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First chemo session
is on Thursday.

I've been going out of my
mind, just the stress of it.

You and Cindy need anything,
I'm here for you, brother.

My older brother, who shoved
me into a fire just for kicks,

is now asking for
my life savings.

Family like that
can be poison.

It's one of the
reasons to appreciate

having this 51 family.

This isn't my family,

and it's getting pretty damn
suffocating, to be honest.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[groans]

[exhales]

No. No, no.

[groans]

Hey, Kylie.
It's Carver.

I...

I'm not going
to make it in today.

I got the flu or something.

Thanks.

♪ ♪

I had chemo,
not knee surgery.

[chuckles]

I can still use my legs, Christopher.

I know. I know.
I know. I know.

It's just, you know,
I feel so helpless, you know,

watching you go through
all that.

You next to me is all I need.

You want anything
before I leave?

Here--juice, water?

Margarita?

I am pretty sure that
the doctor said no alcohol.

Also, it is 8 o'clock
in the morning.

I have cancer.
I get to do whatever I want.

I think you'll regret that
once the, uh, nausea hits.

Fine. Buzzkill.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You.

[smooches]

But I promise you,
I will get you everything

that you ask for
at the firehouse.

You better.

[taps counter]

I mean, he gave, what,
less than an hour's notice?

What do you do when your guys
call in sick like that?

Unless they're dying,
they don't.

Well, Carver better
be at death's door.

I know he was spinning out
after his brother's visit,

and I'm trying to cut him
some slack,

but now this?

Chief!

Any chance my floater
preferences got through?

You know the drill, Lieutenant.

Requests can only be put in the
day before the start of shift.

Girl can dream. Who we get?

Whoever's left.

So how'd it go
with the Tinder guy?

The super hot one,
not the architect.

We had fun.

Probably won't see him again, though.

Oh. Why? What happened?

Nothing really.
He just wasn't a match.

Are you sure?

Because I thought
I was sure with Dylan,

but then I started to miss him.

- Who's Dylan?
- Did you reach out to him?

Uh, well, I liked
one of his Instagram posts,

and he liked one of mine.

Hey, hey. What's up, 51?

Muncell. You're our floater.

I thought you transferred
over to O'Hare.

Oh, not yet, but my name's
still in the running.

- Keeping the faith.
- Must be competitive.

Only three calls a week.
Who wouldn't want that?

- [alarm blares]
- Engine 51.

Automatic alarm.
519 West Fullerton.

Dodged that one, right?

[dramatic music]

[sirens wailing]

Guy on your right.

♪ ♪

Engine 51 to Main.

Uh, we are on scene
at 519 West Fullerton,

checking on that
automatic alarm.

- Copy.
- Hey, this your place?

No, I'm next door,
but we heard

a loud bang a while ago
from inside,

like something went off.

- [knocking]
- Fire department!

Anybody in there?

Not showing smoke,
but I smell something.

Yeah, we got flames
in the back.

And a victim!

♪ ♪

- Let's go!
- 51 to Main.

I need an ambulance.

Let's go!

Copy, 51.
Ambo en route.

[metal clatters]

[extinguisher whooshing]

Hey!
Check her airway.

- It's clay.
- Yeah.

All right.
Ritter, hit these flames.

Copy that.

Engine 51 to Main,
uh, hold the ambo.

Copy, 51.

Calling all [indistinct].

Ambo back to the house.

Fire department!
Call out!

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Whatever happened to art
that was nice to look at, huh?

[chuckles]

Hey, Lieutenant?

Yeah.

You found the point
of ignition.

- Space heater.
- Yep.

[sniffs]
And paint thinner.

Fumes ignited, and--
[whooshes] Kaboom.

All right, um,
I'll finish this up.

Sweep the rest of
the building, please.

Yeah.

Fire department!

Call out!

[rattling]

Fire department.

Anybody there?

Hey, you folks all right?

Yeah,
heard a window breaking.

Yeah, that was us.
We announced ourselves.

Didn't you hear
the explosion up front?

We thought that was outside.

No, that was in the studio.

Did you leave
a space heater running?

Oh no, my ballerinas!

OK, come outside with me.

We'll get you checked out.

No, thanks.
I'm fine.

I'm glad to hear it,
but there's smoke

in the air and chemicals, and--

I'm fine. Promise.

