All language subtitles for Chicago.Fire.S07E17.WEBRip.x264-ION10

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- Tell me what happened, man.

- The gun jammed.

It's the only reason
I'm alive right now.

- It didn't go off, man,
because it's not your time.

- It can't be that simple.

- It's Casey.

He had a really bad call
this morning.

- Well, I won't pretend
I understand

what it feels like
to be shot at.

- Then how did you know
I--I was shot at?

- Brett mentioned it
to me yesterday.

- I think it's a bad idea,
dwelling on things.

I'm here to counsel
rescue workers.

By dating a colleague,

there's no inherent sense
of trust.

I can't see you anymore.

- [sobs]

♪

[beep]

[groans]

[knocking on door]

- Good morning!

- You know what this is,
Brett?

This is your social calendar
for the rest of the week.

- [groans]
- Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!

Tomorrow night, Top Golf!

- Friday is
Prime and Provisions.

- Saturday Shift.
- Mm-hmm.

- But Sunday, well,
Molly's of course,

but after that, there is a
"My Neighbor Totoro" screening

at the Siskel.

Now. Huh.

- You guys really don't
have to do this.

- Nah, ah, ah, ah!
You have no say.

You are our roomdog

and you are stuck with us
for the rest of the week.

- Now get up, get dressed,
and get in the car

'cause we are getting pancakes
at the Palace before shift!

- Palace pancakes! Whoo!

- Fine. Thank you.

- [laughs]

[soft music]

♪

[chuckles]

- Okay, let's see.

Kidd, Zvonacek, Capp, Cruz,

your CPR certification is up.

Get me renewal cards
in the next two weeks

or you and I will have words.

[all clamoring]

Get it done.

Okay, let's get out there and--

- Hey!
- Yes, Lieutenant Herrmann.

- Okay, uh, thank you.

Um, so as some of you know,

Cindy gave up her career
when we got married

and started a family
16 years ago.

- What was her career?
- Uh, interior design.

- Really?

- Really really.

Now that our youngest is
in kindergarten,

um, she has decided she wanted
to start it back up.

So she has generously
offered to, uh...

redesign the common room.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

[all clamoring]

- I'm sorry, that's just--
- Now--now listen!

You just--just--don't dig in,
be open to change,

and let's just--let's just
help her out, all right?

- You're the most un-open
to change person

in the entire CFD!

- Engine 51, Truck 81,
Squad 3...

- Okay, let's go, let's go,
let's go!

- Apartment Fire,
483 West Armitage.

[siren wails]

[suspenseful music]

- All right, looks like
this one's cooking.

We're going to work, boys.

- Hydrant's blocked,
Lieutenant.

♪

- Ah!

All right, hey.
Let's park over there.

We'll tie it into
that hydrant.

We're going to have to hose
across the street.

♪

- Looks like we got 20
to 24 units.

Fire's concentrated
in the back.

- We'll take the fire floor.

- Kidd, go with squad.
We'll clear below.

- Hey!

What was that?
Sorry, I was parking.

- Follow us in.

- Hey, Ritter!
You're with truck!

Clarence, grab another
inch and 3/4 line.

We'll support squad.
- Copy that.

- Copy, Lieutenant.

♪

[tires squeal]

- Hey!

[thud]

- Hey, man, you okay?
- Hey, come on.

- The hell, Herrmann?

Dragging lines
across the street?

- Nah, Captain, the hydrant
was blocked so we just--

- You just put this rescue
in jeopardy!

♪

.

- Ritter, you okay?

- It's my shoulder.
- Get it checked out.

We still need a line
in this fire!

- All right.

Clarence, Jesse, get
the slack out of this line.

Let's go. Hey, listen.

This is on me.
Go get yourself checked.

Go. You too, cover the left.
Let's get some water on it.

- Fire department, call out!

- Go, go, go, go!

- Fire department!

- Fire department, call out!

♪

Call out!

- [coughing]

[hissing]

- Ma'am! You okay?

- I left my soldering iron on.

I went to wash my
paint brushes.

Everything went up so fast.
- Is anyone else here?

- No, it's just me,
but the neighbors!

- We'll get them!
Just stay down!

♪

[crash]

♪

- Fire department, call out!

[hissing]

♪

- Kidd, let's go!

Engine's gonna hit
the fire.

- Copy.

♪

[grunts]

[clattering]

[thud]

♪

- Hey! Hey, what the hell
are you doing?

- I don't--
- Let's go!

