuff.

No appetite.

Not one reply
to my Golden Oldeez profile.

Nothing? Not even a bite?

Fifty-four views,
but no follow-ups or whatever.

- What the hell is that, Mouch?
- What?

Hey, that's private, by the way.

Why would you put
this photo on your profile?

I asked Shay and she said
women like a bad boy.

So you basically asked a lesbian
what she looks for in a man.

- Fair point.
- I'll tell you what women like.

Firemen, you knucklehead!

I like where you're going with this.

Look, we are deleting
this profile picture...

...and putting up a new one.
- When? How?

Right now. Come on.

Uh, right there.

And smile.

OK. Let's try it.

Oh, no, that's who's subbing
for Shay and Dawson?

Howdy Doody ain't that bad,
but the other guy's Bad Luck Schleprock.

- He's what?
- Hey, Chout. Hey, McAuley.

Hey, guys!
Glad to be back with the old 5-1.

Welcome back, guys. The, um, oatmeal's
in the Crock-Pot. Help yourselves.

Is it gluten free?

- I don't even know what that means.
- It's not gluten-free, McAuley.

So, when are you bouncing me from 51?

I'm not. Have a seat.

Look, I don't know what's going on
between you and your father.

It's none of my business.
But as far as I'm concerned,

you are one of my firefighters,
and my job is to protect your job.

He'll come after you. I know him.

Well, I'll deal with that
when and if that happens.

It's the one thing that I wanted,
my whole life.

And he's taking it away from me.

Jones, if you don't want him
transferring you to PR, then don't go.

Put your foot down.

Or go, and make your dad happy.

You've got to figure it out.

It's all gonna work out, Jones.

Well, at least I know
you guys have my back.

You know, I'd like to, um,
take a personal day

and settle this once and for all.

That sounds like a good idea.
See you next shift.

- There's something else going on there.
- You make sure you check in on her.

Definitely.

Engine 51,
Truck 81, Ambulance 61, apartment fire.

- Get that extinguisher up here.
- On my way up.

I think we got a grease fire.

Ridge, move your ass!
We're gonna lose the whole kitchen.

- Coming in!
- Let's go, Ridge!

Come on.

Put some Lake Michigan on that.

Hmm, found the culprit.

What idiot leaves a pan full of grease
on the stove unattended?

Oh, my God, is Gavin OK?
I live across the hallway.

TV's playing. Stove's on.
Is he around here somewhere?

I saw him yelling in the hallway
about an hour ago.

- Who was he fighting with?
- He was on his cell.

We get horrible cell reception in the
building so we usually go to the roof.

Gavin! Fire Department, call out!

Gavin! Call out!

Gavin, you up here?

Nothing on the south side.

Nothing on the east side.

Nothing on the west side.

Help!

Hear that?

Fire Department, call out.

Over here!

Fire Department. Call out!

Down here!

Where is this guy?

Help, I'm stuck! Down here!

Get Squad here now!

Herrmann, talk to me.

He's, uh, ass down, head and feet up.

Give me a measurement
from the end of the building.

Twenty-seven feet,
eight inches from the back corner.

Copy that. Lower down
an open radio and a mask.

Gavin, I'm lowering
you down a radio and a mask.

Put the mask on so you don't breathe
the dust from the drilling.

Wait, what? What drilling?

Gavin, this is Lieutenant Severide.

We can't climb down to get you, so we're
going to have to drill through the wall.

Capp, use the three-quarter
on the hammer drill.

I want three feet from
the side of the X.

Casey, how's he doing?

- Fading.
- Go to channel three for me.

Copy.

- Casey?
- Smiling death?

He's been compressed for so long,

when we cut him out,
he's gonna have a 50-50 chance.

Want family here?

- Give me five minutes.
- Copy. Back to one.

Mills, air chisel two bricks out
on the top of the X for me.

Hey, I'm getting
kind of tired in here.

Hey, Gavin, I hear you're a big UFC fan.
Who's your favorite fighter?

Johny Hendricks.

Yeah? Too bad he got his
ass kicked by St-Pierre.

Look, obviously you
didn't see that fight.

