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- Girl could've died.
You gave her a chance.

- I'm gonna keep checking in.

- Did you reach out
to your birth mom?

- I've picked up the phone
a few times.

I just think it's better
if we speak in person.

I'm looking for Julie.

- There's nobody here
by that name.

- I was just 16
when you were born.

Just know how much
I want you in our life,

in whatever way works for you.

- You're up early.

- If I don't get
to the coffee maker first,

you'll put that
hazelnut stuff in.

- Hey, hazelnuts are a delicacy
in some places.

- Actually, I just need
to get a jump on some paperwork

at the firehouse.

- Oh.
- See you there.

- Have fun.

- Morning.

- Hey, you know how we had
to keep quiet last night

so we didn't wake up Casey?

- Mm-hmm.

He left?

- Time to wake up
the rest of the building.

- I wanted to say
I'm sorry again

for the way Scott acted
when you came looking for me.

- It must have been
a shock to him.

I get it.

I think Scott's finally come
to terms with the fact

that there are things in life
outside of his control.

But hey, I want to learn
more about you.

- Oh, uh...

- Like what's
your favorite movie?

- Um...

I must have watched "La La
Land" like a hundred times.

- Oh, I loved "La La Land."
Until it got sad.

- Oh, same.

I turn it off
when they break up.

- Well, they should've
ended up together.

- Totally.

Well, what about
your favorite foods?

- Do you really want to know
what kinds of foods I like?

- Sylvie...

I want to know everything.

- And let's get the tools

and the equipment inspections
started first thing.

There's been too much dawdling
in the morning,

and I'm tired of it.

And when the apparatus floor
is cleaned today,

let's actually put
some effort in.

There's dust
in every damn corner.

Medic, I'm talking to you too.

- I'm sorry, Chief,
I'm just going over

the new checklist of supplies--

- Do that after
morning meeting, understand?

- Everything all right, Chief?

- What's that supposed to mean?
- You seem a little on edge.

That's all.

- Donna's got me
on some damn diet.

- We're all dead
by shift's end.

- Donna wants you
to lose weight?

- Do I look like I need
to lose weight?

- Of course not, Chief,

but that is what diets
are for sometimes.

- Look, my last checkup,

my cholesterol numbers
are high.

Now I'm following something
Donna found on the internet

called a "surplus diet."

- Oh, I read about that.
Surplus of fiber, no fat.

- Well, a surplus of starvation
is more like it.

- This may be the week
I hand off cooking duties.

- Not to me, though.
- Yeah, yeah, it's your turn.

- No--
- Yeah, I'm--

- Ambulance 61,
Truck 81, Squad 3.

Vehicle accident.
Lakeshore and Shiller.

- Anyone inside?
- I don't know.

No one saw it happen.

These folks spotted
the broken guard rail

when they passed by earlier.

And then on their way back,
they noticed the car.

- So this didn't just happen?

No, that car's been in
the water at least 40 minutes.

- All hands on deck.
Let's move.

- Okay, squad...

- You're good.
- Yep.

- You're good?
- Yep.

- Got it.
- We're good.

- Good.

- That's good.

- All right.
Everyone on this side.

- Good to go!

- Okay, Kidd.
Nice and steady.

All yours, squad.

- Ah. Cruz.

Strike.
Strike.

Where's the driver?

- Check the footwells.
Check the back seat.

- Nothing?

- That window's busted.
Maybe they swam out.

- Cruz, help me suit up.
- Copy.

- I can't let you go in,
Severide.

It's too dangerous.
- We don't have a choice.

- Severide, I said no.

They've been in the water
too long.

It's not worth the risk.

- Cold water can preserve
a drowning victim.

You know that.

- It's been 40 minutes,
at least, maybe a lot longer.

This isn't a rescue.
It's a recovery.

Let the police divers
handle it.

Stand down!
That's an order!

- If that victim has any hope,

you're gonna make them wait
for police divers?

- I said it's a recovery.

I'm not sending you
into dangerous waters

to retrieve a corpse.

