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- Patterson, the warpath you're
on against Severide...

is this Riddle's bidding?

- My loyalty's to the job.

- When I change the way
Boden's doing things,

I want to make sure
that you're ready to step up.

- Yes, Chief, I am.

- The nature
of your relationship

with Ms. Holmes,
run it by me again.

- She rented the apartment
next door.

She asked for my assistance.
- Thank you.

- Or you kicked down her door,
figured you teach her a lesson.

- Just can't figure out
why she's doing this.

- Maybe it's someone
who's got some kind of gain

if you go down.
- Such as?

- Chief Riddle.
- If you're behind this,

I swear I will find out--
- Excuse me?

What are you talking about?
- You are setting me up.

hhumming]

[baby whimpering]
- Shh, shh, shh.

- Is it his earache still?

- Mm-hmm.

Doctor said he should start
feeling better by tomorrow.

Hi.
Hi, what you doing?

Hi.

Is that Serena?

Don't--

don't do it, Wallace.

- That woman
is trying to ruin me,

and I'm gonna
find out why.

- No, you wait here.

I'll find out.

There's no restraining order
against me.

You got nerve.

- I just came to pick up
my stuff.

I'm not looking
for trouble.

- Honey, you are trouble.

Why are you spreading lies
about my husband, huh?

He is a good man.

- He beat me up.

- You know
that is not true.

Serena.

Serena, is somebody
paying you to do this?

Please, just tell us
who it is.

- Just get out of my way
and let me go.

- Serena, let's go.

[dramatic tones]

- Donna.

Donna.

- There was somebody
in there with her.

- Okay, okay.
Calm down, calm down.

- What's going on?

Sorry about
the disturbance, okay?

Okay?
- Mm-hmm.

- I'm sorry.

¶ ¶

- Jimmy.

- Hey, Sylvie.
- Have you seen Chili?

- Not yet.
What's wrong?

- She's not here,
and she's not responding

to any of my texts.

She's really late,
and she's never late.

Why isn't she answering?

- Voicemail.

I'm sure she'll be here.

Yo, Chili, it's Jimmy.
Where are you?

- Did he really
say those exact words?

"I'll have Boden's head
on a stick"?

- I don't know.
I'm getting this third-hand,

but think about it.

Riddle tells Boden
to stay away from the gal,

and not only
does Boden show up,

he accuses Riddle
of framing him for assault.

- You okay, Daws?

- Captain, hey, uh...

is it true that
Riddle's all bent out of shape

over what Boden
said to him?

- Wouldn't you be?

A paranoid accusation
like that?

- Yeah, it was my
paranoid accusation.

I'm the one who got Boden
all wound up about Riddle.

- It's not
the end of the world.

I explained
Boden's state of mind,

and I calmed Riddle down
for now.

- You were just
trying to help.

Don't beat yourself
up about that.

- It's better to do nothing
than to make things worse.

- Hey, he's our chief.

We're not leaving him
to deal with this on his own.

- It's not your problem.

Just do your jobs,
got it?

[dramatic music]

- Got it, Chief.

¶ ¶

- Dawson, I have a problem.

Chili hasn't shown up
for shift.

- Well, she definitely chose
the wrong day to cross Boden.

- I know.

- Okay, get the off-going PIC
to put you out of service

so that Chili isn't AWOL--
- Okay.

And you better do it before--
[siren]

A call comes in.

- Truck 81, Ambo 61,
Vehicle accident

Sacramento and Ohio

- Great.

- Chili, what the hell?
- I overslept.

What, it happens.

[sirens wailing]
Relax, it all worked out.

[sirens wailing]

¶ ¶

- Just one in the car.
His leg's trapped.

- Any injuries in the RV?
- Nobody in the RV.

I was tagging it for impound
when this guy comes along and--

wham.
Lucky he didn't hit me.

- 51, drop a line.

81, grab extinguishes.

This could flash on us.

Hey, what's your name?
- Austin.