- All right!
- Move it!

♪

- Take care.
- Thank you so much.

- [sighs]

Lady had a real arts and crafts
fest going on in her apartment.

Left the soldering iron
burning near paint cans.

♪

[somber music]

- [coughing]

♪

Fire's knocked out, Chief.

- You know what a good engine
lieutenant does, Herrmann?

He doesn't add to the incident.

Ritter's on his way
to Med right now

because of where you parked.

Who knows when he'll be back?

- Okay, Truck 87, Engine 90.
You're up on overhaul.

- Copy that, chief.

- Chief, I got to get back
in there.

I got to--
- Kidd, you heard him.

Pack the rigs!
Follow orders!

♪

- There she is.

- Cindy!
- Hey, Cindy.

- [sighs]
- Hey, fellas.

- Hey, honey.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing, it--
it's just, um...

maybe it's not such
a good day to do this whole

interior design rigamarole.

- Oh.

Yeah, no. I understand.

- Y-you know what? No.

We wait for the ideal time
at a firehouse,

we're gonna be waiting
all year.

So forget what I said,
all right?

You go ahead

and you do what you came here
to do.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- [sighs] Great!

- [chuckles]
- Okay.

- You wanted to see me, Chief?

- Yeah, close the door.

Is there any particular reason

you lit up Herrmann so badly
at the incident?

- Engine 51 was not
positioned correctly.

Hoses should not have been
crossing the street

or the street
should've been secured.

Either way,
that's on Herrmann.

- And you're sure that
it's not something else?

- Sometimes being Captain
means having to be hard

on the firefighters
underneath me.

You taught me that.

Even when those firefighters
are best friends with my chief.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Fair enough.

Dismissed.

♪

- He's not wrong.

- And that is not how Casey
behaves at a scene.

So neither am I.

♪

- Chief.
- Yeah.

- Um...

I saw something in
the apartment building

on our last call.

There was this secret room
inside one of the apartments.

Um, there were two beds.

I just got a bad hit,

like it might be some kind of
child endangerment deal.

I was thinking
I might call CPD.

- That's a good idea.

That's for letting me know.
Keep me in the loop.

- Will do, Chief.
- Go ahead.

♪

- That room I pulled you
out of?

- Yeah.

- Are you sure it wasn't
a club house, a fort?

You know how kids are.

- No, I don't think so.

I mean, this was creepy.

- Well, go with your gut then.

♪

- [sighs]

- So Cindy,

what kind of style are you
thinking about here?

- Well, what I like to do
is take in the room

and see how it speaks to me.

Is it organically imperfect?

Should I go for
a maximalist approach?

Is personality paramount
or should I scale back

with more of
a new traditional patina?

- Okay, thank you.

- Guys?

I want to gather all of
your input, one at a time,

where you can speak freely

and openly about what
this room means to you.

That'll help me
center my design.

Sound good?

- Absolutely.
- Yeah, sure.

- Great.
- Can't wait.

- First and foremost is
the couch.

Now I'm not saying this
one can't be improved upon

but this one cannot be
improved upon.

- That couch has got to go.

- Don't get me started
on these chairs, okay?

It's like sitting on sandpaper.

♪

- I'm just going to go ahead
and say it.

This place was made
for men by men.

It's, like, 1987 in here.

- Maybe a game's cabinet

or a dart board.

Ooh, or a shuffleboard.

[gasps] Or both!

- I have always said
this place can be functional

but look like
adult's work here.

- I don't care what you do.

- Also if you need
an assistant, like a--

like a sous-chef,
I'm your girl.

I need this right now.

- Seriously,
don't touch the couch.

- [sighs]

[somber music]

♪

- Stella.

- Hey!
- Hey.

- Thanks for coming.
- Yeah, of course.

What's going on?

- So, uh, we were on
a call this morning.

I moved the couch away
from a wall

and I saw this little door

and, uh, I was
about to leave but--

I mean, I just got
this feeling, you know?

So I opened it and it was,
like, a secret room.

There were, like, a couple
of plates of half-eaten food

and this was on
the outside of the door.

So, anyway, I--

look, I'm telling you that
something bad was going on

in that apartment.

- Stella has great instincts.

If she thinks there was
something bad going on,

then there was.

- Can you show me the site?

- Casey!

Hey, can I show Upton
the site from this morning?

- What's going on?

- We think there might've been
some child endangerment

situation in the last room
we searched.