Everybody knows Hendricks got robbed.

Stick to badminton, pal.

Dude, I will kick your ass
for saying that.

- I'm not even joking.
- Uh-huh.

Alright, I'm through.

Alright, guys, get in there.

Uh, get me a 14 gauge
and spike a bag.

McAULEY: You're going to feel
a little prick.

Hang in there, Gavin.

McAULEY: I'm going to give you
some sodium bicarb.

- Bicarb's in.
- Alright.

- Good to go.
- Mills, Capp, finish it off.

Stay with us, Gavin.

Come on, come on, come on.

- Alright, we're good.
- Alright, guys, get in there.

- Got him?
- Yeah.

One, two, three.

Now what do you
gotta say to my face?

Oh, I was just messing with you
to keep your heart rate up, Gavin.

One, two, three. Up!

You got it?

This is Severide.

Hey, I'm Kelly... Severide.

Oh, yeah.

A guy claiming to be a fireman
dropped your name on a DUI.

I wanted to make sure he wasn't lying
before I booked him.

You know him?

Yeah.

- Anyone hurt?
- Nah.

- Just veered off into a ditch.
- Thanks.

Hey, it's my bad. It's totally my fault.

I took a couple of pills.
I had a flare up with my back.

And then a buddy calls me,
he's going through a divorce,

- wants to meet for a few drinks...
- You need to get into rehab.

I hear you, but there's no need.
I mean, I got a handle on this.

What... What I need
is help with this DUI charge,

cos if it sticks, I won't get into CFD.

Good luck.

Alright, alright, alright. OK!

OK what?

- I'll go.
- Look at me.

I will go to rehab. There, you happy?

Any way we can let this slide?
He was a fireman in Denver.

He's just looking for another shot here.
He's just had a tough go at it lately.

So you're vouching for him?

Yes, I'm vouching for him.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you. Appreciate it. I owe you one.

Dinner?

Oh, I'm just messing with you.

You wouldn't be able to handle me
anyway. I'd snap you right in half.

- Um...
- Yeah, so beat it. I got work to do.

- Sit tight.
- Alright.

- Where are the seven dwarves, right?
- Yeah, it's awesome.

Mmm, do you smell that?

It's like one of those pine-scented air
thingies you get at the car wash.

Welcome to paradise at Baileys Harbor.

- You must be Leslie.
- Hi. Yeah, this is my friend Gabby.

Hi, I'm Margie Cavanaugh.
This is my husband, Thomas.

Pleasure to meet you.

Anything you need, just ask.
We're right next door.

- Thanks.
- Enjoy that fireplace.

Ah! This is gonna be great.

Huh. Yeah, so after reading the website,

I guess they worked at the
Board of Trade in Chicago for 15 years,

- then cashed out, bought this place.
- Awesome.

Yeah... That's going to be
you and Casey in 20 years.

Matching sweaters,

perfect little kids running around,
playing lacrosse.

You OK?

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You and Casey?

What the hell is going on?

The worst part is he's not wrong.

I mean, we've been looking
for apartments for two months.

Do you know how many apartments
are available in Chicago right now?

- A lot.
- A lot.

But I'm dragging my feet and...

Is it because he lied to me
about the extent of his injury?

Or because he almost lost it
on that guy at the restaurant

who he thought was looking at me?
I mean, it was a big deal at the time,

and now it's not, so...

I don't understand
why I'm feeling like this.

I'm here to help. Whatever you need.

- OK, I have to rally.
- Yes, absolutely.

- Did you bring alcohol?
- Girl, get to know me already.

I'll grab some glasses.

So, our girls are out
in the boondocks, huh?

Yeah, I guess they've had it planned
for a while and kept pushing it.

I bet you anything one of them
comes back with a rescue squirrel.

How's everything with you and Dawson?

What?

I was about to ask you
for relationship advice,

but that'd be like getting
fitness tips from Mouch.

I have been in a lot of
meaningful relationships.

Oh, yeah, what was
meaningful about them?

Chivalry prevents me from
going any further into...

What's the matter? Getting cold feet?

I'm not sure.
Maybe we're moving too fast?

