Chicago Fire (TV Series)

Let Him Die (2015)

Charlie Barnett: Peter Mills

Quotes 

• Peter Mills : All right, let me have the knife.

  [Vic aims his gun at Mills] 

  Peter Mills : Hey... better set the gun aside.

  [Vic gives his gun to Sean] 

  Peter Mills : This is gonna hurt, like, a lot, okay? I'm gonna go quick.

  [Mills cuts Vic's neck open. Vic starts screaming in pain] 

  Peter Mills : That was the easy part.

  Sean : Hey, what happened? What did you do?

  Sylvie Brett : It's okay, he just passed out.

  [whispers to Mills] 

  Sylvie Brett : Clamp it here.

  [points at Vic's coratid] 

  Peter Mills : [whispers]  You do realize what that will do?

  [Brett writes "let him die" in the pool of blood on the table] 

• Peter Mills : [about a man who was run over by a truck]  He's passed out from blood loss. Let's get him to Chicago Med.

  [a black car pulls up] 

  Sylvie Brett : What's that?

  [two men get out of the car] 

  Peter Mills : Hey, guys, we've got a medical emergency here. We need you to move the vehicle.

  Vic : [pulls out a gun]  Hands in the air. Keep your mouths shut.

  Sylvie Brett : Whoa.

  Sean : TURN AROUND!

  Vic : Keep it down. Put your hands behind your back, no one gets hurt.

  Sylvie Brett : This guy needs to get to the hospital.

  Peter Mills : Brett. Brett.

  Sylvie Brett : What is this?

  Peter Mills : Don't hurt her, please.

  Vic : Doesn't have to be messy. Just do what we say.

  Peter Mills : Would you let her go? I'm the one that he wants. Come on.

  Vic : He? Who's "he"?

  Sylvie Brett : Where are we going?

  Peter Mills : Brett, don't get in that car!

  Sean : I will blow your head clean off. Get in!

  [he and Vic force Mills and Brett into the car and drive off] 

  Peter Mills : Where are you taking us?

  Sean : Shut up.

  Vic : Where's your phone, hon?

  Sylvie Brett : Left-hand jacket pocket.

  [Vic throws Mills's and Brett's walkie-talkies and phones out the car window] 

  Sean : Turn around.

  Peter Mills : Jason Lullo-- he sustained fatal injuries long before we arrived on the scene.

  Vic : I don't know what you're talking about. Just keep quiet now.

  Peter Mills : At least let her go. I was the one in the...

  Sean : Shut your hole!

  Peter Mills : You gonna kill us?

  Vic : You know everything, is that it?

  Peter Mills : Brett.

  Sean : Quiet.

  Peter Mills : Brett, brace yourself.

  [kicks Sean's gun out of his hand and strangles Vic with his legs. They swerve out of control until they crash] 

• Joe Cruz : Did they get him?

  Peter Mills : No, son of a bitch is gonna walk. Hey, Brett, you okay?

  Sylvie Brett : I'm fine.

  Joe Cruz : Hey, is everything okay between you and Mills? What's that?

  Sylvie Brett : During the helicopter crash, I rescued this sketchy guy.

  Joe Cruz : Well, what is he, like a handyman or something?

  Sylvie Brett : No, he's no handyman. He had a gun and a bunch of fake IDs and passports. I'm gonna see if he can help us take down Lullo.

  Joe Cruz : This guy? How's he supposed to help?

  Sylvie Brett : Let's find out. Can I borrow your phone? Those guys threw mine out the window.

  Joe Cruz : You are not calling this guy, Sylvie. Let the cops do their thing.

  Sylvie Brett : The cops can't *do* anything, but maybe we can.

  Joe Cruz : Look, I get it that you're upset, but this is not the way that you want to go about this.

  Sylvie Brett : Those guys were gonna kill us! I had a gun to my head all that time, hours and hours, just waiting to die! Anthony Lullo is not gonna get away with that! Now can I borrow your phone or not?

  Joe Cruz : You do not agree to see this guy unless I'm there, okay?

  Sylvie Brett : Thank you.

• Peter Mills : Not sure why you changed your mind.

  Vic : Look, I agreed to talk to you, but I'm not gonna help you. I don't care who your friends are.

  Peter Mills : How's your neck?

  Vic : Doc says you did good work given what you had. He also says I'm very trusting. One false move, you could've given me a massive stroke.

  Peter Mills : Yeah, well, that's my job: to help people not hurt them. You know, I tried to help Anthony Lullo's son, but he was beyond help.

  Vic : I don't know anyone named Lullo.

  Peter Mills : That's what the cops are saying, that you have no prior connection to him. Why would you be willing to pay hard time on his behalf?

  Vic : Look, kid, hypothetically speaking, let's say I talk and Lullo gets locked up. You think that's the end of it? You think he can't reach you from behind bars, a guy like that?

  Peter Mills : So you do know him?

  Vic : You better leave.

  Peter Mills : Look, if Lullo shares in the blame, why don't you let him share in this punishment?

  Vic : Guard! This man's bothering me.

  Prison hospital guard : Okay, that's enough.

  Peter Mills : You think this is honorable, what you're doing? It isn't. Okay, I saved your life.

  Prison hospital guard : Okay.

  Peter Mills : What has Lullo ever done for you, huh?

• Peter Mills : What is going on in there? He's walking all over you.

  Jay Halstead : Maybe I should smack him around a little bit? Mills, he's here on his own volition. We don't have anything on him.

  Peter Mills : Those guys had a cell phone. They had to be calling somebody.

  Jay Halstead : Yeah, it was a pay-as-you-go. It was registered to Johnny Cash in the middle of the Indiana sand dunes.

  Peter Mills : If I could just talk to the older guy, Vic, the guy that we saved, I know...

  Jay Halstead : I already told you he refuses to see you. Now, if you visit that guy in the lock-up, he could get branded a snitch. A guy like that, he's gonna gladly do hard time before he rats out on someone of Lullo's stature.

  Peter Mills : So we can't do anything.

  Jay Halstead : We will handle it from here.

• Peter Mills : I got it for the dashboard.

  Sylvie Brett : Why a hula dancing shark?

  Peter Mills : I guess I thought it would make you smile. Look, I know that you're mad at me for saving that creep's life, but I...

  Sylvie Brett : I'm not. I'm not mad at you.

  Peter Mills : Then why can't you look me in the eye?

  Sylvie Brett : Because of what you must think of me. I asked you to let a man die. That's messed up.

  Peter Mills : Those guys were gonna kill us.

  Sylvie Brett : Well, you knew that, and you didn't let it cloud your moral judgment. I mean, I am a first responder. A thought like that is never supposed to enter my mind.

  Peter Mills : You wouldn't be human if it didn't. I gave you the chance to clamp off that carotid, and you didn't take it. That's all that matters.

  [alarm blares] 

  Emergency dispatch : Engine 51, Truck 81, Squad 3...

  Peter Mills : Cool shark.

  Emergency dispatch : Ambulance 61. Structure fire.

• Peter Mills : [his phone buzzes]  It's Halstead.

  [answers his phone] 

  Peter Mills : Hey, what's up?

  Sylvie Brett : What?

  Peter Mills : Okay.

  [hangs up] 

  Peter Mills : Vic agreed to talk. Just arrested Lullo. How'd you do that?

  Sylvie Brett : I just got you in the door. You did the rest.