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- You have been
training with Gallo.

- I'm not hiding
anything from you, Stella.

- Truck is not the farm team
for squad.

Back off.

- Maybe we can do without
the premium liquor upgrade.

- You only get married
for the last time once.

I thought we did a nice job

handling a our first
professional disagreement.

- Of course you do,

you got your way
and that was a lot.

- Violet didn't
restock the jump bag,

and we almost lost a patient.

- I don't screw up.
Not like that.

- Give me the spot at 51

or I can file a report
and she gets fired.

- I'm gonna kick her ass
when I see her.

You know that, right?

- I know it's frustrating,

but I have to make Emma think
I'm playing her game.

I don't think she was bluffing
about writing a report,

and if she files it,

I won't be able to stop
whatever happens next.

- Me getting fired, you mean.

- Me too, most likely.

What?

You don't think I'd let you
go down alone, do you?

- That just makes it worse,
you know?

- Don't worry,
I won't let that happen.

I'll figure something out.

We got two week's
till Brett's back on shift.

Let's not do anything
to provoke Emma.

Not a word
about this to anyone.

Okay?

♪

- Hey.
- Morning.

- Coffee?
- No, I'm all set.

Sorry.

Um...

♪

- You ready?

- Yup.

- Ooh!
- That's how the guys

at the World Egg Throwing
Championships do it.

Ooh, you got it?

Move back.
- All right.

Hey, remember,
it's all in the wrist.

Whoa!

- Uh-oh.

- Mouch is gonna kill us.
Get some paper towels.

- No, you're--you're thinking
of a Dirty Bird.

A Mudslide is when
you use Bailey's.

- A Dirty Bird?
- Yes.

- Dude, I don't think so.
I never even heard of that.

- It's a classic cocktail.
Violet, back me up here.

Connoisseur...
- Of what?

- Classic cocktails.

- Hey, there you are.

I've been looking
all over for you.

- Mm, I've been here
for 20 minutes.

Got you a latte, partner.

- Thanks, partner.
- Don't mention it.

- Someone's in
a good mood today.

- Whoa.
- Uh, what was that?

I thought you decided
to go a little easier on her.

- Everything's fine.

- You just threw away
a $7 coffee.

Something definitely happened.

- Truck 18, Squad 3,
Engine 51, Ambo 61.

Motor vehicle accident.
1200 West Damen.

♪

- Hey, Capp, Tony, let's have
extinguishers standing by.

Copy that.

- Back up.

♪

- Come on, buddy.
Watch your head. Take it easy.

- Hang on, sir.

We're gonna get you
out of here.

Gallo, Mason, jaws and ram.

- Copy that.
- All right.

- Hey, Herrmann, stretch
a hoseline as soon as you land.

Got a rolled over
food truck out here,

but it's got a propane tank.
- Copy that.

- Sit right here.
- Have a seat there.

Come on, come on.
We're just gonna have a seat.

- Come on.
- All right, all right.

Let me get...
- No, no, sit down.

- My truck.
I gotta go to my truck.

- Don't worry about that,
all right?

Let's just make sure
you're okay.

- Thank you.
Look into the light.

- Stay still. Dell--
- No, no, no, no, no!

- Hey! Wait! No! Wait!

No! No, no! Don't open that!

♪

- Cruz! Cruz, you okay?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm okay.

♪

I got him, boss.

- Hey, Capp, Tony, get
the extinguishers on this fire.

- Copy that!

- Hey, Herrmann,

we got a cooking oil fire
on this food truck.

Hurry up.
- Copy that. Almost there.

- How many victims do we have?
- We got at least two victims.

81 is extricating
the SUV driver right now.

- Okay. Ambo 61 to Main.

We're gonna need another ambo
at Damen and Roosevelt.

- Take it easy,
all right, buddy?

You got
the best in the business

taking care of you now.
- My truck.

It has everything in there.
I...

- Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Stay real still for me, okay?

I need to get a listen
to your airway.

Let's prep an IV.
- On it.

- Got it.

- How you doing up there?

- It feels like I got punched
in the face, but I'm okay.

The dash has got
his knees pinned tight.

Seat's back as far as it goes.

- We're gonna have you
out of here in two shakes.

Just relax.

- Okay, sir.
No, no, listen to me.

It's possible that
your airway's inflamed,

and we really don't want

to have to intubate you
right here.

So try to relax and we'll
get you to the hospital, okay?

- Stretch a crosslay.
- Copy that.

- Hey, Herrmann!

Herrmann, hurry up
with that hoseline!

There's a propane tank
in here that's gonna blow.

Let's go.