- Okay, Austin,
we're gonna get you out of there

as quick as we can.

Herrmann, get this door open.
- Copy, lieutenant.

¶ ¶

- How's he doing?
- He's alert.

Laceration to the face.

Looks like he's pinned.

How is it you managed

to crash
into a parked vehicle?

- I looked down at the radio
to change the station.

It was an emergency.
They were playing Justin Bieber.

- Say no more.

- I knew you'd understand.

Your eyes are incredible,
by the way.

- I think you must've
hit your head.

- Lock down those flames, 51.

Dawson--
- Yes, Chief?

- Cover the victim.
Mouch, Jimmy,

get another line ready
just in case that cab engulfs.

¶ ¶

- All right, here.

Herrmann, need a backboard.
- Got it.

¶ ¶

- Got you, man.

¶ ¶

- Grab him!
- All right!

- All right,
easy, easy, easy.

- Get out of here, Otis.
It's gonna go!

- Go!

¶ ¶

- Fire got in the RV.
Anyone inside?

- It's abandoned, Chief.
- Did you verify that?

- Herrmann, let's get on it.

¶ ¶

- I think there's somebody
inside, a kid or something.

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

- Mask up, Herrmann.

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

- I better call
for a second ambulance.

Go check it out.

- All right, I'll get
the intubation kit started.

Who leaves their child
unattended in an RV?

[breathing through respirator]

- Hit it, Mouch.

¶ ¶

What do we got?

- I think it's a--
a robot.

- What?

- Oh, sweet fancy Moses.

[laughing]
- A robot.

- Well, I didn't know
what it was.

- That's the biggest turtle
I've ever seen.

- It's not a turtle.
It's a--it's a tortoise.

Must be somebody's pet.

I'm gonna go back
to the human victim now.

[radio chatter]

- Okay, officer,
he's all yours.

- I'm not touching that thing.
Get diseases.

- Aren't you gonna contact
the owner of the RV?

- They want their RV
or what's left of it,

they can find it
at the impound lot.

- Shouldn't you call
animal control

about the turtle--
or tortoise?

- Toss it in the lake.
What do I care?

- We're not gonna toss it
in the lake.

- Just take care
of the damn thing.

¶ ¶

- You heard the man.

¶ ¶

[truck beeping]

- One of these days,
you'll get it right, Otis.

I am confident.

- Come on,
it's not that crooked.

- Yo, candidate,

can't you tell the difference
between the squad table

and a bike rack?

- Yeah, yeah, sorry about that.
My car's in the shop.

- Can't you lock it up?

I swear,
you truck guys think

you can bring whatever you want
into this house.

[dramatic music]

[dog whines and barks]

- Okay, okay,
the Animal Control facility

says that they're
over capacity,

so they can't take
the little guy right now.

- Little--

that thing better be out of here
by the end of shift,

or I'm selling it
to a Chinese restaurant.

- Mouch, call Trudy and see
if PD can pull the registration

off the camper and track
down the owner.

- Hey, Freddie,
check it out.

- Whoa, that thing real?

- Yeah, we pulled it
out of a fire.

- Herrmann thought
he was rescuing a robot.

- Yeah, uh, could you
elaborate on that?

Did you think it was,
like, R2-D2 or something?

- No, I-I thought
it was a vacuum cleaner,

you know, like a Roomba.
Whatever, get off my back.

- Chili, can I see you a minute?

¶ ¶

Um, that's strike one.

- I'm sorry.
I don't--what's strike one?

- You were late to shift.

- Yes, that--
like five minutes.

- 25 minutes.
I can tell time.

- You're right.

I'm sorry.

There was just construction
on my street,

and I was parked behind
this big steamroller thing.

- Chili!

That's strike one.

[tense music]

¶ ¶

- Chief, there's
a Steve Kot

from the State's
Attorney's Office to see you.

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

- Chief Boden--
- Hey.

Assistant State's Attorney
Steve Kot.

