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Ruzek: Hey, I think we found our guy: Logan Peters. I have three sources who put him at the party. Halstead and Upton are out looking for him right now.
Severide: Check the basketball courts on 15th and Fillmore. We got intel he’s hanging with the Southside Hustlers. Roman said he’d call you once he found the guy, but he’s … he’s not thinking straight, and I’m worried he’s gonna to get himself killed.
Voight: Wait a second. Are you talking about Sean Roman, Kim’s ex-partner?
Severide: Yeah.
Voight: What’s he got to do with this?
Severide: Well, this dirt bag’s dating his sister -- his missing sister.
Ruzek: Wait, what now?
Severide: He said you guys were looking into it. I’ve been with Roman all day looking for her.
Burgess: Sean’s in Chicago?
Severide: We’re calling in Voight now, right? Or someone from Gang Unit? Roman, hey man, I get it: Finding your sister is your No. 1 priority, but we just got confirmation this guy’s a school dealer, and he could still have more of those pills. We got to call it in.
Roman: Last thing I want is a bunch of cruisers pulling up to those courts, scaring the guy off before I get a chance to talk to him.
Severide: You said it yourself: You’re not a cop anymore.
Roman: No, but I’m Sarah’s big brother.
Severide: You don’t have a badge to back yourself up, man.
Roman: And you can bow out at any time. This isn’t your crusade. They got a jump on me in there; could have gone sideways fast if I went in it alone.
Severide: It still could.
Roman: I’ll call it in after I get a chance to talk to the guy.
Ruzek: Look, the guy, his sister’s missing. I feel for him, I do. It’s awful, it sucks, but you know what else sucks: two more ODs came in last night to Chicago Med from counterfeit Oxy. And maybe it came from this guy Logan Peters and maybe Roman scares him off and he sells his stash and disappears. And then we got to start all over, bad Oxy on the streets, and no solid leads. What the hell?
Voight: You finished because I can’t blame Sean for putting his family first. I mean, let’s do what we can to help.
Brett: It’s crazy, you know. A month ago I couldn’t care less about meeting my birth mom. It’s wasn’t even on my radar, and now my whole life is about to change.
Casey: It doesn’t have to. Nothing has to change unless you want it to.
Brett: Yeah, I guess that’s true, but I won’t control the idea of who she is anymore. When I was little, like 6 years old, I had a bad case of ‘Disney Princess fever,’ and I was convinced my real parents were British royals.
Casey: Really?
Brett: I knew it wasn’t true. It was just fun to pretend. As I got older, I guess I never looked for my birth parents because a) I love my parents dearly and b) I figured the reality could never live up to the fantasy.
Severide: So what now? Sit on the parking lot and wait for this guy to come back around?
Roman: School’s out. I don’t feel like waiting.
Severide: So how do we find him?
Roman: I worked a beat in this neighborhood. I know who to ask.
Severide: Maybe loop in Intelligence? Sounds like Logan could be the dealer they’re looking for.
Roman: I’ll check it out first; get a read on the guy. No use sending them down the wrong trail, having Voight come down on me for sticking my nose in. And if he’s dating my 17-year-old sister, we’re gonna have words. Hey look, next stop won’t be as friendly.
Severide: You’re gonna need backup.
Roman: Can’t hurt, but you’ve done enough already.
Severide: I got a sister too, went through some hard times.
Roman: All right then. Let’s do this.
Casey: You OK?
Brett: They’re just kids, stupid, reckless kids.
Casey: Hey, you saved two lives tonight. Try to focus on that.
Ruzek: Travis, listen, your girlfriend died tonight, but it wasn’t by accident, you understand? Whoever gave her those pills, they knew it was fentanyl.
Atwater: You know why they do that? ‘Cuz they’re cheaper to make, but a lot more deadly. All they want to do is make money, Travis; they don’t care about who dies.
Boden: So when did you last see her?
Roman: It’s been a few weeks over FaceTime. I don’t make it back to Chicago that much. My folks said she left for school last Thursday, and never came home.
Casey: File with Missing Persons?
Roman: As soon as I got to town three days ago, but you know how it is down there: They’re buried. I can’t sit around and just wait by the phone.
Severide: Yeah, I wouldn’t be able to.
Roman: Sarah was always a little wild, you know, tons of energy growing up. She was a happy kid. I guess she made some new friends, been in and out of trouble – shoplifting, drinking. Now she’s gone missing, and three of her friends OD on fentanyl.
Brett: That doesn’t mean she’s doing it too.
Roman: I hope not.
Severide: Intelligence is working the ODs right now.
Roman: I know, but I’m a civilian these days, so Voight doesn’t want me tagging along.
Severide: Hey, Roman, what the hell are you doing? I told you to stay put.
Roman: Bathroom window busted out. Looks like he escaped through there. If you hadn’t held me up, maybe I would have caught him in time.
Severide: And done what? Held him at gunpoint? Made a citizen’s arrest?
Roman: He’s the only lead I had on my sister -- the only one -- and now he’s gone.
Mouch: Hey you two. Your food’s in the fridge.
Cruz: We had to keep it from Capp, so we wrote Tuesday on the tinfoil.
Kidd: Oh no, really. Ritter just asked me to feed her, and I just assumed.
Kidd: You stood him up?
Severide: What? No, I was busy trying to keep the city from exploding. Cruz understands. I found him a venue.
Kidd: Kelly, when I said Cruz needed your help, I didn’t mean that he needs a party planner. I meant he needs his best man.
Mouch: Renting or buying?
Cruz: Renting.
Mouch: That’s a mistake.
Cruz: How often am I gonna need to wear a tuxedo?
Mouch: They say dress for the job you want.
Cruz: I have the job I want.