♪

- All right, 30 seconds.

- I need six more inches.

- Board's ready.

One more inch.

Can you move your legs?

- That's it. Okay.

- Let's go.
- Yup, got him. All right.

Let's go.

- Legs up.
- Go, go!

- Hey, hey, stop!

♪

- Hey, so glass is cleared.

We're ready to pick up

if you don't
need anything else.

- No, we got it from here.

- Well, check it out.

It's that tank
you were worried about.

A damn miracle it didn't blow.

- Somebody take the sports?
Oh, never mind.

- Mouch!

- Hey, hey, Mouch, you okay?

No, I am not.

How many times
have I warned you people?

Couches are meant to be sat on,
not flopped on.

Gallo.
- Whoa.

- Ritter.

- Hey, maybe it was
just old age?

- Old age. Uh-huh.

This was a wrongful death.

- Well, I hate
to point fingers,

but you were the last one
to be seen on it.

- I take it
you're not familiar with

the curious incident
of the dog in the night-time.

Did anyone in this room

hear the sound of wood cracking
when I sat down?

- No, actually.
- Mm-mm.

- No?
That's the curious incident.

- Ah, right, Sherlock Holmes.
- Nice call.

- I love a good mystery.

- If no one heard
the legs crack when I sat down,

then they were already broken.

Ergo, there's been a cover-up,

and I'm gonna get
to the bottom of it.

♪

- Hey, what was that
back there?

- What was what?

- Well, it seems like you can't

even be in the same room
as Emma anymore.

What happened?

- Nothing.

- Really?

Okay, if you say so.

- She's blackmailing Hawkins
to transfer me

and giving her my job at 51.
- Wait, what?

- Yeah, she threatened to file
a report saying

that I neglected to restock
the jump bag properly

and endangered a patient,
which is total crap.

But she claims
to have witnesses,

so if Hawkins takes my side...

- She knows you two
are seeing each other.

- It's a mess.

- I'm gonna kill her.
- Whoa, whoa, wait.

You cannot say anything.

I do not want her to know
that I know.

Hawkins stalled her by saying

he can't make the transfer
happen until Brett gets back,

so if she finds out
you know then...

- Why'd you tell me then?

- Because I...

I felt like my head
was gonna explode

if I didn't
vent this to someone.

But please, Blake, I do not
want to make things any worse.

Just promise me that
you won't do or say anything

to anyone.

- Yeah, I don't know
if I can do that.

♪

- Ritter, you're pretty handy
with that camera-thingy.

- My phone, you mean?

- Come over here and snap
a couple pictures, will you?

- I could show you
how to use yours.

- Get this right here.

The other side too.
Get in real close.

Get a couple different angles.

See how the wood
is cracked there...

- Uh-huh.
- And there?

That would suggest the deadly
force was applied laterally.

- Oh, yeah. Look at that.

And there's a scratch on the
floor in the same direction.

You think that's important?
- No detail is too small.

We have to document
everything in situ.

Once third shift comes in,

the crime scene will be
hopelessly contaminated.

- Hey, look here.
Is this evidence?

- No, that's lint.

♪

- Good.
Just keep shooting

while I go research
the tensile strength

of these eight millimeter
hanger bolts

and see who around here
weighs enough

to cause this level of damage.

♪

Mouch is in there
doing a full-on CSI thing.

- No.
- Yeah.

Hey, is it just me or you
seem happier this shift?

- I think we turned a corner.

- Figured it was
only a matter of time.

Oh, hey, look at you.

You don't see a lot of floaters

putting up pictures
in their locker.

I'm permanent and I'm still
way too superstitious for that.

Like, the moment
I get too comfortable...

boom.

Somebody'll find a reason
to snatch me up out of here.

- A lot of people
think that way,

but I think
they got it backwards.

If you ask me, it's all about

manifesting what you want,
Mason.

I really believe that.

- Yeah, it started last night.

It's not bad, but we should
probably bring her in

for service within
the next week or so.

- I mean, it's no big deal.

Just because
you were my best man,

I wasn't expecting to be
your best man or anything.

It's cool.
- Is it?

- Yeah, yeah, totally.

I'm just saying, I'm here
for you anyway, you know?

Sort of like a second best man.

In case there's any best man
duties that Casey can't fulfill

because he doesn't live here
and I do.

- We'll see about all that
wedding stuff and who knows.

- Who knows?
About the wedding?

- It's a long way off,
that's all.

- Hey, isn't that
the food truck guy?

- Hey, it's Dell, right?
- Yeah.

- Hey, how's it going there,
Chef?

- No shortness of breath,
right?

