Casey: You can drop the act.
Alan: Not sure what you mean.
Severide: We know you’ve been complaining about the encampment for months. We know it was your phone calls to the ward office that got the cleanup crew here so fast.
Casey: We want you to know his name was James Benevidez, ‘Big Jim’ to those who knew him. He wasn’t just some faceless nobody in a tent. He had a sister, he had nephews, he had friends.
Alan: I don’t know what this is about. You’re obviously upset. I’m busy right now so…
Severide: No, you’re going to listen.
Casey: He helped people. First as a teacher, then a soldier. He survived Iraq, then he survived 10 years on the streets, but what he couldn’t survive was the fire you set.
Alan: Whoa, what I did?
Casey: We got you on camera buying the propane, and some of the camp residents place you at the scene on the morning of the fire. I just wanted to dissuade of the notion that somehow Jim’s life was worth less than yours. It wasn’t.