Look, there's no such thing
as moving too fast.

You just jump in, and either
luck's on your side or it ain't.

- Any word from Dawson and Shay?
- No cell phone reception.

- What are they doing anyway?
- Girls' weekend.

- What?
- Seems odd.

- Why?
- I don't know, it just seems odd.

That is not a girls' weekend.

That is a future bride
and a future maid of honor

scoping out wedding spots for you two.

- You got it all figured out, huh, Cruz?
- Mark my words, Lieutenant.

I don't know.
He's probably right, Casey.

In fact, you should start enjoying
your last bits of freedom while you can,

A.K.A. poker night with the boys.

Hey, now you're talking!

Just keep a lid on it.

Poker night? Huh!
I'll move some stuff around,

and see if I can make it.
When and where?

Uh, nothing's been firmed up yet.

Tomorrow night! Cruz and I will host.
Break in our new apartment.

- Boom, boom!
- I got a hit!

What?

Nursing home provider
from Gurnee.

There, buddy! She's cute.

Nursing home workers have the highest
rate of depression in any field.

They have to care for people who are
oftentimes incapable of expressing

gratitude or appreciation.
Takes a real toll, apparently.

- DUI.
- Yeah, I mean...

- The guy's hit rock bottom.
- You sure?

I tried calling over to
the Denver Fire Department

to look into any benefits he might have,
in terms of insurance for rehab,

but they gave me the run around.

So, I was hoping
you would call over there.

You really are sticking your neck
out for this guy.

I was in his shoes not too long ago.

I needed help getting on the other side
of it, Chief.

What if he doesn't want your help?

What if he's just agreeing with you
so he can beat this DUI charge,

and you get left holding the bag?

I don't wake up every morning
with the expectation that

I'm gonna bat a thousand, Chief.

- Alright.
- So you'll do it? You'll call Denver?

I'm gonna call Guildhaus
over in Blue Island.

They have a live-in facility for
firefighters and their families.

They take care of our people.
They never turn anyone away.

Thank you.

Kelly, do you know what this
Bloom guy's really running away from?

- Back injury on the job.
- And that's all?

I don't know. He's not the sharing type.

I just figure it'd be best
to try and get him clean first.

I'll make the call.

Hey, Jones.
It's Lieutenant Casey.

Just checking in. Uh...

Yeah, let me know what's going on,

or if there's anything
I can do on my end.

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

The whole situation is under control.
We've created a tight perimeter.

He wouldn't listen to me,
told me to back off.

Casey, you and Herrmann on juno lines?

- In position. Ready to go.
- Severide, you in position?

Yeah. One minute away, Chief.

Hey.

What's your name, pal?

Jerry. Now leave me alone.

What's the problem here?

What do you care?

Just curious, for when your parents ask.

My girl left me.

Come on. You're a good-looking kid.
You'll find another one.

Not like her!

Alright, I'm climbing out here
next to you and we can talk this out.

Stay away from me! No tricks!
I just want to die!

Jerry, listen to me.
You don't want to do this.

People who take their own lives,
and I've seen a few,

they have a plan, man.

You got your heart broke,
and came up here in the heat of it.

Come on, come on, come on!

Jerry, Jerry, you do not
want to kill yourself.

Watch me.

Tell her I loved her.

Please don't drop me!

Always seems like a good idea
until your feet leave the ground, huh?

Easy!

And I think, also,
you've been under a lot of stress.

Another excellent point.

Fire Academy's stressful to begin with,
I'm assuming.

Extremely.

Then you get injured,
have to see Jones take your spot.

And she's a pill on top of it all.

I have no beef with Jones.

We were the only two females
at the Academy,

with a bunch of guys staring at us
because they didn't think we belonged,

waiting for us to fail.

And anything she did
that I didn't like at the time,

looking back on it now, it's just
because she was scared, like I was.

Eh. Still a bit of a pill.

Well, Casey doesn't
want me to be a firefighter.

- Oh, that's crazy.
- It's not.

Didn't he pull strings
so that you could retake the test?

Yeah, only after he found out
I was gonna retake it anyway.

Ask me a question and I will.

Ask me a question and I will.