- It feels like
I have a chest cold,

but, you know, I'm okay.

- Yeah, I'm surprised
Med discharged you this soon.

These look like
second-degree burns.

- That's what they said,
but I can't really afford

a whole, big
medical situation right now.

- Well, that bandage is loose.

You gotta keep
those burns covered.

There's a high risk
of you getting...

- Listen, I don't want to
take up too much of your time.

I was think y'all might know
where they towed my truck.

- Uh, no, no.
Don't you have the 800 number?

- I've called.
Left a couple of messages,

but it's impossible to get
a real person on the phone.

- If you want, I can
make a few calls

and look into it for you.

- Would you?
That'd be real helpful.

- Yeah, here.
Just write down your number

and if we find it,
I'll give you a ring.

- Thanks.

Look, I really appreciate it,
Lieutenant.

- It's Kelly Severide.

- All right, thank you.
- Yeah, absolutely.

And, hey, keep those burns
covered up.

- Yeah, seriously.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

- So I just got
a calendar reminder.

I forgot we had scheduled
the tasting at the venue today.

- Right.
- Mm.

Should we blow it off?

You okay with that?

- Yeah, totally.

I mean, yeah.
I actually...I have a...

bunch of paperwork
to do anyway.

- Yeah, I was hoping
to track down

that food truck from yesterday.

- Oh, there you go.
Win-win.

- Yeah, yeah,
I'll see you at home.

- Yeah.

- Hey, Lieutenant.
- Hey.

- Oh, hey, I can help you
track down that food truck,

if you want.

- Uh...

you sure?

I know you got family
waiting for you at home.

- Actually, I don't.

Chloe's at work,
Javi's at school,

and Otis is at daycare.

Besides,
I'm your second best man.

Told you there'd be duties.

- Sounds good,
but with discretionary budgets

we've always
got to allow for...

Let me call you back.

What can I do for you, Gallo?

- Violet told me
what Emma's doing.

And you're not seriously
gonna go along with

this blackmail scheme, are you?
- Of course not.

- Okay, so what are you
gonna do about it?

- It's complicated.

- Oh, I know
how complicated it is.

- Yeah, well,
no offense, Gallo,

but it's not really
your business.

- Like hell,
it's not my business.

Violet's my friend

and I care about her too much
to just stand by

while some sociopath tries
to blow up her career.

- I'm handling it.
- Okay. How?

♪

- Well, I pulled
her personnel file

from her time
over at Glen Ellyn.

- And?

- She came with such
a strong recommendation,

I almost didn't notice it
when she first applied.

There's faint lines
in the space

right after
disciplinary action,

like someone whited out
what was in the original

and then typed
"Not Applicable" over it

when they photocopied it.
- Yeah, yeah, I see it.

- Yeah, I was gonna
go out there and talk to

her old chief,
but if the brass

catches wind of it,
they may start asking

hard questions
I'm not ready to answer yet.

- Well, I'll go talk to him.
- Whoa.

I don't know.

- We're on the same side here.

We both care about
what's best for Violet,

so let me do this.

♪

- Hey.

We're looking for a food truck

that might've been
towed here yesterday.

It's a Ford Step Van.

- Bright yellow
with the caved-in roof?

- There you go.
Fourth time's the charm.

- Hey, can you let us in?

We're just gonna get back there
and take a look at it.

- Yep.

It's third row from the
west side about 100 yards in.

- Thanks.
- No problem.

- So what are we
doing here exactly?

I thought we were
just trying to locate it.

- I don't know.

Something about the way
the guy was acting.

The scene and at 51.

Probably nothing,
I just wanted to take a peek.

- Is it full?
- Yeah, it feels like it.

I don't remember hearing
the blowoff valve whistle

during the fire, you?

- Mm-mm.

Smell anything?

- Nothing, that's the problem.
It should smell like mercaptan.

- Hey, wait a minute.
Is that a seam?

That's not normal, right?
- No.

Hey, can you grab the bottom?

♪

- Whoa.

- Yeah, it's in the middle row

about 100 yards
from the west side fence.

Yeah, red and yellow.
Thanks, Upton.

Yeah, yeah, I'll be here.
I'll be waiting for you.

Excuse me.

Hey, do you know if anyone

called over here
about the food truck today?

- Not since I got here
at 7:00 this morning.

- All right, well, if they do,

can you do me a favor
and just give me a heads up?

- Sure thing.

- Hey, how's it going?

Do you guys know where
I might find Chief Guerin?

You're Chief Guerin.

- This is not some
big city department.

Everybody has to get
their hands dirty around here.