Do I know you?

No, you don't.

Hey. Hey!

You can refuse treatment,

but I need you to sign
a release before you leave.

I'm not leaving
because I was never here.

You got that?

And if you tell anyone
otherwise, you'll regret it.

[engine rumbling]

[brakes squeaking]

Yo, catch a fire?

A tiny one.
Put it out with one hand.

But during my sweep,
it was the strangest thing.

I caught this couple
hiding in a closet,

you know,
like they'd been canoodling.

You've been hanging out
with Herrmann too long.

- "Canoodling"?
- Yeah.

And the guy,

he was real annoyed
I found them like that.

- Well.
- He said,

you tell anybody I was here,
you'll regret it.

Then he took off.

That's weird.

What's even weirder
is I feel like

I've seen his face before,
and it was almost like

he expected me
to recognize him.

What did Herrmann say
about it?

Didn't tell him.

It had nothing to do
with the fire,

which wasn't a big deal anyway.

Why drag people's
personal drama into it?

"You'll regret it."

That's right out
of a bad movie.

Yeah.
[scoffs]

- The wonders of Vietnam
are many.

Whether you want to explore
and take in new sights,

sounds, and flavors,
or simply relax and play...

- How do I get one of these?
- Have a heart attack.

- Vietnam is rapidly becoming
more popular among tourists

from all over the world.

How goes the ambulance life?

Great.

I only had one patient
puke on me last week.

[both chuckle]

Still got something against
green apples, huh?

Yeah.

That's quite the memory
you have.

Well, when it comes
to you, Violet,

I got a brain like an elephant.

I could never forget.

[soft music]

Wow. Um...

uh, I'm--I'm way behind
on inventory, and--

- Oh, jeez.
- So I better get out of here.

Yeah, go.
We'll catch up later.

[sighs]

- Hey.
- Hey.

Looking for me, hon?

Uh, actually, point me
to Lieutenant Severide.

Oh, uh, I think he's
out on a call or--

something I can pass along?

Yeah, would ya?

Somebody's been setting
small fires at Jackie's

apartment building,
the Prescott.

You--you know
my friend Jackie.

Anyway, the place
is kind of nice,

so the residents
all have sticks

up their sunshine spots.

They want to handle it internally,

but they're not equipped,
is what Jackie thinks.

I tend to agree.

So sure, the fires are small,
but we've got multiple floors.

We've got the smell of smoke

randomly popping up
throughout the building.

And OFI is backlogged,
so they said

they'd get to it
when they get to it.

Yeah, they're understaffed
and dealing with major blazes.

This needs an
actual investigation,

and I know Severide has
a real nose for this.

So tell him the
address is in here.

Jackie's phone number--
he needs anything,

she'll jump right on it.

- [sighs]
- What?

I just--
I think it would be beneficial

if I run point on this.

If you had seen me solve
the mystery of the broken couch

last year, let's just say
there would be no hesitation.

Baby, this is a friend
I'm doing a favor for.

I understand.

Are you sure
you're up for this?

I am sure.

OK then.

But you're--
you're going to run

all this stuff by Severide, right?

Hey, uh, Ritter,

Herrmann said you rescued
a little ballerina today.

- OK, here we go.
- Was she threatening you?

I heard you had to disarm her.

- Ha, ha.
- [chuckles]

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

- Hey, Mouch.
- Hey.

[soft dramatic music]

Do you know who this is?

Sure.
That's Don Ramsey.

Who's Don Ramsey?

Well, he used to be
a big shot at headquarters,

king of the pencil pushers.

Then he left the CFD
to go into politics.

He's a politician?

Crack open a newspaper
once in a while, Ritter.

Don Ramsey is your
city treasurer.

Oh, well, guess that's why
he looked so familiar.

♪ ♪

Leave a message.
I'll get back to you.

[beep]

Carver, it's Kidd.

Just, uh, I wanted to check in,
see how you're doing.

Text me when you get this.
Let me know you're still alive.

Don Ramsey, R-A-M-S-E-Y?

I guess so.

Is this the guy?

That is 1,000% the guy.

And let me guess.

That's not the woman
he was with.

- Not even close.
- [scoffs, laughs]

"As your treasurer,
I promise to serve you

with prudence, fortitude,
and integrity."