I'm handling
the Roger Maddox arson case.

- Oh, I thought you were here
for something else.

- The aggravated battery charges
pending against you?

- There you go.
- Yeah, I'm here about both.

The latter could compromise
your ability to testify

in the former.

- What do you want
me to testify for?

You need Gabriela Dawson.

She's the arson investigator

who first linked Maddox
to the fires.

- We'll put Miss Dawson
on the stand absolutely,

but remember
who we're dealing with here.

Maddox is
a take-no-prisoners type.

He employs
an army of lawyers

to help him kick old ladies
out of their homes,

but you're a decorated
battalion chief in the CFD.

You're a voice of authority.

You can gain the trust
of the jury

and help us frame this case
in plain language,

but only if you dispel
these accusations against you.

- Those accusations
are unrelated

and invented
from whole cloth.

- Doesn't matter.
If you don't clear them up

before the Maddox case
goes to trial,

you're worthless to us
as a witness.

- Does Maddox know
that I'm supposed to testify?

- I assume so.

I'm required to disclose
the witness list to his lawyers.

¶ ¶

[knock on door]

- Sorry, Chief, it's Donna.
She says it's an emergency.

- Donna?
- Wallace...

you better get home
right now.

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

- Wallace.
- This is insanity.

You okay?
- No, I'm fine,

but--but you need
to talk to Wheeler.

Tell him Serena got into a car
with some man.

He won't listen to me.
- Okay, okay.

Wheeler, you don't need
to do this.

- I asked the prosecutor
and a judge

to sign this search warrant,
so I'm definitely doing this.

- Listen to me,
Roger Maddox is setting me up.

- Who?
- Roger Maddox.

He's charged with arson.

I'm supposed
to be testifying against him.

This is nothing more
than an attempt to discredit me.

- Chief, when were you gonna
tell me that you got into

a confrontation
with Serena Holmes

early this morning?

- Wheeler, you're not
hearing me.

- I need to know
what happened with Serena.

- My wife and her--
she exchanged words.

She drove away.
That's all.

- Is it?
- Yeah.

- Because now she's MIA.

- She's missing.
- That's right.

My witness has vanished.

You and your wife are
the last people seen with her,

so step aside.

Let's go.

[dramatic music]

- Unbelievable.
- I guess if Maddox is willing

to torch a building
to close a deal,

he'd have no qualms about hiring
someone to set you up.

- Is this Wheeler guy
gonna follow up on it?

- I have to bring him something
more than just my suspicion.

I need to find a hard link
between Serena and Maddox.

- I'll call Antonio
and see if he can do

anymore digging for you.
- I'll talk to Riddle.

If you're being targeted
over an arson investigation,

CFD needs
to have your back.

- I should reach out to Jaime.

- That's your lawyer friend
who went to go work for Maddox?

- If she could shed any light
on this--

- I didn't bring you all here
hoping that you

would solve this mess for me.

- Of course not, Chief,
but we're gonna do all we can.

- Thanks.

- It's a silly policy,

and you can tell your supervisor
I said so.

RV is registered
to a rental company in Denver.

They won't tell me
who rented it--

sensitive customer information.

- Let's name him Leonardo.

[dog growls and whines]

- I don't know much
about reptiles,

but something
seems wrong with him.

- Guys, Boden said to take care
of that thing.

If it dies on our watch--

- I got food for the big boy.

- But the tortoise
is acting super sluggish.

- Well, anybody give him water?
He could be dehydrated.

[mellow music]

Okay, I'll get it some water.

- Dehydrated, okay,
that's not so bad.

We'll get him some lemonade.

- What's happening, Freddie?

- Oh, yo, what up?

- Cruz.

- Hey, buddy,
you thirsty, hmm?

I appreciate what you're doing
for Freddie,

the example you're setting,

but he's making himself a little
too at home around here.

- I'll talk to him.
No problem.