You're a fireman then?
- Yes, sir. Blake Gallo.

- Well, to what do we
owe the pleasure, Gallo?

- Would you mind
if we talked in private?

- What can I do for you?

- Well, um, I wanted to ask you
a few questions

about a medic who worked here.
Emma Jacobs.

She's been filling in
at Firehouse 51

for the last few weeks,
and I was wondering

if I could get a little more...
- Pursuant of GFD policy,

I'm not at liberty to discuss
disciplinary matters

pertaining to any current

or former members
of this department.

- Okay.

- Anything else?

- She's trying to blackmail
our paramedic chief.

- Like I said,

pursuant to department policy,
I'm not at...

- Liberty to discuss.
- I heard you.

- Did you?
- Yeah.

And I'm talking about
real people here, Chief.

Good people whose careers
are at stake.

Look, I don't know
what she did,

but I'm betting
it's pretty messed up.

I can see that much
on your face.

And look, now she's at it again

somewhere else trying
to hurt other people.

Are you really okay with that?

- Pursuant to GFD policy,
I'm not at liberty to discuss.

- All right. Thank you.

♪

- I put together a list
of firefighters at 51

whose weight exceeds 200 pounds

and cross-referenced it with
this call log from last shift,

this chore schedule,
and this television schedule.

To narrow down
the time of death--

or whatever you want
to call it--

to between 5:17 a.m.
when first shift

returned from their last call

and 7:52 a.m. when second shift
got its first call.

And based on that,
I compiled this.

- This is a long list
of suspects, Mouch.

You want to go interview all
these people on our day off?

- Listen, everybody knows
the first 48 hours

of an investigation
are critical, so...

let's get a move on, Watson.

Got to run.
Handle the incoming.

- We always handle
the incoming.

Uh.

Do you guys know what you're
doing about the booze yet?

'Cause I would be
more than happy

to provide all of it at cost.

- Well, we settled on
a liquor package at the venue,

and then Severide thought
it was too expensive.

So, you know, maybe we will
call off the wedding.

- Hey.

Talk to me. What's going on?

- Things have been weird.

You know, it's like
the more real it gets,

the less we want
to talk about it.

We went from writing
deposit checks

to just avoiding the subject
altogether.

- Wedding jitters are normal.

- I don't know
if that's it, though.

You know, I...

just part of me wonders
if we ever really got over

the whole me going MIA thing.

Or if he's hanging on
to something.

Or I...

If we just--if we both
have so much baggage

when it comes to marriage

that it was bound
to spill out eventually.

I don't know,
maybe there's a good reason

we've been putting
this off for so long.

- Yeah, I'm sure there is.

Who are we kidding?

All right, there's gotta be
a bunch of good reasons

not to go through with it,

and there's only one
real reason,

one good reason, to do it.

Because you love each other.

- The love part is easy.

I never question that.

- Well, there you go then.

All right, keep it simple.
That's my advice.

♪

♪

- Hey, you found my truck.

Oh, man.

Look at that.

- Don't make things any worse.

- Thanks for the tip.

- Hey, hey, don't, don't...

- Chicago PD,
get your hands up.

Get them up.

Put your hands
behind your head.

Interlace your fingers
and get down on your knees.

Do it slowly.

- Bad call, Kelly.

You have no idea
what you just stepped into.

- You have the right
to remain silent,

but by all means, keep talking.
Get up.

- I almost feel bad for you.

♪

- Yeah, thanks.
No, I appreciate the update.

Will do. Yeah, keep me posted.

There was $100,00 worth
of iso on that truck.

- $100,000, I mean, that seems
like a lot for one guy.

- Yeah, I thought that too.

Upton says with all his priors,

he's probably gonna
be away for a long time.

- That's good at least.
- Yeah.

- Hey.

I love you.

- I love you too.

- Hey, Lieutenant, whatever
happened with that food truck?

- Go. Fill him in.

♪

- Damn.

♪

I'll be damned.

Damn right it is.

- Damn.

♪

- Hey, you got a minute?
She's in the common room.

- Okay.

- So I talked to Hawkins.
- You what?

- And he gave me the name of
Emma's old chief in Glen Ellyn,

so I went out there
and talked to the guy.

- You went all the way out
to Glen Ellyn?

- Something shady happened,

and he's trying to cover it up,
I just know it.

- I can't believe you did that.

- Yeah, I didn't get anything
concrete, unfortunately,

but after talking
to that chief,

I know what we're dealing with.

And I'm sorry.
I know you told me

not to do anything,
but I just--so don't be mad.

- Oh, I am not mad, Gallo.
I...