Sure thing, buddy.

Ritter, you found yourself
a pretty juicy scoop

on a big-time politico.

Well, that's his
personal business,

and I do not want
any part of it.

So let's just keep this
between you and me, all right?

Copy that.

Ixnay on Don Ramsey's
canoodling.

Gallo!
Drills on the apron. Move.

Copy.

[sighs]

Hey, Vi.

You got a towel in there?

Hey.
Um, yeah.

Lieutenant Kidd,
she's a real taskmaster.

I haven't drilled that hard
since the academy.

Oh, yeah.
Well, she's on a mission

to run the best fire company
in the CFD.

Got to go hard.

So listen, um,

you like going on walks or--

[pensive music]

Guess so. Yeah.

Awesome, awesome. Yeah.

Dinner and drinks are
so expensive these days,

you know?

So I--I was thinking,
maybe you and I could

take a stroll after shift,
get to know each other?

Oh.

I meant walks,
like, in general,

not right now, though, when
it's, like, 3 degrees outside.

Oh, well, we could
go to Water Tower Mall.

It's indoors.

Right. Uh...

OK, I'm--I'm sorry,
Muncell, but--

Oh, call me Paul.

OK, Paul.

The thing is, um,

I'm really not interested
in dating right now.

So thanks, but no.

All right.

Well, if you change your mind,
you know where to find me.

- On the couch.
- OK.

♪ ♪

[knocking]

Kylie said you wanted
to see me, Lieutenant?

Uh...

Um, that art studio called.

Doherty said that you
were talking to some guy.

He cut out the back?

Yeah.
He refused treatment.

We get a release signed?

Yeah, no.
I tried, but...

Eh, that's OK.

Did you get his name, at least?
I can drop it in the report.

Uh, he didn't give one,

just bolted out of there
before I could ask.

Eh.

All right,
minor incident like this,

I doubt that they'll ever
even follow up, so, um,

don't sweat it.

[chuckles]
Cool.

♪ ♪

I know he's not a
world-class communicator,

but nothing, not even a text?

I left him a voicemail yesterday,

and it's just been crickets.

What are you hoping to hear?

I don't know.

I guess I want him
to be really sick

so I don't have to worry about
him, if you know what I mean.

I do.

If you want to check on him,
you should,

and get to the bottom of it.

Yeah, I think I better,

no matter what the outcome.

This was
the most recent fire.

And there are
similar spots like this

on almost all the floors.

Hmm.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Interesting.
- What?

I don't want to say too much.

Of course.

Um, I'm going to do my thing.

I might talk to some of the
residents, if that'd be OK.

Absolutely.

I'm in 4F if you
need anything else.

Morning, sir.

I'm looking into
some recent fires.

Someone already came by
about that.

Yes.

OK then.

Are you a cop?

Uh, no, ma'am, I am not.

I'm very busy today
with my plants.

Oh, I sure hope
you catch him.

I've been nervous to leave
my apartment after dark now.

- I'll do my best, ma'am.
- Good luck.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

Oh.

Hello, sir.
I'm with the CFD.

You have a warrant
for that camera?

Well, no, but--

Illinois is a
two-party consent state.

You can't just put up surveillance

in a private building.

Let me guess.

Lawyer?

Let me guess.
You don't have a warrant.

I will respectfully withdraw.

Good.

[knocking]

[sighs]

Wow.

What are you doing here?

I came to check on you.

And clearly, you're not OK.

I'm good.
I--I just--

You know you left me
high and dry--

no notice, no call, no text.

I was sick.
I told Kylie.

Do not lie to me.

You are not sick.

[soft somber music]

♪ ♪

I know the visit from
your brother was rough,

but this isn't the way
to handle it.

I have given you
as much slack as I can,

but, Carver, I am out of rope.

If I can't trust you,
I can't work with you.

It's that simple.

You either show up next shift,

ready to be straight with me,

or you are done at 51.

♪ ♪

Making your
floater drink alone?

He said he was
meeting someone.

So what did Kidd have to
say about Carver's no-show?

Nothing.

I mean, she barely
left her office.

And when she did, it was
to run drills for two hours.

Mm.

You think he's in hot water?

What happened to,

"let truckies worry about truck
and focus on engine"?