- We need some ground rules:

shorter visits
only when you're here,

only if he doesn't get
in the way,

and at some point,

little bird's
got to leave the nest.

- But the other day,
you said he was welcome.

- I did, and now I'm saying
we need ground rules.

- Sure, got it.

- Yup, okay, sure.
- Thank you.

- I'll have Denise
send it all over.

Yup, thanks, Elliot.

Well...

you like to surprise a girl,
don't you?

Still mad, huh?

Please, sit.

Carrying around a grudge
that big must be exhausting.

- This won't take long.
- Kelly...

It's good to see you.

Did you get
your rank reinstated?

- Not yet, I will.

- My big promotion--
making partner,

they had to do it
after I landed Maddox,

but they don't give me
any more responsibility

or show me much respect, so
it's pretty insulting actually.

- So why do you stay?
- The money.

- I need your help.
- Name it.

- My battalion chief
is in legal trouble,

some woman
accusing him of assault.

It's obviously a set-up,

and we're pretty sure
that Maddox is behind it.

Her name is Serena Holmes.

I need to find out
if Maddox is paying her off.

- I don't know anything
about it.

I honestly don't.
- But you can find out.

- Kelly, you are asking me to
dig up and disclose

personal information
on my client.

That is a serious breach
of ethics.

I can't do it.

I'm sorry.

- You know, it's funny.

You'll do
whatever it takes to get ahead.

Someone else
asks for a hand,

suddenly you're
all about ethics.

Hell of a life
you've made for yourself.

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

- Hey, can I get
a female perspective

on something?

- Mm-hmm.

- Okay, when a girl
says, "I had a fun time.

We should do it again,"
does that mean

that she had a fun time
and she wants to do it again,

or does that mean
that she had an average time

and really couldn't care less if
she ever saw your face again?

- One more time.

- Brett, night of the gala:

"I had a fun time.
We should do it again."

What am I
supposed to do with that?

- Okay, did you
have a fun time?

Do you think
you should do it again?

- Yeah.
- Then ask her out again

and stop being a dope.

- Hey, guys,
the tortoise is getting away.

- Mouch, you--
you gonna stop it?

- What's the rush?

- Okay, guys,
this is getting old.

Let's just clear a spot
out on the apparatus floor,

and we'll rig up
an enclosure for him.

Come on.
Before he gets away.

- Ugh.

[mellow tones]

¶ ¶

Over here.
Looks like a good spot.

- How'd it go with Boden?

[muffled music from headphones]

- Hey, Brett,
I wanted to ask you something.

- There she is.

It's the miracle worker
with the big, blue eyes.

- Oh, my God,
I love Gerber daisies.

- I had a feeling.

- Wow, really?
How--how did you--

I said something
to my partner about it

when we wheeled you
past the hospital flower shop.

- You got me.

- Um, Austin, right?
- Yeah.

- How's--how's your leg?

- Oh, they did an MRI.
Just a muscle tear.

It's no biggie.

I just wanted to thank you
for taking such good care of me.

- Did you bring flowers
for my lieutenant?

'Cause he's the one that
pulled you out of a burning car.

[alert beeps]

- Ambulance 61,
person collapsed.

Sacrament and Walnut.
- I got to go.

Thank you for the flowers.

- I never got your name.

- Oh, um, Sylvie.

- Sylvie, I would be
over the moon

if you let me
buy you lunch sometime.

- Uh.

[engine turns over]

[siren wailing]

- Jackass.

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

- I came in to do clean up--
found him in the corn.

¶ ¶

He's dead, isn't he?

- Blood pressure's low.
- Body temp is really low too.

He must've been
lying here for hours.

- Maybe he has some medical ID
in his wallet.

No wallet.
- Well, he's probably homeless.

They come in here
and steal our food.

- Pupils are equal.

I don't see any sign
of head trauma.

- All right,
I'm gonna bolus him,

get his pressure up.
Hopefully he comes to.

- Whoa, blood sugar's
only 20.