- Pack up the gear, guys.

- When you call in your boat
and recovery divers,

tell them they got a few
hundred yards of shoreline

to search.

- Copy that.

Looks like our victim
is female.

Lisa Burke, 38 years old.

We'll send someone over
to her address,

see if she's got
any next of kin.

- Damn it.

- Well, first thing you do is,

you take it
and you lay it flat, right?

Then just hold the sides up
and then just let it collapse.

They'll never talk about what
happened back there, will they?

- No, they'll let all that
tension sit between them.

Unresolved.
- Dudes.

- Lily!
- Hi.

- Hey!
- Hey!

- Aww!

Okay.

Oh, it's so good
to see you guys.

- Oh, girl,
you have been missed.

- A lot.
- Oh.

- It's been way too long.
- I know.

I just--I'm sorry.

Things have been busy,
but it is so nice to be here.

Is Herrmann around?

I'm actually here
to run something by him.

- Yeah, he's inside.
- Come on in.

We'll get you some hot coffee.
- I would love that.

Thank you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Are you okay?
- I can't shake this one.

- Talk to me.

- What if she was still nearby?

Just under the surface
by some fluke?

I could've given Severide
a few minutes to make sure.

- Yeah, and if he didn't
find anything right away,

he'd keep searching,

going further out, a lone diver
in rough, icy water.

- Her name is Lisa Burke.

The kind of person
that smiles for a DMV photo.

- Matt, you weighed
the variables

and you made a decision.

That's what makes you
a good captain.

- Yeah.

- The fact that you beat
yourself up about it afterwards

is what makes you
a good person.

- Thanks.

- You wanna see something?

- No.

Julie gave them
to me this morning.

Taken on the day I was born.
- Okay, that's pretty cute.

It's so strange, seeing myself
in the arms of this teenager.

- How's it going with her?

- It's good.
It's really good.

- But?

- But I don't wanna get
too close.

She's starting this
whole new chapter of her life

with this baby
on the way, and...

I can't help but feel like

she's just gonna
disappear again.

Brings up some old feelings
I don't really wanna remember.

Is that silly?

- Not at all.

- How you been, kid?

- Okay, I guess.
Ups and downs.

That memorial out front,
it's really beautiful.

- Yeah.

- I came to visit
a few times in the fall,

just never when you guys
were on shift.

I've been a little overwhelmed
by everything.

- Yeah.

I'm just glad you're here now.
- Me too.

Herrmann, I feel like
I owe you an apology

for giving up Molly's North--

- Hey.

You do not have to apologize
for anything, okay?

I mean it.

- I knew you were
gonna say that,

but I still wanted to explain.

So much there
reminded me of Brian.

I felt like I'd never be able
to breathe right, you know?

The thing is,
I miss running a business

and connecting with customers.

It's in my blood.
I wanna open a new place.

A bakery/coffee shop,
is what I'm thinking.

- That sounds great.

- I found a location
that would be perfect for it.

But I need help.

And you are the smartest
business owner I know, so--

- Me?
- Yes!

Yes.

You've taken Molly's
to such great success

and you know all the ins
and outs of this crazy process.

Look, I'm sure you're busy
between the firehouse,

and the bar,
and your family, so--

- I'm in.
- Really?

- 100%.
I would love to help.

- Oh, my God.
Thank you so much.

You are the best.

- Aw.

- Okay, look, there's healthy,
and then there's this.

What do I do with it?
- I don't know.

- Okay, well, you got us into
this mess, so figure it out.

- What?
I'm not the cook, you are.

- What's going on?

- Mr. Suck-Up here offered

to make Chief Boden
separate meals.

- Whoa.
What was I supposed to do?

He was standing here
all cranky,

yelling about the stuff
that Donna dropped off.

- I don't even know
what these are.

- They're flaxseeds.
I told you.

- See, that?
That doesn't help me at all.

- Okay.
This is ridiculous.

We can't live
under this tyranny.