I tell you and the boys that,
all right?

I'm the lieutenant.

I have to, you know, be in tune
with the whole house.

[door clicks]

Vi.

Over here.

Have a seat.

Uh, thanks, but, uh,

Brett and I are going
to get our own table.

- Oh.
- Girl talk 'n stuff, you know.

Well, she's not here yet,

and I can do girl talk
as good as anyone.

[sighs]

Muncell, I--I thought
I was pretty clear.

I'm not dating right now.

Psh, men, am I right?

Can't take no for an answer?

Girl talk.

- You good?
- Vodka on the rocks, please.

[sighs]

Muncell asked me out, again.

So, uh,
he's got a thing for you?

Look, if he asks again,
you can say we're together.

He'll back off for sure.

I don't think
he'll be trying again.

I was--I was pretty
harsh this time.

But thank you.

I--I actually do
appreciate that.

Mm.

Whoa.

You're back.

You disappointed?

Relieved.

You doing OK?

I'm back to 100%.

Glad to hear it.

Morning, Lieutenant.

Morning.

I want to run a Denver drill
after breakfast.

- North apron.
- We'll get it set up.

Great.

- Need a hand?
- Sure.

- Get up here.
- Whoo.

[chuckles]

You know Trudy thinks
you hung the moon, right?

You don't need to
prove anything to her.

She loves you.

I know that, but...

being married to Trudy
is like chasing a moving train.

You want to hitch a ride?

You got to run like hell
to keep up.

There's no getting complacent
with a woman like that.

I think I know what you mean.

Come on.
Let's solve this.

Uh...

They're all suspicious.

[wrench rattling]
[phone chimes]

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

How do you have
my phone number?

Thought we had an
understanding, Darren.

- What are you playing at?
- What?

You were supposed to keep
your mouth shut, so how is it

your lieutenant mentioned me
in his incident report?

"Unidentified adult male was
present but fled the scene."

Yeah, unidentified.

I never gave your name.

So what's your angle?

- My angle?
- Yeah, what are you after?

You think you got some
kind of leverage now?

You going to show the report
to the newspapers, to my wife?

Look, man, whatever happened
in that back room,

- I don't care.
- Nothing happened.

Again, I don't care.

[scoffs]

You know what I do
for a living,

so you know what
kind of reach I got.

Anyone ever finds out that
I was the unidentified man,

I will ruin you--
you, your lieutenant,

and this whole firehouse.

Do you understand?

♪ ♪

[car door slams,
engine turns over]

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Hey, Lieutenant,
do you mind if I head inside

for a couple minutes?

Yeah, Carver and I
can finish up.

Thanks.

[sighs]

I appreciate you coming by
the other day.

For what it's worth,

you would have had every right
to drop me on the spot,

so thank you for this chance.

♪ ♪

And I know earning your trust
back is going to mean more

than showing up on time
and working my ass off,

but I am ready to do
whatever it takes.

I want to be here.

Good.

But I do want to say, Lieutenant,

all--all due respect,

you know about my past
and my family.

I've been more honest with you

than almost anyone else
in my life.

And I hope that counts
for something.

It does.

That's why you're still here.

But honesty is not
a one-time thing.

Like I said,

it's the only way to work
together moving forward.

Absolutely.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Hey.
[shirt thunks]

What's going on?

Don Ramsey just
paid me a visit.

He's got my name,
my phone number,

a copy of the incident report.

Are you serious?

He's losing it,
totally paranoid,

terrified that I'm going
to out his affair.

- But you aren't.
- It doesn't matter.

He won't trust me.

And what happens if word
gets out some other way?

Somebody on the street could
have seen him coming or going.

He'll think
I'm the one who talked.

And he's threatening
the whole firehouse over this.

Damn.

I got to spill everything
to Herrmann.

If he ends up in
the crosshairs,

he deserves to know why.

This guy,
he thinks he's, like,

God's gift
to 12-and-under rec hockey.

"Uh, leave the skating
lessons to me."

Says he doesn't want Javi
to develop "bad habits."

Who the hell does this guy
think he is?

Skating is skating.
I'll teach my son if I want to.

I hate guys like that.

Think they know better
'cause they used

to play high school varsity.

[plate clatters]
Hey, you know what?

You know what you should do?