- Yeah, I just want to show her
what I saw

and then we'll
leave it up to her from there.

♪

- Yeah, of course.

Keep your radio on, we'll come
pick you up if we get a call.

- All right.

- Ride with me?
- Yeah.

♪

Okay, it was right...

♪

Right here.

♪

Damn it, I--it's gone.

But it--it was here.
I didn't make it up.

- Okay, uh...

Well, I'll call
the building owner

and I'll follow up with whoever
was renting the unit

but I've got to be honest,

there's no evidence
of a crime here.

- Look, I--I realize--

- You didn't witness
any wrongdoing either.

♪

Okay.

Look, I'm sympathetic. I am.

I follow my instincts too.

I have my whole career

but without a crime,
much less a victim,

I'm a little behind
the eight ball.

- I understand.

- You'll follow up though?

- Yeah.

I'll let you know as soon as
I have anything to report.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

[dramatic music]

♪

.

- Thanks.

- Kelly.

Thank you, you know, for--
for supporting me today.

♪

- Anytime.

♪

[door clicks open]

- Ritter.
- Captain.

Hey, just, uh, came to tell
Herrmann

you know, it's a sprain,
gonna be fine.

Uh, the doctor's saying to rest
it a couple of shifts but--

- No problem. Go home.

- Oh, but should I
tell Herrmann?

- I'll tell him.
- Okay.

Captain, just so you know,

there was a vehicle completely
blocking the nearest hydrant

and things were happening fast
and, you know,

Herrmann just wanted
to make sure you had support

before you rushed into
the building.

- Got it.

- Okay.

- Are you asking
first and third shifts

their opinions too, Cindy?

- If I have time.

- Oh, is there some kind of
pressing time limit?

- Christopher didn't tell you?

- Nah.

- My friend Gwen,

her daughter works
for Chicago Home Spread.

- [gasps] No way!

That's my favorite magazine.

Their centerfolds
are legendary.

- They're going to do
a photo shoot this Saturday.

- That's our next shift.

- Exactly.

♪

- Um, hey, honey.

I was just thinking, um,

you know, our family room--

it hasn't been upgraded in
I don't know how long.

But maybe we should--I'm just,

you know,
thinking out loud here,

but, uh, maybe
we should start there.

- Well, honey,

while I think that's
a great idea for down the road,

my friend Gwen has already
pitched this

as a firehouse makeover.

So I think I should stick
to Plan A.

- Uh, right.
No, totally.

- Herrmann,
Boden is looking for you.

♪

- [muttering]
- Chief.

- Hey, Herrmann.

- Just wanted to let you know
that Ritter is going to be

out a couple of shifts,

so 51 is going to need
a floater.

- All right,
what's the prognosis?

- Minor sprain but
the doctors said to rest it.

- All right, well,
that's good at least.

Um, I'll take, uh,
a look at the floater pool

and see if any names stick out.

- Casey's already selected
someone named Klinginpill.

- Casey selected.

Isn't the engine lieutenant

supposed to pick his floater
replacement?

[ominous music]

- [sighs]

♪

- Captain!

Uh, maybe I heard wrong,

but, uh, Boden was telling me
that you picked a floater

for Ritter's spot on Engine.

- Yeah, Ritter's gonna be out
a couple of shifts

so I expedited the process.

There were a bunch of reserves
on there, I chose one.

- That's engine lieutenant's
job.

- Well, I guess
I helped you out then.

- Uh, you didn't actually.

You picked
Kevin Klinginpill,

who I happen to know is
a loafer who got booted off

of Engine 77 six months ago

and you know how I know that?

I called around
and actually did my homework.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

- Is there a problem here?

♪

- Nah, Chief.

♪

- An engine lieutenant
popping off to a Captain

in any other house
would be written up.

♪

.

- Hey.

- Hey!
- I have an update.

- Okay.

- So I talked to the owner

from the burnt out apartment
building, Kira Anderson.

She uses a management company

to rent out and maintain
the apartments.

The management company
is Pine Grove Consulting.

They said unit 106 was rented
out by a Mike Nunez

but he left unexpectedly
about a month ago.

- Do they have
a forwarding address?

- No and he paid all
his rent in cash.

I ran the name Mike Nunez
through the system

and no one matches
the description

Pine Grove gave us
of the tenant.

- So a dead end.

- Basically.

Look, I'm not saying

nothing ever happened
in that apartment.

I'm just saying
realistically,

we might not
ever know what did.