I'll talk to the Chief

when he gets back
from the district meeting.

- What?
No.

Are you sure that's
such a good i--

- Lisa Burke?

You're alive.

- You can take a seat in here.
- I wasn't driving the car.

That was Gary.
Gary Pavone, my fiancé.

- Oh.

- He borrowed it this morning,
and that's the last I saw him.

I just need to know
what happened.

- The police
haven't contacted you?

- An officer came by,
but he wasn't on the scene,

didn't have a lot
of information.

He said your firehouse
was there?

- That's right.

It seems like your fiancé
lost control

and went through a guard rail.

When we dragged the car out,
there was no one inside.

The window was broken,

which suggests he may have
ended up in the water.

- But you looked for him?

- We didn't conduct a search.

We determined--

I determined
that the chance he'd survived

was too slim
to put my men at risk.

So we called in police divers
to look for his body.

I'm very sorry
about your fiancé.

- How big an area
will they search?

- Pretty big, I'd guess.

They'll establish a search grid
based on currents,

and they have something
called side-scan sonar--

- And what happens
if they don't find him?

- I don't know what you mean.

- Well, do they still
declare him dead?

- Well, a legal presumption
of death is possible,

but it usually takes a while.

- Okay, well,
thank you, Captain.

- Of course.

So check this out.

The owner of that Nissan
just walked into the firehouse.

Her fiancé had been
using the car.

- Ah.

- Here's the weird part.
I figured she'd be distraught.

Instead, she was more concerned
that his body didn't show up.

Almost disappointed.

- That's creepy.
- Right?

Where are you off to?

- Gonna take the squad out,
run some drills.

- What do you think?

Should I tell the cops
about the way she was acting?

- Well, something's off.
- So I should tell them.

- It's your call.

- Chief, I say this
with all due respect--

- That's debatable.

- It's just that
this surplus diet seems

to be making you a little
short-tempered, which, in turn,

creates conflict and stress
in the house.

Your health is very important
to all of us,

but maybe there's a less severe
approach to changing your diet?

Sir?
- You call Donna.

Tell her I've given up
after less than a week.

'Cause if I do it,
I'm a dead man.

- Oh, I don't think
that's a good idea--

- You're damn right it's not.

I am not a weak man.

I should be able
to handle this.

- There is one thing
that I can think of

that might make this
a little easier.

- So this is the place
that Lily told me about.

It's a real trendy area
in Wicker Park.

- Nice bones.
- Mm-hmm.

- That exposed brick,
the big windows.

- Yeah, so we're gonna go
take a look at it after shift--

- Whoa.
- What?

- Did you see the rent?

No way she can afford that.

- Which is why she was smart
to come to me for help

because I'm gonna hammer
that number down

just like I do all the vendors
that come over to Molly's.

- That's not ringing any bells.

- Oh, are we still making
a bowl of seeds and beans?

- No.
- Ha, Kidd, you're a hero.

- You're making two bowls
of seeds and beans.

- What?

- Well, diets have
a much higher success rate

when you have a buddy,
so I offered.

Don't look at me like that.

Listen, I'm doing this
for the team.

All right?
You should be thanking me.

- Captain Casey.
- Hey, Petillo.

Didn't expect you
to come right over.

- It's a pretty intriguing
message you left

about Lisa Burke.

- Yeah, I don't know
if I have anything useful.

I might just be
wasting your time.

But first, your search team
have any luck?

- They were out there
for almost six hours,

didn't find a thing.

Then one of our divers
had a scare,

got caught in a rip current.

He's fine, but the team leader
called off the search

until conditions improve.

- So no body.
- No.

But we're pretty sure
there's one out there.

- Why?

- Police techs have been
examining the vehicle.

It appears somebody tampered
with the throttle.

Pretty sure this wasn't
an accident.

It was murder.

- You know, you don't
have to eat in here

just 'cause we're both
on this ridiculous diet.

- Actually, I do,

'cause the smell of bacon in
the common room was killing me.