You should pull Javi out,
start your own team,

and whoop this guy's sorry ass.

You're damn right, I should.

Does anyone else feel like
Herrmann has been

more talkative recently?

Yeah, he keeps asking about
the possum by my house.

That thing's still
hanging around?

Well, I've been feeding it.

Yeah, usually Herrmann
is first to bail whenever

dating talk comes up,
but even last shift,

he asked me about
the breakup with Dylan.

You spring chickens won't
understand this for a while,

but when a man of our vintage
faces hard times,

he remembers that life
is really about family

and the people around you.

Herrmann's just trying
to invest in your lives,

show he cares.

Let him in.

[phone rings]
Oh.

Hey, babe.

OK.

Yep.
No, no, no problem.

We will be ready.

They're having a town hall
meeting at the Prescott

tomorrow at 11:00 sharp.

Trudy would like the case
wrapped up by then.

Let's get back to it.

- [knocking]
- Hey, Lieutenant.

- You got a second?
- Hey.

Uh, no, that won't work either.

She's got a chemo
appointment then.

I just want to make sure that--

I just want to make sure
that she can see

the oncologist before
her next, uh, dose.

Yeah.
Yeah, I can hold. Yeah.

Hey, Ritter.
What's up?

Don't worry about it.
You got your hands full.

You and Watson crack it yet?

Or is Mouch the Sherlock
in this situation?

We're getting there.

[chuckles]

- I saw Carver was in today.
- Mm-hmm.

He's got that box checked.

Attitude seems good, too.

But?

I don't know.

[alarm blares]

Truck 81, Ambulance 61,

person down,
198 West Saint Paul.

[sirens blaring]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Quick!
Before more of them come off!

It's over this way.

[snow blower whirring]
Over here.

Please!
Get me out of this thing!

Get me some ice
and a Ziploc bag.

[snow blower shuts off]

OK.

Hey, my name's Stella.

- What's your name?
- Theo.

Theo, we're going to
have your hand out of there

in no time.

I just need you to stay still
and breathe, OK?

All right.

[dramatic music]

Grinder, Sawzall, tool bag, go.

Copy.

Get it?

Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God!
- Hey, it's OK.

The doctors at Med will be
able to sew that back on,

- no problem.
- For real?

Oh, yeah.
Believe it or not,

they do it all the time.

Now, Theo, I have to ask,

why'd you stick your hand
in a snow blower?

I was waxing the chute.

It makes the snow
go out easier.

Oh, I'm impressed.
That's a pro move.

I can do more driveways
in less time that way.

Oh, you running a little
neighborhood operation?

Yeah, I'm saving up
for a PS5.

Lieutenant.

- Gallo, cut the auger axle.
- Yeah.

Carver, help him
hold it steady.

- You got it.
- Thanks.

Please, be careful!

Mouch.

Let's get that finger
on ice, huh?

Right this way.

Cutting.

- [blade grinding]
- [groans]

I think I'm too close.

Is something wrong?

It's all good.
We're almost there, Theo.

I've seen you make cuts
down to a millimeter.

You've got this.
You've got room.

All right.

[blade whirring]

[groans]

Got it.

Give me some space.

All right. OK.

Here we go, nice and easy.

[pained groaning]

There we go.

I know that looks scary,
but it's a really clean cut.

There's a good chance
the doctors will be able

to put that right back on.

You'll be right back
to "Call of Duty."

Here we go.

Almost there.

All right.

There you go.

Theo, honey,
it's going to be OK.

No more snow blowing.

A shovel was good enough
for your grandfather.

It is good enough for you.

You can ride with us, ma'am.

All right, let's pack it up!

Thank you.

[truck doors clicking]

Did you get a chance
to talk to Herrmann?

I couldn't do it.

He's got plenty
to worry about these days.

I can't dump this on him, too.

So what are you going to do?

I'm going to
handle it myself.

- Hey, guys.
- Hey.

Ugh.

I can't believe Engine
didn't catch a run today.

Hey, you guys had
an extrication?

Kid stuck his hand in a snow
blower, chopped off a finger.

Oh, nice.

You remember which one?

- I don't.
- Mm.

That's all right.
Thanks, anyway.

Hey, see you next shift.

Yeah.

See you then.

