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Let's go, let's go!

I need a favor, Anna.

- Be careful with these. Take 'em only when necessary.

- What do we got? - Trapped arm.

One, two...

Aah!

- I'm going with him. - No, you're not.

- This ain't up to you, lady.

- You have a bit of a track record lately, wouldn't you say?

- This isn't enough to warrant suspension.

- Be ready for the possibility.

Evacuate immediately.

Go!

- Honey, this is my old girlfriend.

- Anna, I'm just gonna lift your shirt

and make sure everything's okay with the baby.

- Why don't you, um, give me a call?

- Just stay the hell away from us.

I'm not retracting my statement.

Ever.

- Talk some sense into your man.

- Excuse me? - I'd really hate to see things

get uglier than they already are.

Gabriela.

Hey.

- Thank you for meeting me.

Yeah, of course.

- I hope it wasn't an inconvenience.

- No, no, no, no. Not at all.

- I know you and Matt are close.

Oh, uh...

- Can I get you something to drink?

- Coffee's fine, thank you.

I didn't want to go to the chief about this because...

God, I'm so sorry.

- Oh, it's okay. What's--what's wrong?

- It's the detective voight thing.

I didn't, um--

I know your brother's been trying to help.

Yeah, that's right.

- It's just I have never seen Matt like this,

and I have a feeling that something bad is gonna happen.

- I'm really sorry for everything

you're going through, hallie, I am,

but I'm not sure what I can do.

- Matt's deposition is scheduled after his shift.

Once he testifies against voight's son,

it's--it's not worth it anymore just to prove a point.

And I'm thinking more and more

that Matt shouldn't go through with it.

You should tell Matt.

I did. Last night.

He wouldn't listen.

But I think he would if it came from you.

- Hey, hold still. Just relax.

- Zit? - I didn't do that!

Of course not.

Look, this is as far as I can go.

You gotta come the rest of the way.

- You mean drop? - That's right.

- Zito... Big-time tagger.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. I've seen his name around.

- He's hit every "l" train, bus stop,

and mailbox in Chicago.

- You president of his fan club?

- No. There's a street art exhibition at the mca.

This clown's in the museum?

- What a country. Right?

- Just slide on down nice and easy--I got you.

You called the cops!

- Whoa! - Hey!

All right, now! Just drop!

Coming down.

- Copy. All clear.

- All good? - Yeah.

Graffiti artist got stuck up there, chief.

Kelly.

You got no reason to be here.

- Oh, collecting gang intel, chief.

Big new tag like that--

gotta make sure it doesn't spark a turf war.

- You've seen it. Now leave.

- You might want to take a step back there.

I don't want to charge you or one of your men

with interfering with a police investigation.

Yeah.

Pack it up. We're outta here.

Oh, hey, Casey.

You got your deposition tomorrow.

Come on, let's go.

- Let me ask you, is that cute little fiancee of yours

gonna be there too? 'Cause I gotta tell you,

the other night, when we were talking,

she seemed kinda, I don't know, shut down.

But by the end, she really started to open up.

- Hey! - Hey, come on.

- Your day's coming. Your day's coming, voight!

Close the door.

You all right? - Yeah.

What do you want to do?

- About? - You.

You want to go out on calls,

stay here in the house, take some time off?

Go out on calls.

- Then you have to do it right.

I have been.

- You've heard me say this a million times.

In this job, regardless of what's going on in your life,

you take your eye off it for one second, people can die.

- You're right. I have heard you say that,

and we're in agreement.

- I wish I could do more to fix this,

but right now, it is just a matter

of trusting the system.

Look, Matt, there won't be another warning.

Hey. Hey, look...

Look, man, you wanna hit somebody,

my buddy has a boxing gym over in bucktown.

You get a trainer, you glove up, you hit mitts.

We could head over there after shift.

- Yeah, I'll think about it. Thanks.

- Not to sound like my father-in-law,

but this is what's wrong with America.

What's wrong with America,

or what's great about America?

Are you kidding me?

3,000 clams for that, and I'm out there

doing side jobs for $20 an hour?

- Hey, the mouch is looking for you.

- Do you know how much the taxpayers of this city

pay for graffiti removal? 50 million a year.

- Uh, that-- that sounds high.

- Look it up. All right, stop.

All right, so it's more like 25 million or something.

Either way, it's a lot of money.

And then this little wannabe hood rat--

- herrmann...It's bold. It's provocative.

- Ha. You're just trying to get a rise.

And look at these high society douche bags

lapping it up.

You see, this is why, when my kids

get out of high school, Cindy and me,

we're moving to chain o' lakes 'cause...

I can't deal with this insanity.

- How long am I looking at? Realistically.

- Somewhere between 0 and 100 days.

Oh... Do you understand

the definition of "realistically"?

- There's a lot of moving parts to this.

- They're on your head. - Ah.

- Have you ever even been to a suspension hearing before?

Of course.

Your case is a two-demerit issue,

and so we're gonna keep it friendly.

And the more aggressive you come across,

the more guilty you'll look.

Keep your responses short and to the point.

- All right, cool. So you're saying

- yeah, but we still gotta prep.

Where you going?

Hey.

Hey.

- Sorry, just what you needed, right?

One more person asking how you're doing.

- Better than nobody giving a rat's ass, I guess.

- So... How are you holding up?

- I'm just hoping that luck's on my side

because in terms of me being able to control the situation,

it hasn't worked out so well.

Uh...

But I guess there is one more thing

you could do to end this whole thing, right?

Have you thought about retracting your statement?

Would you?

I would think about it.

Okay.

Now that you have...

- Why would you advise me to do something you wouldn't?

- Ambulance 61, truck 81. Gunshot victim.

25 east halstead street.

Wait!

Where's the victim?

- In the back. - Shooter?

- Gone. I swerved when I heard the shots.

Cruz, mills, in the bus.

Cones and flares. Get these cars moving.

- Shot to the neck. Not breathing. Weak pulse.

Guys, we need your help.

- All right, get him down here.

Down here's good. Watch his head. Watch his head.

- Okay, you gotta get an open airway

or we're gonna lose him right now.

Here, open this.

- We can't tube him. Too mush mouth trauma.

All right, surgical cric.

- Not approved in the field, Dawson.

- Excuse me, sir, does that really matter to you right now?

No? Oh, okay, good.

- Give it to me. - I got it.