I've taken this as far
as I can go. I'm sorry.

- No, thank you for, uh,
for helping out.

- Yeah, appreciate it.

- You go it. Anytime.

[soft rock music]

♪

- The thing about a set
floor plan

and not being able
to move a wall

is you have to work
within the space.

Unless I could move a wall.

Like between
the common room

and the briefing room,

that would really
open up the space.

[loudly] I thought maybe we
could do something like this?

- Sure. Yeah.

- Christopher.

- What?

[knocking on door]

Hey.

- Hey, you got a minute?

- Of course, Chief,
come on. Come on.

Hey, you need a beer
or something?

- Yeah, sure.
- All right.

So what can I do
for you?

- You know, I just thought I'd
come in and check in on you.

- Ah, yeah.

All good.

Long shift.

- Yeah, I know.

- [sighs] All right, fine.

Look, here's the deal.

See, I was mad at myself
the moment that that numbnuts

ran over the hose and it got
yanked out of Ritter's hand.

I realized that I'd screwed up

but I didn't need to hear it
from Casey.

I was already beating
myself up plenty. Trust me.

- Look, I'm not going to betray
a confidence

so I won't go into detail,
but...

Casey's dealing
with more than you know.

- [sighs]

Is he all right?

- He'll get there.

- And there I go,
making things worse so...

- See, the thing you have to
realize, Herrmann,

unless you are
the Fire Commissioner,

there is always gonna be
someone above you

to tell you when
you make a mistake.

The part that you are
not thinking about...

is all of your men on Engine

who are looking at you to see
how you react to criticism.

See, if you dressed down
Clarence or Ritter or Doherty,

would you like one of them
to go walking off in a huff

or mouth back at you?

- [sighs] I see your point.

♪

[sighs]

I'll apologize
and I'll make it right.

- Wallace, get in here!

I want to hear your thoughts
on layering.

♪

- On what?

Yeah, I'm coming!

- We should see if they wanna
play next Saturday instead.

- Yeah.

- Hey Stella,
I just thought of something.

The woman who started
the fire.

She left a soldering iron on.
I think her name was Marylou.

Anyway, uh,
she was in apartment 104,

right next to 106.

- What, you think
she's still at med?

- She had some heavy
smoke inhalation.

They probably wanna keep her
there overnight.

- Maybe she knows something
about her neighbors.

- It's worth a shot.

- [sighs]
I feel awful, just awful.

I have an arts and crafts
summer session

I teach in Wicker Park

and I always say be safe,
be safe, be safe.

- Marylou, we're not here
about the fire.

- Oh?

- We're interested
in your neighbor.

- Mike Nunez. Uh, 106.
Did you know him?

- Um, sort of.
He had more than one name.

- What does that mean?

- Well, he'd get mail with
different names

sent to his address.

The Mike was the same but the
last names would be different.

I remember because I was
holding some mail for him

which he never
came back to pick up.

- So they--they're still
in your apartment?

- A few envelopes, yeah.

Uh, if the fire didn't get to
the bureau near my front door,

then it should be
in the top left drawer.

♪

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

- Thank you, ma'am.
- Thank you.

Um, Marylou,

did Mike have any kids?

- I think his sister had some
that he would watch sometimes.

That's what he told me.

I didn't really see them very
often, I heard them sometimes.

He wasn't there very long.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

♪

[rustling]

- Michael Nolasco.

Michael Nunez.

♪

Michael Nuevavillegas.

Look it, this one's from
Child Protective Services.

♪

I mean, it's basically open.

♪

"Dear Mr. Nuevavillegas,

your application
to provide a home

for additional children
has been accepted."

What if this--

what if this bastard was taking
in foster kids,

cramming them into that tiny
room

and then cashing out on
the government handouts?

♪

- What?

Hey, Detective,
this is Kelly Severide,

give me a call back
when you get a chance.

The man living in 106
was Michael Nuevavillegas.

N-U-E-V-A
V-I-double L-E-G-A-S.

- It's all one word.

- We Google searched him

and there's
a Michael Nuevavillegas

who's listed in Pilsen.

- Which is where we're going.

- Anyway, call us back.

♪

- Michael Nuevavillegas?

- Yeah?

- Hi, we're with
the Chicago Fire Department.

Got word there's a gas leak
in your place.

- Nah, there's no gas leak.
- Well, no. There--hey!

That's the thing about
gas leaks.

If you don't have the proper
carbon monoxide detectors,

you won't know they're there.

