Steven R. McQueen: Jimmy Borelli

Let It Burn

Jimmy Borelli

Wallace Boden: What is this?
Danny Borrelli: Yo, Chief Boden. Danny Borrelli. Jimmy's big brother. I'm over at Engine 67. Listen, uh, Jimmy told me about the whole misunderstanding earlier...
Wallace Boden: Misunderstanding?
Danny Borrelli: Yeah, we were just hazing him. We didn't think it'd be a big deal...
Jimmy Borelli: Look, Chief, the long and short of it is, is that I blew it. I got nobody to blame but myself. I...
Danny Borrelli: Jimmy, the Chief and I are talking.
Jimmy Borelli: I just wanted to apologize for disrespecting you like that. I--I am truly sorry. You deserve much better from a new candidate. Come on, Danny, let's give the Chief his office back.
Danny Borrelli: That's it? That's your big speech?
[Danny leaves and Chief Boden closes the door in front of Jimmy]
Wallace Boden: You be here one hour before next shift. Not a minute later. You will not get another chance.
Jimmy Borelli: I'll be here two hours early and the floors will be mopped. Thank you, Chief.
Wallace Boden: Good.

Danny Borrelli: Whoo!
Matthew Casey: What the hell's going on?
Danny Borrelli: Got a special delivery for you. Fresh from the CFD stork. Come on, buddy.
[he and his friend pull his brother Jimmy, who is tied in plastic wrapping and has duct tape over his mouth, out of the car trunk]
Danny Borrelli: Hoo! Good luck with the new candidate, fellas.
[he and his friend drive out of Firehouse 51's driveway, narrowly missing an oncoming car]
Christopher Herrmann: And the Moron of the Year award goes to...
Jimmy Borelli: [Otis takes off the duct tape wrapped around Jimmy's mouth] Ah! Oh, man. What a show, huh? It's not my idea. Danny, he's a, uh, he's a real piece of work.
Matthew Casey: Chief... meet our new candidate, Jimmy Borrelli.
Jimmy Borelli: Oh, Chief. I was just telling them that, you know...
Wallace Boden: You been drinkin'?
Jimmy Borelli: No, sir, on my honor, I haven't touched a drop. Danny was pouring beer on me in the back. I-I told him, though, not to.
Wallace Boden: Go home, Borrelli. And don't come back to 51.
Jimmy Borelli: Sir...
Jessica Chilton: I gotcha. I'm Chilli.
[alarm blares]
Emergency dispatch: Ambulance 61, female in distress, Racine El Station.
Sylvie Brett: Bummer.
[as Brett and Chilli leave, Mouch takes out his knife and cuts off the plastic wrapping around Jimmy]