Blake Gallo: Hey, morning.
Sylvie Brett: Morning.
Violet Mikami: Hey.
Darren Ritter: Hey, it was good to see you last night at Molly's, Vi.
Sylvie Brett: Yeah, it's been nice having you around more often.
Blake Gallo: Except when you kicked my ass at darts.
Violet Mikami: Well, I can't help my natural skill, Gallo. You know that.
Randall McHolland: Carver, why aren't you ever at Molly's?
Sam Carver: I'm there now and then. I like to mix it up, that's all. Different night, different adventure.
Randall McHolland: Three months in, Carver's still an all-out mystery.
Blake Gallo: Hey, look.
[Carver has left his locker open. Gallo peaks inside]
Sylvie Brett: Uh, don't do that! Invasion of privacy.
Blake Gallo: [scoffs] Come on, there's no privacy anymore.
Darren Ritter: He's not wrong.
Sylvie Brett: I don't like this.
Violet Mikami: Ooh, does he have any pictures taped up in there?
Darren Ritter: Oh, I didn't see any.
Blake Gallo: I see deodorant, change of clothes, no pictures.
Darren Ritter: That's it?
Randall McHolland: Man could be a serial killer for all we know.
[alarm blares]
Emergency dispatch: Engine 51, Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambo 61, explosion reported. Wabash and...
Randall McHolland: That's Jeweler's Row, isn't it?