- All right, amp a D50.
That'll help him come around.

[dramatic music]

- It's up to 120.

- Bolus isn't
working either.

Pressure's still low.

Let's get him on the backboard
and trauma him to Med.

¶ ¶

- When mystery man wakes up,
tell him he ruined our corn bin.

- Yeah,
we'll be sure to do that.

- Not your typical John Doe.

¶ ¶

Hey, Jimmy said Boden
pulled you aside this morning.

Everything go okay?

- It was nothing.

What's up with hot victim
and the daisies?

He ask you out?
- He gave me his card.

I mean,
he's definitely cute.

- Very...you gonna call him?

- I don't know.
Does he seem too smooth to you?

Like he's
kind of a player?

- Brett,
you looking to get married?

Player's what you need.

- All I'm saying is,

we collectively assumed
responsibility for this animal,

but somehow I'm the one who had
to take him home between shifts.

- Mouch, would you shush.
Relax.

- Now Trudy won't
spend the night at my place.

She says it smells like turtle.
- Yeah?

- Help you guys?

- Uh, yeah, we're here
about that burned-out RV

you got over there.
- You the owner?

- No, we're trying to locate
the driver who abandoned it.

We're hoping you can
let us poke around inside

for any personal affects
he may have left behind.

- You don't own the thing,

but you want me to let
you root around inside.

- Yeah.

[radio chatter]

- $3?

- Hey, pal,
we're the firefighters

who put out that fire.

We have some property
that belongs to the driver,

and we just want
to give it back to him.

- I think
I can help you out.

Guy left his wallet
in the console.

- Who abandons a camper
in such a hurry

that they leave
behind a wallet?

- Here you go.

- Thanks.

I supposed it was empty
when you found it.

- No, I took all the cash.
- Okay.

[knocking]

- Can I come in?

- Hey, uh, yeah, sure.

[chuckles]

It's my maid's day off.

But she stopped by
for a drink.

- Well, hopefully you
didn't have to pay her for that.

- You must've been
missing me pretty bad

to swing by
out of the blue.

- Yeah, but that's not
the only reason I'm here.

Last shift,
it seemed like maybe

something was going on
with you.

Everything okay?
- Mm-hmm.

Everything is fine.

- Chili, I know
that we're keeping it casual,

but I care about you.

- That's really sweet,

but I'm fine.

I swear.

[romantic music]

¶ ¶

Oh, you're really gonna
fight me on this?

¶ ¶

- I never heard
what happened with Jaime.

You get a hold of her?

- Yeah.

- Dead end?

- She stonewalled me for sure,

but when I said Serena's name,
she definitely reacted.

- Like she knows about it?

- Like she knows something,
but I can't pry it out of her.

She's a professional
at that game.

Just need to play right.

You should see her up there
in her corner office.

All she had to do
was find an inside angle,

and I bet she got a kick
out of it

when I told her
I hadn't gotten my rank back.

- You think so?

- I don't know.

- See, I always got
the impression

that girl really liked you.

- [sniffling]

- Donna.

- Yeah.

- What is it?

- Nothing, I'm fine.

- The hell you are.

Donna, come on.

- All the police activity
and, you know,

the fight with Serena
in the middle of the night.

Some of the neighbors--

they canceled the mom's group
that I joined, and, you know,

the looks that they
are giving me--it's--

- Which neighbors?
Who's treating you like that?

- You can't blame them,

considering everything
that they have heard.

- Okay, Donna.

[dramatic tones]

¶ ¶

Don't worry about them.

The truth is gonna
come out, okay?

- I hope you're right.

I don't know
how much longer I can do this.

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

- Excuse me!

- Hey!

It ends now.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Maddox.

He just barged in.
- What do you want?

- This whole business
with Serena Holmes, it ends now.

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

- Cheryl, call security.

- What kind of man
are you, Maddox?

Houses burn.
People die.

You are destroying families!

All so
you can turn a profit?

- What's the matter,
Chief, trouble at home?