Is that the perfect couple
that owns this place?

I ask you what time it is
and you tell me how to build a watch.

Oh, really?

I should've listened
to my brother

and married Erin from Highland Park.

And I should have listened
to your brother and married him.

I love hearing couples argue.

So good.

You are an idiot, Thomas,
a total moron.

Which is why
I married you, Margie!

Anybody heard from Jones?

- Not yet.
- See? Simple as that.

- So it's a date?
- Tomorrow night. Congrats.

Alright!

Well, looks like Mouch
is out for poker night. Who's in?

Me!

Hey, what kind of poker we talking
about? Draw? Stud? Hold 'em? What?

Yeah, whatever. You know what's a hoot?
You guys ever play Indian poker?

What is this, summer camp?
You just sprout your pubes there, Otis?

McAULEY: So you guys are hosting?
I need an address.

Yeah, look, Otis and I can host, but
no cigars. Landlord won't allow it.

Alright, I'll host. But everybody's
got to bring snacks and beer.

I'm not getting chiseled on this deal.

Herrmann, you in? Lieutenant?

You know, I would come to poker night,
but it sounds so fun,

I'm afraid it would ruin me from
ever wanting to do anything else

other than hanging out with the guys.

Aw.

I'm getting ribs from Carson's
for dinner.

- Alright, maybe a few hands.
- Ah!

That's the spirit!

I got to duck out.
I'll have my radio on.

I am issuing him an I-Bond.

Conditions are as follows,

do not get rearrested and complete
a substance abuse program.

The pills we found will be inventoried,
but he won't be charged.

- I got a prescription.
- Shut up!

I'm not gonna impound the car,
although I should.

He'll get a ticket for reckless driving,
which can always be upgraded

if the bond is violated.

I don't want him in a vehicle
unless it's got checkers on it.

And I'm telling you all this
because it's your ass if I get played.

Is that understood?

Got it. Thank you. Let's go.

Alright, so here's the deal...
Rehab? I'm all for it.

But I've got some loose ends
to wrap up, you know?

Important family matters
that I've got to deal with...

Bloom! Hey, listen, I'm not Florence
Nightingale, alright?

I got better things to do than
trying to convince you

to get your life straight.
If you don't want my help,

just get your ass back in that district
and hash it out with Sergeant Platt.

Alright. Where do I got to be?

Place is called the Guildhaus.
I'll meet you there tomorrow.

I'll text you all the info.

Alright.

Is this just about your back injury?

Is there anything else I should know?

You just text me where and when
and I'll be there.

- Chief Jones. Lieutenant Casey.
- Oh, I remember.

I'm not sure if you've heard or not,
but your daughter,

she's hip to the fact
you want her in PR.

I heard.

OK. Um, look, it's none of my business,
but Rebecca is taking this pretty hard,

and I just wanted to take another run

at the possibility that maybe
you let her stay on Truck for...

Do me a favor, start that
first sentence over again.

- Uh, it's none of my business, but...
- There you go.

You made me this way,
you know that?

I never raised my voice
before I met you!

I don't know how they're
not hoarse by now.

Just go to the store
and get a new toilet!

Oh, my God.

You never know what couples are like
behind closed doors, right?

Oh, I'm going?
I've got to do everything around here!

- Well, you could...
- I'm kicking myself. You know why?

- Why?
- What happened to our game plan?

You're absolutely right.

Come on! Let's get into that tequila
and play some Boggle already.

Yeah.

Oh, my God! Help! Somebody help!

- Oh, my God! Thomas!
- Go call 911 now!

911 said the soonest
they can be here is in 30 minutes.

What? Isn't there
an ambulance in this town?

No, we're unincorporated.
Is he gonna die?

- Not if we can help it.
- Three to four inch laceration.

No crepitus, pupils are equal.

Margie, grab towels,
sheets and duct tape.

- Do you know what you're doing?
- We're paramedics. Go!

Hey, Thomas, you have a real serious cut
on your head. OK?

My wife is right. I'm an idiot.

- I should have called the plumber.
- Hey, hey. Everybody makes mistakes.

I got it!

Hold that.