- This is reminding me of
my deep water rescue training.

- How's that?

- The tendency
of a drowning victim

to pull their rescuer
down with them.

- Stop.
I offered.

- Doesn't mean
it was a good idea.

- Chief, please.

It's nice to have
your back for once,

'cause you always have mine.

And the oatmeal isn't that bad.
- Yes, it is.

- Captain, I think Mouch
is ready for a double shift.

I mean, look at all this energy
he's still got.

- I just wanna get home before
Donna puts a bug in Trudy's ear

about this
surplus diet claptrap.

- What did you say about me?
What did you tell the police?

- I'll catch you guys later.
Please, come inside.

Have a seat, Ms. Burke.

- Suddenly the police are
asking me all these questions.

"Where was I at the time
of the accident?"

"Can anybody corroborate
my account?"

You obviously accused me
of something.

- No, all I did was tell them
that we had a conversation.

But I know you've been through
a lot in the last 24 hours,

and I'm sorry
if I made things worse for you.

Please.

- This is all so confusing.

Gary lives in Denver.

He's an aviation engineer.

He travels a lot for
the airline that he works for.

So when he's in town,
sometimes he borrows my car.

- Okay.

- We've only been dating
a few months.

We met online.

- He looks like a nice guy.

- He's very sweet to me.

And I have not been
lucky in love,

so when he proposed,

I just jumped at the chance.

But yesterday,

I got an overdraft notice
from my bank.

When I checked my account,
it was empty.

Cleaned out.

And then you found my car
in a lake.

- Oh.

- They can drain Lake Michigan
if they want,

but they won't find
Gary's body.

- Did you explain all this
to the police?

- You're the first person
I've told.

He took everything from me.

Everything.

- You need to tell them, Lisa.

The police need to know

they aren't searching
for a victim in the water.

They're looking for a con
artist who's still at large.

- You'll find all the specs
on here.

I'll just give you two
a few minutes to look around.

- Awesome.
Thank you so much.

See, I would put bar stools
right here for counter service.

And I was thinking, like,
a big glass display

for cupcakes and pies
could go over here.

- That would be nice.
- Ah, it's perfect, isn't it?

I know I shouldn't say that
in front of a realtor,

but this place has everything
I dreamed of.

- You can say it
as loud as you want.

Oh, and look.

- Yeah?
- I came prepared.

Wanna measure the kitchen
with me?

- No, you go ahead.

It's time
for Mr. Wheeler Dealer

to have a word
with our realtor.

All right?
- Go get them, killer.

- Yep.

- You know how picky he is.

Okay.
Yeah, I'll call you later.

Great space, isn't it?
- Oh, yeah, it's nice enough.

But let's talk turkey, huh?
- Excuse me?

- Yeah, Deanne,
I've run and owned

my own Chicago establishment

for around eight years now,

so I know what the numbers
should look like.

- Oh, oh, I'm glad to hear it.

I appreciate
an informed client.

- Okay, so after, you know,
comparing this place

to the one that I'm in,

I wrote down
what I think would be,

you know, a fair monthly rent.

- Apparently,
there were five other offers

already on the table.

In my defense,
not even Henry Kissinger

could've negotiated
with this woman.

- That's a shame,

but I'm sure Lily will find
another place she likes.

- Yeah, but she loved this one.

You should've seen
how happy that kid was.

Man.

So I offered to invest
in her business.

Give her a little seed money,
it'll help with her rent,

until she can get it
off the ground.

- That's real generous
of you, Herrmann.

I didn't know you had
that kind of cash.

- This is Lily we're talking
about here, Mouch.

She was the love of Otis' life,
you know?

- Of course.
Yeah, no, I get it.

- Hey, Kidd.
You seen Severide?

- Oh, what am I?
His secretary?

- Whoa.
- Sorry.

It's this stupid diet.

I think my stomach
is digesting itself.

You need Kelly for something?

- I just wanted to make sure he
knew there was never any victim

in the lake.

- I told him all about that.