- You have messed
with the wrong man.

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

- You did what?

- I had to do something.

I'm glad I did,

because after looking in
that man's eye, I swear to God,

there was no doubt
in my mind Maddox was behind it.

- Chief, you got to stop making
things worse for yourself.

- What is your buddy Wheeler
doing about all this anyway?

Apart from digging
through my drawers.

- He's looking for Serena,
who still hasn't turned up.

- But is it obvious
what's going on?

Serena knew that Boden
was on to her, so she ran off.

- Wheeler's doing
what any good cop would do.

I mean, if I'm handling a case
and my witness goes missing,

I'm taking a hard look
at the person

who benefits most
from her disappearance,

and that's you,
my friend.

[dramatic tones]

¶ ¶

Best advice I could give,
Chief,

you got to keep it together,
whatever it takes.

- I'm keeping it together.

- Antonio says you
won't get far on Maddox.

He has to let Wheeler's
investigation play out.

You talk to Severide?

- Jaime's a dead end too.

- Maddox can't get away
with this, can he?

¶ ¶

- The driver of the RV

and presumably the owner
of our little friend

is one Jeremy Green
of Denver, Colorado.

- Well done.

Did you track him down?

- We're trying.

We found a number in Denver.

We left some messages.

Apparently he's not checking
his voice mail

when he's on the road.

- There's no other contact
information in there?

Hey, Chili,
is this our John Doe?

- Oh, yeah.

- We picked him
up the other day.

He was unconscious,
diabetic shock.

He didn't have an ID on him.

- You know,
that garden was only, like,

1/4 mile away
from the RV.

He probably felt his blood sugar
getting low, and he pulled over.

- Got disoriented
and wandered off.

That's how he ended up
napping in the corn.

- We should call Med.

[breathing heavily]

- Hey, Chief.

Chief.

Just wanted to let you know
I talked to Riddle,

told him it's possible
Roger Maddox

is behind all of this.

- Appreciate you going
to bat for me, Patterson,

but to be honest,
at this moment in time,

I don't much care
about what Riddle says or does.

- Understandable.

Listen--

if you need to step away
from your duties for a while,

take some furlough time
to deal with the situation.

- I have an obligation
to be here.

- I'm saying if you feel
you can't fully

meet that obligation,
I'm happy to watch over

the house in your absence.

I'm sure Riddle
would be okay with that.

- You had that conversation
with him?

- Like I said,
I-I went to bat for you.

- And offered
to do my job for me.

Patterson, you're very good
at playing both sides.

Sooner or later,

you're gonna need to make
a stand for what's right.

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

- Um, okay, well,
thanks for the update.

Jeremy Green is still
in the hospital.

They found a brain bleed he
probably sustained in the fall,

and they're keeping him sedated
and intubated until it clears.

- Do they think
he'll make it?

- Should we try
animal control again?

- We are not putting Leonardo
in a shelter.

- Oh.
[siren rings]

- Truck 81, Squad 3,
Ambo 61, person trapped.

1390 West Randolph.

[sirens wailing]

[dramatic music]

[overlapping voices shouting]

- Where's the victim?
- Get this.

lady's taking a shower
inside the women's locker room.

She looks up at the ceiling.

There's this dude staring at her
from inside the heating vent.

- The guy's inside the duct?

- Yeah, can you pull him out
for us?

- Yeah.

We got a Peeping Tom
trapped inside the air duct.

- For real?
- Yeah.

- There's been a handful
of sexual assaults reported here

over the last couple of weeks.

Sounds like
this is our guy.

- How'd he gain access
to the HVAC system?

- Mechanical closet in the back,
but I got a man posted there.

He hasn't come out that way.

Garcia, you got a bead
on this guy?

- Backed himself
out of ladies' shower.

I'm not sure
where he's gone to now.

[dull metal banging]
- Shh.

- Over here.

- Get the thermal camera.

- Herrmann, eight-foot ladder
and tools.