Just gotta peek
at your supply lines

and we'll be
out of your hair.

How long have you lived here?
- Not long, I guess.

Hey, look, you're going to
have to come back another time.

- Uh, we would but, you know,
you don't own the building

and the building owner,
Mrs. Anderson,

she's the one who called us.

♪

- Okay, you know what?
I'm getting a headache.

Could be this gas leak,
like you said.

There's a drug store down the
block and I'm outta aspirin.

- No, no, no. You got to stay
here until we're done.

♪

- [grunts]
- Kelly!

.

[clattering]

[grunting]

[dramatic music]

- Chicago PD! Hey, hey!

Turn around!

Get down!

Put your hands
behind your back.

- They came into my house!
Arrest them!

- Shut up.
- This is Chicago brutality!

- Yeah, you bet it is.

[cuffs click]

[dramatic music]

Okay.

[latch clicks]

♪

- [gasps]

♪

It's okay. Come on.

Come on, it's safe.

Come on out.

Yeah.

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

Come on.

It's okay. I'm a firefighter.
You're safe.

Hi, hi.

- 5021 Henry, I need to roll
a squad, paramedics,

and CPS to 1955 South Throop.

Come on, get up.

You have the right
to remain silent,

you have the right
to an attorney.

If you choose to give up
those rights,

I'd be happy to smash
your face against the wall.

- [groans]

- You're okay.
You're safe now.

It's okay.

[somber music]

[sighs]

♪

- Civilians in
the outside world,

they think that we wear our
badges on our dress uniforms

or we just carry them around
in our pockets

but unless you have done
this job,

you can't see where we really
wear our firefighter badges

and it's right here.

Our hearts.

and that spirit
was demonstrated off duty,

off shift this weekend
by our very own Stella Kidd.

For those of you
who do not know,

Kidd identified potential
criminal activity

during our last fire

and now there is a boy
and girl who are...

safe due to your efforts.

Stella Kidd,
that is wonderful work

and we should all look
to your example.

[applause]

♪

- Hey, Captain.

Hey listen,
about last shift--

- Hey, you, uh,
you Herrmann?

- Lieutenant.
- Yeah, what I said.

- Ah, no you didn't.

Look, we're having
a conversation here.

- Yeah, sure, but listen.

I had to roll hoses the last
two shifts at 29 and 74.

All things considered,
I prefer not to do it here.

- Klinginpill, he just told you
we're trying to talk here.

- I--I get it, Captain,

but I've been drawing the
short straw everywhere I go.

It's like just 'cause I gotta
float, I don't have any rights?

What is this, medieval England?
- What?

- I got photos I wanna put up
in my locker

but I don't even have a locker.

- Locker photos?

- That's right,
my mom, my dogs.

Got one of my brother Ned who's
a hell of a fly fisherman.

- Herrmann, what were
you trying to tell me?

- Nah, forget it, Captain.

I gotta go and figure out
a locker for, you know,

fill-and-spill.
- Uh, Klinginpill.

Hey, where's the bunk room?

[siren blares]

- Engine 51, Truck 81...

- Klinginpill,
you stay out of the way

unless I give you an order.

[siren wails]

[suspenseful music]

♪

Brando, grab an extinguisher!

Clarence, lead out.

- Copy that, lieutenant.

♪

- Hey, we'll get you out,
buddy. Sit tight.

[hissing]

♪

- Herrmann, what do we got?

- Hey, we got a driver
pinned inside.

We're trying to knock down
these flames but they're tough!

- All right, 81,
let's get the driver out.

- Copy.
- Cutter's jaws are cribbing.

♪

Get those flames out, Kaufmann.

- Copy.

[dramatic music]

- Get back! Herrmann,
get everyone back now!

- Yes, Captain. Get back!
Everybody back!

- What is it, Cap?

- Propane tanks in
the back of the truck!

They're right in the flames!

Klinginpill, get those
people off the corner! Go!

- Okay, folks, you heard him!
- Get them off over there!

Clarence,
grab another extinguisher.

[clattering]
- Go!

- Hurry, Mouch.

- Mike, we tied in?
- No!

- Sir!
- Otis, reverse!

[engine revving]

- Go, go! Keep going!

.

- [panting]

- [groans]

[clang]

[beeping]

♪

- [sighs]

- [grunts]

- [panting]

♪

All right, boys,
let's put this fire out.

- Let's get the driver.

[hissing]

[clanging]

- Come on, buddy.