What, he didn't
reach out to you?

- Not even a text.
- You men are so...

Wh-why can't you just
confront each other directly

when you're pissed off
about something?

It's childish.

- How long are you
on this diet?

- Two freaking weeks.
- Okay.

- If I survive.

You see who Brett's talking to?

- Oh, Matt's here now.
- Oh.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Matt Casey,
this is my birth mom, Julie.

Julie, this is Matt.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Been hearing a lot about you.
- Yeah, same here.

Actually,
we were just discussing

the mystery
of the car in the lake.

- Ah, yes.

- Julie has a good friend
that was also scammed

by someone
on an online dating app.

- Yeah, Bridget.

She met this doctor online

and they started this long
distance text relationship.

- He got her to invest
her entire savings

into some medical device
he claimed he invented.

What a jerk.

- Hmm.
- Or woman.

- Yeah, I mean,
everybody always feels sorry

for the women
in these scenarios,

but, you know,
it's the men who are the losers

trying to build themselves up.

I mean, that doctor,
turned out he was just

a cashier who watched
a lot of medical dramas on TV.

- Ooh, are you all right?

- No, I'm fine.

I swear this baby,

sometimes it's like
she's doing Pilates in there.

Oh.

- Is it always this bad?

- Oh.

- I think we should
get you looked at.

- No, no, no.
I'm okay, I'm okay.

- I don't know.

With a high-risk pregnancy
like yours,

I'm afraid there might be
something wrong.

- Okay.

Matt, my car's down the street.
- I'll meet you out front.

- Okay, come on.
We're going to the hospital.

- Mom's vitals are good.
Baby's heartbeat is strong.

Water's intact.
No bleeding.

I think what
we're looking at here

is a classic case
of Braxton Hicks.

- Oh, otherwise known
as false labor.

- But come back
if the contractions return

and are more severe,
or if there is any bleeding.

- Oh, I will.
Absolutely.

- Okay.

- Thanks, Doctor.
- Mm-hmm.

- This is embarrassing
for a paramedic.

I'm so sorry, Julie.
- Are you kidding?

Oh, I think
it's incredibly sweet

that you took it so seriously.

- Well, that's
my half-sister in there.

- Oh, hey.
No, she's kicking.

For real this time.
Here.

- Oh.
- Yeah, right here.

- Wow.
- I'll meet you outside.

- He's terrific.

How long have you two
been dating?

- Oh, no, it's not like that.
We're just friends.

- Okay.
If you say so.

- Come on.
Let's get you out of here.

- Matt, you work
with Blake Gallo, don't you?

- Gallo, sure.
He rides in my truck.

- He's a good guy.

The way he keeps tabs
on that burn victim.

- The little girl
from the gas explosion?

- Lucy, yeah.
She's a long-term patient.

And he's always checking to see

if we've brought her out
of her coma yet.

- Oh, I didn't realize.

- But Brett sounded shaken up.

I was just glad
everything turned out okay.

- The woman shows up
out of nowhere,

husband acts like a jerk,

and Brett has her heart
wide open,

the way that she always does.

- You're still on
the surplus diet?

- Yeah, of course.
I can't bail on Chief.

- You think he stuck
with it off-shift?

He seemed ready to break to me.

Uh-oh.

- Chief.
- What?

- Did you cheat
on the diet off-shift?

- No, did you?
- I told you I wouldn't.

- Well, I wanted to,
but I stuck with it anyway

because I knew
that if I cheated,

I would have both you and Donna
come at me.

And that is not
the kind of support

that I'm looking for from you.

- Well, that's too bad,

because if you're not quitting,
I'm not quitting.

- What are you looking at?

- I can't make two meals again.

- Well, maybe
we can convince them

meatball subs have
high fiber and no fat?

- Maybe, and maybe they do.

We don't know for sure.
We're not nutritionists.

- No.
We're firefighters, damn it.

- Keep in mind,

if you try to serve seeds
to the whole house,

we'll bury you
under the app floor.

You know what?
I'm doing it.