- Fire Department,

call out so we can help
get you out of there.

- This way.

[dramatic music]

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- Ugh.
Oh, God.

- What happened up there?

Are you hurt?

- Think he's right here.

- Nope, he's right there.

- I'm caught on something.

It hurts like a bitch.

- Hang in there.
We'll get you out.

Yup, think you got snagged
on a screw.

Think we need
to cut into the duct.

- Severide, belay
that thermal camera.

Get the sawzall.
- Copy that.

- Please, help.

- Hold on.

All right,
I'm gonna back the screw out.

- Damn it.
- Almost done.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
stop moving!

- Son of a bitch,
he's trying to get away.

- It's going!

- Casey!
Matt, you okay?

- Herrmann, grab him!

- He's back in the ducts.

- I think he made it
to a roof vent.

Suspect might be on the roof.
Keep an eye out.

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- Hey, pal, where you going?

[suspenseful music]

- Hold it,
come here.

[man groaning, moaning]

[cheers and applause]

- Ugh.

[dramatic music]

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[truck beeping]

- Come on, Otis,
straighten it out.

- It's fine.
- Whoa, Otis, stop!

- Uh-no.

- Ugh, uh-oh.
- Leonardo.

I can't look.

- Where is it?

- I put him in there.
I know I did.

- It must've escaped.
- Oh, thank God.

- Otis, Otis.

You--you need
to get your eyes checked.

We'd be better off letting
the candidate drive the truck.

- I'd love to.
I've got my CDL.

- Forget it.

We're not letting
the candidate drive the truck.

- Guys, where is
the tortoise?

- You know, it's really too cold
for him out here.

Maybe it went
inside seeking warmth.

- Ah!

- Hey, everybody,

this is Debbie Green
and her son Zack.

- Hi, yeah, you rescued
my husband Jeremy.

- Yeah, the paramedics
found him.

- We had no idea
he was coming to town.

I took a job here in Chicago
and brought Zack with me,

but Jeremy
stayed behind in Denver.

- With my tortoise.

- We think that he was
driving out to surprise us.

- Um, how is he doing?

- We just came
from the hospital.

He's still sedated,
but they seem hopeful.

- That's good to hear.

- We found him!

- Donatello!

- I guess we had
the wrong Ninja Turtle.

- There you go.

- I'm gonna miss that thing.
He's very likable.

- Yeah.

[sentimental music]

¶ ¶

[indistinct chatter]

- Oh, your former John Doe

is conscious
and talking to his family.

- That's great.

Thanks for the update, Sarah.

- Did that earn me a free drink?

- When tortoises fly, kid.

She thinks I'm kidding.

- Know what's crazy?

We've never been away
on a weekend together.

- That is crazy.

Where you thinking?

- Maybe I'll surprise you.

Chief.

- Uh, Donna went out
with some girlfriends.

Figured I'd best stay busy.

- Get you a beer?

- Appreciate that.

- Congratulations.

That kind of recognition
is a big deal.

- Yeah.

Commands real respect
around here.

- Well, it'll carry weight
with Chief Riddle.

Might be a good time
to talk to him

about having
your rank reassessed.

I'd write
a recommendation in support.

What?

[ominous music]

- Look, come on,
let's talk about chess.

- Wallace Boden,
you're under arrest.

Turn around,
put your hands on the bar.

- What?

[dramatic music]

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- Under arrest for what?

- This will be the last time
I give this order.

Turn around,
put your hands on that bar.

¶ ¶

- Why am I under arrest?

- You guys out of your minds?

- Herrmann, Mouch, call Donna.

Tell her to call my attorney.

- We'll figure it out, Chief.

- We got your back.

- Look at me, Chief, 'cause this
is my favorite part of the job.

- You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be used

against you
in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot afford
an attorney,

one will be provided for you.

Do you understand these rights
that I've read to you?

Keeping these rights in mind,

do you wish to speak to me?

¶ ¶