- Ambo 61, person down.
1355 North Taylor.

- That's us.

♪

- I had the left turn arrow.

She crossed
right in front of me.

It wasn't my fault.

- Okay, grab the jump bag
and I'll get...

- How we doing, ma'am?
What's your name?

- Nadine Wendell.

- Where does it hurt,
Mrs. Wendell?

- Mostly my knee.

The guy sped around the corner
like a bat out of hell.

- I had the arrow.

- Sir, I need you
to stay back there

until the police arrive, okay?

- Blood pressure cuff please.

- Let's back up
a few feet first.

Get her away from the street.

Ma'am, how do you feel about
trying to stand up right now?

- I got it, Violet.

Can you please just hand me
the blood pressure cuff?

♪

- Let's get her away
from the street right now.

There we go. Easy.

- Okay, okay,
here's the deal, Tony.

We know the World
Egg Throwing Championships

were on ESPN the morning
of the crime,

and we know
you were in the kitchen

at the time making eggs.

You had the means,
the opportunity...

- I had nothing to do with it.
- Okay, I--

Okay, Tony, you're free to go.

For now.

- Thank you.

♪

- Here's the deal, Capp.

We know the World
Egg Throwing Championship...

- It was me and Tony.

I'm sorry, Mouch.
I'm real sorry.

♪

- I don't know
what to say, Violet.

You saved my life.

- Yeah, well, that's the job,
isn't it?

- I'm not a bad person,
you know?

We all make mistakes, don't we?

But that's the best part
about this job.

Every day we get a chance
to balance out the scales.

All I'm trying to say
is thank you

for what you did
for me back there.

I mean that
from the bottom of my heart.

♪

- Help, over here!
Please, she's over here!

- What happened?

- My wife,
she's bleeding really bad.

Please hurry,
she's just over here.

♪

- Truck 81, do you copy?

- Sorry, Chief, I know we're
running into the third shift.

We're five minutes out.

- Stella,
there's been an incident.

♪

- Stella Kidd?
- Yeah.

- Right this way.

- Kelly, oh, my God.

Are you okay?
Where does it hurt?

Is anything broken?

- No. I'm okay.

God.

I mean, do you think
this has something to do

with the food truck?
- Maybe, I don't know.

Boden's out there
talking to the cops right now.

- God, you look like
you're in pain.

How bad is it?

- I'll let you know
when the meds wear off.

♪

- I just--I was so terrified

when I heard Boden
on the radio.

You know, I just...

God, my mind went to the worst.

- Everything's okay.
It's okay.

- Stella, I love you.

- I know, and I just--I know
I've been pushing too hard

to get my way
on everything lately.

- Yeah, but I think
we both know

it's not the real problem here.

It's insane.

We run into burning buildings
for a living.

Why the hell are
we so scared of this?

- Maybe because we don't know
what the hell we're doing.

There's no academy for this.

- The only way to learn
how to run into a real fire...

is by doing it.

So let's just do it.

Let's not wait
another four months.

Let's do it next week.

♪

- That sounds perfect.

- Sorry to interrupt.

Severide,
this is Detective Pryma.

He's with
the Narcotic Division.

- How you doing, Kelly?
- I'm all right.

- So that food truck guy
we picked up yesterday,

Dell Cotner?

Turns out he's cousins
with this guy.

- He was there.
- Yeah, Thomas Campbell.

Now, his organization's become
one of the biggest players

in the Midwest opioid trade
the last few years.

That truck was
their first foray into retail.

Just so you know,

we're throwing
everything we got at this.

All right, we're gonna do
our best to get these guys.

But you just really
need to stay alert.

- Okay.
You keep us posted.

- Thanks.

♪

- How's he doing, Chief?

- He's pretty banged up,
but he's in good spirits.

Should be able to help
the police ID those guys.

So hopefully, they will be
off the streets soon enough.

- You know, times like these

really make you take stock
of what's important.

- Couldn't agree more.

- What do you want, Mouch?

IKEA, Bob's Discount Furniture?

Don't let the name fool you.
They got great stuff.

- Uh-huh.

I think we both know
what I want.

I spent three glorious hours
on it

at your last Super Bowl party.

- Not my blue couch.
It's vintage.

- I'm not asking, Capp.

- What are you doing here?

- Been doing a lot
of thinking, Chief.

About Violet
and the whole situation there.

- Okay.

- Here's the thing, Chief.

I'm kind of over
the stall tactics.

I'm ready to make 51
my permanent home.

We don't need to wait
for Brett to get back.

I need you to make it happen
by next shift, okay?

♪

♪