I'm putting ground beef
and buns on the shopping list,

come what may.

- This is the bravest thing
you've ever done.

- Hey, gang.
- Hey.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Hi.
- Hey, are you okay?

- Oh, yeah.
- All right.

- I just wanted to talk to you
if you have a second.

- Yeah, of course.
Come here.

- I spent all morning
going through our finances.

- Yeah.

- Crunched the numbers
a hundred different ways.

- Yeah.
- I know you want to help Lily.

But there's no way
to make that loan work

without the family
taking a real hit.

You know, back
to the early days of Molly's,

and you remember
how scary that was?

- Okay, then.
All right.

It is what it is.

- I know how much
you wanted to help.

- Yeah, and that
and a box of rocks

is worth exactly
the same thing.

- I'm sorry, Christopher.

- Truck 81, Ambulance 61.

Injured person
at 1197 West Gossage.

- Not your fault.

- Hey, don't back down, Ritter.
Get all the ingredients.

- Kidd, you're with me.

Mouch and Gallo, hang back
until I see what we need.

- Captain, I'll have
a double pepperoni, please.

- Oh, my God.
That smells incredible.

- Hey.

It's my boss, Silvio.
You gotta hurry.

- Stay there.

- He was unloading
bags of flour,

and the thing went haywire.

- Gotcha.
Go ahead.

Kidd, see if you can find
the breaker for the dumbwaiter.

- Where's the breaker box?
- It's right over there.

- Mouch, we need
a 4-foot strut and a ram.

- Copy that, Cap.

- He has poor perfusion
and he's hypoxic.

- Let's get ready to bag him
when he's released.

- Copy that.
- Kidd, what's the holdup?

- I can't find
the right breaker.

I'm shutting it all down.

- Mouch, use the strut
to brace this thing.

Gallo, position the ram.
- Copy that.

- I got it.
- Thanks.

- Secure.

- Beautiful.
- Thanks, Captain.

- Great, okay.
Got you.

- Here we go.

- It's okay.
- Let's get him up.

I'll get the lights.

- Easy, easy.

- Here, take these
for the firehouse.

- What?
No, we can't.

- Please, we gotta
get rid of them.

We're shutting down
while we all go to hospital

to check on Silvio.

- Thank you.
He's in good hands.

Pepperoni?
- Thank you.

- Hey, I heard
you've been checking in

on a patient yourself.

- Yeah.
Lucy.

And I know she's gonna
pull through, I can feel it.

- Good.
- Yeah.

- I need to inhale exhaust
right now.

- Fastest I've ever seen
you drive, Kidd.

Oh.
- Oh, that one's double cheese.

- Dig in.

- If any of you go down
from a heart attack,

I'm not resuscitating.

- That was uncalled for.
- Hmm.

- Chief, you would not believe
what I just--

Are you eating something?
- Mm-mm.

- Wallace Boden.
- Damn...

Ritter says they're
really high in fiber.

- Chief.

I thought we were
in this together.

Now we're talking.

- Okay, I have to ask.
Are we good?

- What do you mean?

- I didn't see you
at the apartment off-shift.

You just avoiding Kidd while
she's on that psycho diet,

or do you and I need to talk
about our argument at the lake?

- Talk?

- Never mind.

- Hey.

Did the cops have any luck
locating the fiancé?

- No, they haven't found him
in Denver or anywhere else.

Gary Pavone is
obviously an alias.

- They tried pulling prints
off the car?

- Water damage
makes it harder, I guess.

Plus, he probably
wiped it down.

Police mechanics found
some sort of electronic device

connected to the fuel system,
but they can't identify it.

Is it possible
to rig a car like that

so it can accelerate
without a driver?

- Well, late model Nissans have

a "fly-by-wire"
electronic throttle.

And I suppose you could fit it
with a receiver

so you can operate it remotely.

Point the car towards the lake
and just press a button.

Is this fake fiancé
any kind of tech whiz?