- [groans]
- I got you.

♪

[siren wails]

♪

[engine shuts off]

- Hey.

What's up?

- Cindy's about to make
her big reveal.

- She told everyone
to clear out.

- She blocked the windows.

- Ah, sorry about this, Chief.

- Hmm.

- Uh, hey, real quick,
uh, Captain.

I wanted to tell you about--
- Okay!

It may not be perfect,
but it is a statement.

- That's what you want.
- Exactly.

- Come on!

[clamoring]

- [sighs]

[camera shutter clicks]

[soft music]

♪

- [panting]

- [clears throat]
Well, I think it is amazing.

- [chuckles]

- No.
- Okay, all right.

Um...

Yeah, um...

- Do something now.

- [sighs] Yeah.

- It was a risk, but when the
voice in the back of my head

would say tone it down,
I just had to shut it out.

- Uh-huh.

- Hey, Cindy, can I, uh,
talk to you for a sec?

- Be right back.

♪

- Uh, okay, listen.

There is no good way
to say this,

so I'm just gonna say it.

Everybody here appreciates

you wanting to get
your business going,

but this, uh...

we all have
to work here, Cindy.

This is a functioning
firehouse.

Not some Salvador Dali
nightmare.

- Well, I--
- Listen, hey, hey.

You just don't have
an eye for this, babe.

So, uh, we are just going
to have to put everything back

the way it was before.

- This was rented furniture
just for the photo shoot

so I could break through
the clutter.

It was going to go back
to normal.

- I didn't realize that.

- Because you didn't listen
when I told you last week.

- You did?

- I'm--I'm just glad

you've let me know
I don't have an eye for this.

I'll have to rethink
my taste in everything.

♪

- Oh, boy.

♪

Uh-oh.

- How'd it go?

- What do you think?

- But we're--we're--

we're getting our
furniture back, right?

♪

Excuse me, Mouch.

♪

Hey!

I'm sorry it took so long
but I owe you an apology.

I shouldn't have directed
the engine

to that side of the street.

You're right,
it was a bone-headed move,

and I deserved you
coming down hard on me.

It won't happen again.

- And I shouldn't have come
at you with both barrels.

I'm sorry for that.

I, uh...

I haven't been myself lately
but I'm working through it.

I'll get there.

- All right, hey, we all take
our lumps.

Mine are usually 'cause I open
my yap instead of my ears.

I mean...

Just ask Cindy.

But anyway, I want you to know

that I do not take it
for granted

that you are
my superior officer.

You know, I'm not a suck up

but I have been lucky to watch
you operate

for a good part of my career

and I have learned from you
every single shift

and I am damn proud
to serve under you.

[soft music]

♪

- Thanks, Herrmann.

I needed to hear that.

- Yeah.

I'm glad my mouth was good
for something today.

♪

If I'm a little grouchy
tomorrow,

it's because
Cindy's got me sleeping

on the roll out bed again.

- Maybe she can get you
a deal on a new mattress.

No? Not in the mood?

- Speaking of deals.

- We got the furniture company
to give us Cindy's couch

for practically nothing.

- For the record,
I was against it.

- No, you weren't!
- Shh.

- Get that thing out of here
before Cindy sees it!

She thinks I'm
making fun of her,

I'm in the dog house
for the rest of my life!

- Uh...
- I...

- [groans]

[soft rock music]

- Thanks.
- Take your time.

- Where's my hospitality?
- [chuckles]

- Next round's on me.
- Oh!

- I'm moving to top shelf now.
- Mmm!

So it turns out that
Nuevavillegas guy

has been running a foster care
scam for years.

If you two wouldn't have
stepped up,

who knows how long he would've
gotten away with it.

- It's all Stella.

- Um, what--what's going
to happen to the kids?

- They get put back
in the system

but their files have been
flagged for abuse.

They'll end up in a much better
home with parents

that are specially trained
to deal with at-risk kids.

- That's great.

- Yeah.

Kid's names
are Anton and Luna

and they made these drawings
they wanted you to have.

[soft music]

♪

- Thank you.

- Yeah, you got it.

I got some friends
from District 25

I'm going to say hi to

but you guys aren't paying
for another drink.

The rest of the night's
on me, okay?

- Hey, you won't hear me
complaining. Thanks.

- Yeah.

♪

- You did a good thing.

- [sighs]

I think anyone would've done
the same in my shoes.

- Hmm, not so sure.
[chuckles]

There's no one like you.

♪