Hang in there.
Breathe deep, breathe deep...

- Alright, bleeding's stopped.
- Is he going to be OK?

- We got him stabilized.
- My leg!

- His pulse is weak and tachy.
- I feel a deformity to the thigh.

His femur's broken.

Margie do you have
any, uh, crutches on the property?

No.

- Hey! Traction splint.
- On it.

Please make it stop!

Hey, Thomas, we're gonna get some wood
to make a traction splint.

I know you're in a lot of pain, but I
need you to find a way to calm down, OK?

Where's my wife?

Dawson, watch your head.

He's lost a lot of blood.
I'm not sure how much longer he has.

What if we put him in your car
and drive him toward the ambulance?

There's a possibility
of a spinal injury.

If we move him with the wrong equipment,
he'll die for sure.

Please forgive me. I'm so sorry.

It all seems so stupid now.

Of course I forgive you.

Do you forgive me?

- Thomas! Thomas!
- He's crashing!

Don't leave me. Thomas! I need you!

Stay with us, Thomas.

- Hey, what's up, Chief?
- Hey, Herrmann.

Do you still have a connection with

the Illinois Female Firefighters
Association?

Yeah, I help them run drills
for their seminars twice a year.

Anyone strike you there
as mentor material?

Mary Lou Monzella... Great gal.

Do me a favor, hook her up
with Jones, will you?

Maybe her and Mary Lou, they can
go and have a coffee or something.

Yeah. No sweat.
I think she's out of town this week,

but I'll give her a call.

Everything alright with Jones?

Oh, yeah, she just needs someone
to talk to. So...

Alright. Got it.

Chief Donaldson from
Denver Fire Department on line one.

OK. I got to take this.

Why do I have to be the girl?

Just do it, Cruz, and stop your whining.

- Fine.
- Sit!

OK, alright! Ready, Mouch!

OK.

- Hi, Randy, nice to meet you.
- You too.

OK. Hold on. Mouch, what are you doing?

- Reading the menu.
- Why?

To see what they serve for dinner.

Why so soon, I guess is my question.

Uh...

- Can I jump in here?
- Yeah, please.

When you walk in to meet a blind date...

Look like you?
Well, that ain't happening,

so she can take me or leave me,
warts and all.

- Can I finish? OK.
- Sorry.

Engage in conversation.
Ask her something.

OK, OK. Fine.

- Walk back in again?
- Just start from there. You got it.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Uh, where are you from?
- Can I jump in real quick?

Sorry... You should already know
where she's from

because she has a profile
on the website, just like you do.

Yep. Good point, good point.

So if you ask a question
that's already on the profile,

she's gonna think you didn't
bother to read it. OK?

- So just branch out a little.
- Uh-huh. OK.

Name five things you're scared of.

Uh, being here with you,

on this date just became
number one for me right now.

She wouldn't say that.

Kelly.

Come with me, please.

Fractured femur.
We made a traction splint.

He lost a lot of blood,
his pulse is weak, barely palpable.

- He needs a fluid bolus.
- Thanks, we'll take it from here.

- I'm going with.
- You can follow us in another vehicle.

No, I'm riding in the back.

Will you listen to the lady?
I think she knows what she's doing.

You're right, honey. I'm sorry.

I miss Matt.

So, I called over to Denver
on your friend.

Yeah? His insurance is going to kick in?

- It is.
- OK. I appreciate it, Chief.

You should know this.

He was injured in the
Tadisco Warehouse fire.

That is one of the worst fires
Denver's had in the last hundred years.

Ten firefighters died.

I've been doing this for 20 years.

I was a junkie for ten before that.

All that living and learning
is telling me one thing right now...

He's not coming, is he?

Recovery is for people who want it,
not for people who need it.

Where we doing this?

You ever tried Riesling? It's amazing.

Uh, no.
This is a special occasion for me.

I usually drink beer.

Miller Lite mostly,
sometimes Budweiser.

Or Schlitz...

Remember Hamm's?

So, tell me what it's like to be
a fireman. It has to be so exciting.

It's, uh, a lot of adventures, you know?
Fire. Great group of guys.