- Supposedly,
he's an aviation engineer,

but that's probably a lie
just like everything else.

Although maybe there's
a kernel of truth to it

and he's just
building himself up.

I mean, maybe he's just a guy
who's into airplanes.

His profile picture is him
holding what looks like

a design prototype,
but what if it's just a toy?

Hi, my name's Matt Casey

and I'm a firefighter with
the Chicago Fire Department.

I have a strange question
for you.

- Yeah, who is it?

- Gary Pavone?
- What?

Oh, no.
No, no, no, no, no.

What the hell?

Hey, there is a very
simple explanation for this.

- Yeah, the simple explanation
is you're a scumbag.

- Hey, that is not fair.
- You're also a fraud.

Aviation engineer?

- Turns out you're just
a radio-control airplane nerd.

- Denver was a lie too.

Now I realize,

"Why would he travel 1,000
miles just to fleece someone?

"He probably spends
so much time in Chicago

because he lives here."

- How did you find me?

- There's only a handful
of RC hobby shops in town.

It didn't take long to canvass
them all with your photo.

Your regular shop,
Vinny's Planes-n-Trains,

they ID'd you right away.

- Dad?

- Hey, bud.
- Mom wants to know who's here.

- Listen, bud.
Go back inside, okay?

Okay?
Go.

- Unbelievable.

- Look, I'm gonna pay back
all that money--

- I almost sent my best friend
into a freezing lake

to save your ass.

No kidding
you'll give the money back.

And that's the least of it.

Sergeant, this is Matt Casey.

I need to speak
to Detective Halstead.

- Here you go.
It's on the house.

- On the house?
- Yeah.

- What's wrong, Herrmann?

- It turns out I can't put up
the money I promised you.

I thought I could
rearrange some stuff,

but it doesn't add up.

I'm sorry.
- Rearrange?

- We'll find a new space
for the bakery, you know?

Just as good.

- Wait, you're still
gonna help me?

- Yeah, of course.
I just don't have the funds--

- Oh, no, I don't care
about the money, Herrmann.

I just--I need
your support and advice.

I can always find
a cheaper space,

but from the way Brian talked,

I know I'll never find
a better mentor.

- Otis said that?
- Yeah.

- Jeez, huh.

Listen, Lily.

You are always gonna have
my support, okay?

And you are always,
and I mean always,

gonna be a part
of this 51 family, okay?

- Took me a little too long
to realize that,

but I think I finally get it.

- Good.
- Thanks, Herrmann.

- Nah.

- I'm looking forward to being
able to have a glass of wine

again with dinner someday.

- And I'm a rosé girl too.

- Of course.
- Mm-hmm.

- Well, there's a restaurant
near my apartment

that you would love,
maybe tomorrow night?

- Actually, I'm headed back
to Rockford in the morning.

- Oh, Scott must be anxious
to have you back.

- The reason
I'm headed back early...

Sylvie, I have some news
I wanted to share.

- Okay--

- For years, Scott has wanted
to move to Chicago.

His company has
an office in the city,

and he has
a bunch of friends here,

and I have always
rejected the idea.

I just--I didn't think
there was anything here for me.

But now,

well, now there's you.

- You're moving to Chicago?

- Yeah, that's what
we're thinking.

But don't worry.

We won't invade your space
or your life

in any way that you don't want.

- I'm not worried, Julie.

That sounds really nice.

- So, we got steaks,
mashed potatoes--

- With extra butter.
- Right.

- Mm-hmm.
- And broccoli.

- Broccoli florets.
Breaded and deep fried.

- Right.
- Yeah.

- Oh.
- Hey.

- You're back in time
for the trillion-calorie meal.

- Ah.
- Yeah.

- So was it the guy?
- Oh, it was the guy.

And his family of four.

- Ouch.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

- I feel for Lisa, you know?

She was just looking
to connect with someone.

- I've been there.

It's not always easy
to find your people.

- Nope.

- So, what can I do
to aid and abet this dinner?

- Uh, chop the florets.
- You got it.