Before we get
into the agenda,

we have an update
regarding the recent wave

of fire-based vandalism.

You solved the case?

Actually--

The Prescott is a building
as old as Chicago.

Some might say it has
many tales to tell.

If these walls could talk, right?

Well, they can.

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

Refurbished in 1954 to install
central heating and air,

the building's floors
were connected

by a vast network
of air conditioning vents.

Now, what connects

these char spots?

Each one occurred
just outside a vent.

The smell of smoke randomly
throughout the building,

charred spots on the carpet

from sparks distributed
throughout--

it's almost as if someone

who doesn't like
all those flyers

ripped them off the board,
lit them on fire,

and dropped them

into her air conditioning vent.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I saw the evidence
in your apartment, ma'am.

There are too many flyers.
Everyone says so.

New rules and regulations
and new codes--

ooh, don't do this,
don't do that.

How could you?

No one wants
this many flyers.

We're going to need
your keys, Irene.

Fine, but you'll be
hearing from my lawyer.

Gladly.

[applause]

You are taking me home
right now.

Thank you.

I'm looking for Don Ramsey.

Do you have an appointment?

I don't need one.

[loudly] Just tell him
Darren Ritter is here.

That is not how it works.

Mr. Ramsey's schedule
is set weeks in advance.

Uh, that's OK, Jenny.

Come on in.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

What are you doing?
This is where I work.

Yeah, and the firehouse
is where I live.

Those people are my family.
You threatened my family.

- OK, just take it down a--
- Get this through your head.

I do not care what happens
in your private life.

I'm all about minding
my own business,

but you're going
to mind yours, too.

You got that?

Forget you ever met me,

'cause you make trouble
for my lieutenant

or my firehouse,

I don't care
if you're the president.

I'll come for you.

Say you understand.

♪ ♪

I understand.

♪ ♪

That's how I used to
study in English class,

reading the backs
of my eyelids.

It's like the words
are swimming on the page,

making me seasick.

Hey.

So...

Yeah.

Did you get what I asked for
at the firehouse?

Yeah.

I did.

Are you ready?

- Are you sure?
- Stop teasing me.

OK.
So get this, all right?

There's this floater
at the firehouse.

He keeps asking Violet out.

So Gallo, what does he do?

He offers to be
her fake boyfriend.

- No.
- Oh, yeah.

Oh, the two of them again.

That sounds like trouble.

You telling me.

So--oh,
things on the truck,

they still seem
a little tense,

but they caught
the best call today.

Somebody chopped their
finger off in a snow blower.

- Ew.
- Yeah.

- Gross.
- Yeah, it was a snow--

You--you don't have
to tell me everything.

OK, fine.

But listen, you are going
to want to hear this one,

all right?

Brett was dating
this guy, right?

And he was, like,
really handsome...

Well, have you
DMed Dylan yet?

I did, but he didn't respond.

Ugh.

You were the one that said
you wanted to keep it casual.

I know, but I messed up.

I think you might need
to make a stronger move

if you really want to see him
again, like a statement move.

Like what?

Gallo?

Well, I have the best news.

My transfer went through.

I ship out to O'Hare next week.

"Ship out"?

It's a hell of
a commute, yeah.

So I just wanted to swing by,
say my goodbyes.

Yeah, you probably
won't see much of me.

I hear the airport brothers
really fly together,

so this is your last chance

to buy your favorite floater
a drink.

Yeah.
Uh, congrats!

Let's get a beer.

Um, what just happened?

Um, it was--
it was just, um--

well, Muncell has been
asking me out, so it was--

it was just, um, a thing.

Yeah.
[door clicks]

Club soda.

I'm not your mom.

I'm not going to
police your drinking.

I know you're not.

She'd probably
pour me a double.

Mm.

I appreciate the way you had
Gallo's back on that call.

It meant a lot.
I could tell.

He'd do the same for me.

Any of you guys would.

I said some things
a couple of shifts ago about

not wanting to get
too close to the 51 gang,

that I thought
it was suffocating.

Oh, I remember.

It wasn't true,
and I am sorry I said it.

[pensive music]

I want to be at 51.

♪ ♪

I need this family.

Glad you're here, Carver.

♪ ♪

Hey.

I got your message
about Van Meter.

What's going on?

Wow.

What are you going to do?

[wolf howls]