Women, too, of course.
A lot of homely ones.

Well, Dawson's pretty cute,
in a totally professional, like,

"I'm not even looking" kind of way,

but I just work with them
so you don't have to worry.

But why would you worry?

This is our first date.
I'm not really good at first dates.

- Me neither.
- You kidding me? You're doing great.

My ex-husband always told me
that I talk too much,

so I'm a little self-conscious about it.

So...

What drew you to Golden Oldeez?

Well, I'm very happy by myself, but
I just moved here from Pittsburgh.

And I was reading this article
about prisons,

and the author made a point that
the most severe punishment,

in any culture is solitary confinement.

I mean, we're social animals,
you know?

We need to be around others.

And if it doesn't come easily,
well, then, gosh, darn it!

Just get on a website
and make an effort.

So that's what I did.

I like you.

- Here you go, ladies.
- Thank you.

- Hey! There she is.
- Hey, Herrmann.

Skinny margarita, right?

- Um, I'll just have a club soda.
- Okey doke.

Is Dawson around?
I've been trying her cell.

Nah, she's in the sticks.

Her and Shay had some
girls' getaway planned.

You know what? Me? My wife, she wants
to go to a cabin with a hot lesbian

for a few days, she's gonna get
an unexpected visit from you know who.

- You're a trip. You know that?
- Yeah.

Hey, you get everything
straightened out with your old man?

Yeah.

I got one more shift at 51
and then I'm transferred to PR.

At least, that's what
his secretary told me.

My dad won't call me back.

PR? Is that what you want?

You know, I don't really know anymore.

It's just not worth it,
trying to fight with him.

Why do you have to? I mean,
why's your old man such a jag-off?

Well, when I was ten, I was
in a car accident with my mother.

She died.

The only thing that reminds
my father of that day is me.

I really don't know what to say
about that, kid, except I'm sorry.

Thanks.

Hey, just remember, though, you got
a family at 51 who really loves you.

Yeah, I'm gonna miss you guys.

- Do me a favor, OK?
- Yeah.

- Tell Dawson I stopped by?
- Yeah, you got it.

Hey, Rebecca, listen...

If you need to talk, I got
club soda up the ying yang,

you just come and park it here.
We'll solve the mysteries of the world.

I got it worked out. Thanks, Herrmann.

- This is a blast!
- You've lost almost $200.

It's the fun of it.
Hanging out, telling stories, you know?

I love playing poker with guys like you.

So, uh, Oxford Stud?

- What?
- You keep changing the game

just when we get the hang
of the last one you wanted to play.

Fine. Five card draw.

- Hello?
- In here, sweetie.

- You're married?
- Yes, indeedy.

- Hey, honey.
- Hey, kitten.

- How's it going?
- I'm cleaning up.

These are the guys.

- Hello.
- Ma'am.

- Carson's ribs?
- Yeah.

Can I get anybody
a beer or anything?

I'm good. Thank you.

Where are the cigars and strippers?
It's poker night!

Have fun!

That's your wife? You, McAuley,
Dr. Doom and Gloom,

- snagged that earth angel over there?
- That's correct.

How many?

You know what? I fold.

Hey, Gabby. I know you're not
getting any reception up there,

but I just, uh... Yeah, I don't know.

It's poker night with the guys, and...

All I want to do is cash in my chips
and go home to you.

Except you're not there.

So I guess I'll just have to stay here
and take all of Cruz's money.

Anyway, I hope you guys are having a
great time, and drive safe and...

Oh, a bunch of new listings
came out this morning.

There's a few places
I think you'll like,

though I've obviously
been wrong about that before,

but we can look at them
when you get home.

Um, I'm sorry about how we left it.

Anyway, I love you. OK. Bye.

Matt?

Hey.

Mmm!

- I love you.
- I love you, too.

I'm going to get showered up.

And then I'm going to need
about ten minutes

to put on a little outfit
I've been meaning to break out...

- And then tell you to come in.
- Uh...

Uh, yes, yes and yes.

- Go get a couple beers.
- Done!

Hello?

What's the matter?

Baby, what happened?

- Jones.
- What?

They just found her body.