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- My aunt,

out of nowhere, after
all these years,

wants to make nice.

- I thought his
family wasn't around.

- When he was a kid,
there was a fire.

They were able to pull him out,

but Mom, Dad, little sister...

- He lost them all.

- Why are you here?

- I have been clean
for a few months now.

- You disappeared.

- I was 23.

I was a kid.
- No!

No, I was a kid!

My aunt's at a bar
in Logan Square.

Damn it.

[tense music]

♪

Lacey, it's Blake.

It's Blake. Can you hear me?

[flames roaring]

Hey! Hey, you
two, help him out!

Come on!

Come on.

- Screw this!
- Hey, don't let him leave!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey. Hey, you gotta sit down.

- Hey, Lacey.
Lacey, stay with me.

OK.

Lacey. [sirens wailing]

Lacey, it's Blake.

Lacey.

Lacey.

Come on!

Over here! Come on!

Obvious fracture, left arm.

She's unresponsive with
lacerations to the forehead.

Pulse is weak and rapid.

- You a doctor?
- Firefighter.

You better roll an
engine out here.

- 76 to Main, we need an engine.

- Copy, 76.
- Okay. Okay, we got it.

- Let's go!

Give me that blanket.

I got her.

All right, on me.

One, two, three.

All right, I got
this. I got this.

You get ready to go.
- Copy.

- Thanks. We got it from here.

- No, I'm coming
with. She's my aunt.

Thank you.

- Run the fluids wide.
- Copy.

- Any medical history
I should know about?

Allergic to anything?
- I'm not sure.

- Is she on any medications?

- Not that I know of.

She's been drinking.

- Yeah, I picked up on that.

- Who do we have here?
- 40-year-old female.

MVA with head trauma.
Obvious fracture, left arm.

- Her name is Lacey Hoffman.

- Nephew, CFD. Found
her on the scene.

- Let's get her in trauma three.

- On me. One, two, three.

- Check her vitals, please.

- OK, you got it.

[indistinct chatter]

- [sighs] Come on.

♪

That he forgot that
he left his car

on the side of the road
with the keys in it.

- I don't think he forgot.
He just didn't care.

He wasn't gonna
leave the hospital

until his aunt was
out of surgery.

- But she's gonna be OK?
- I don't know.

He left when she
was still sedated.

- I hope he gets some
rest too, poor guy.

- Oh, he won't.

He insisted on
coming into shift.

- I'm sure he needs
a distraction.

- You good?

- Yeah, I'm just spacing out.

- I heard about your
aunt. Is she gonna be OK?

- She was stable last I
checked, so that's good.

- Was she the one
behind the wheel?

- No, some random who
picked her up at the bar.

The guy had a suspended license,

blood alcohol level
twice the legal limit.

Walks away with
cuts and bruises.

- Always the ones at
fault who don't get hurt.

- I was pretty angry with
her the last time we spoke.

I shouldn't have
said what I said.

- Why not?

You think this is on you?
Her falling off the wagon?

- She was doing pretty
good up to that point.

- She's perfectly capable
of screwing up her life

without any help from you.

She's proven that much.
- Mm.

- You had every right
to say what you said.

- Dylan?

What are you doing here?

- I'm in trouble.

- Uh-oh.
- Yeah.

And my mother always
said, if I'm in trouble,

run down to the firehouse
and ask for help.

- Sounds serious.
Are you hurt?

- OK, if you guys are
about to play doctor,

please leave me out of it.

- As fun as that sounds,
here's the actual thing.

My brother is making me
ditch all my responsibilities

and go to Vegas for the weekend.

- Oh, "making" you.

- He's my big brother. That's
how it works, you know?

- Of course. So
what do you need?

You want me to run your
bar for a couple of days?

Play left wing on
your rec league?

- No, way more fun.
You're gonna love this.

I'm booked to do a magic show
at the hospital on Saturday.

- And you want me to
cancel it for you?

- No, I need you to
be my understudy.

- Oh, that's bad idea.

- Oh, come on. You'd
be great at it.

The kids love you.

- I'm not a magician.

- Neither am I. Look.

- Oh, you came prepared.

- Everything you need to
be a magician is in here.

You have instruction
books, props, flash paper,

silk streamers, top hat.
- Oh.

Dylan, I don't know.

- Why not?

You already know how
all the tricks work.

I mean, if I can do
it, you sure can.

You perform actual miracles
every day on the job.

Come on. What do you say?

- [groaning]

- Sylvie, it's for the children.

- Oh, fine.
- OK.

Great. [chuckles]

You're not gonna regret this.

Once you get a taste
of the limelight...

[alarm blares]

- Ambo 61. Squad 3.

- I'll leave all
this here for you.

You're gonna kill this.
- Truck 81. Structure fire.

2958 West Pershing Road.

[sirens wailing]

- That smoke looks nasty.
- Yeah.

- My neighbor, Rita,
she's still inside.

I heard an explosion. Then
the whole building shook.

- OK, ma'am. Go
with this lady.

- OK, it looks like we
got possible residents

on the second floor.

But this industrial
supply company,

I've cited them multiple times

for improperly storing
ammoniated compounds, so...

[explosion]

OK, we need to clear
those apartments

before there's another blast.
- Copy, Chief.

- Truck, Squad,
rapid primary search

on the second
floor. No lingering.

Herrmann, I want
two lines out there.

Hold that fire back.
- You got it, Chief.

- All right, Tony,
find those utilities.

Capp, you're with me.
- Mouch, raise the aerial.

Carver, Gallo, let's go.

- Copy.
- Copy.

- 226 to Main, emergency.

Start in a still and box alarm.

Hazmat level one.

Come on, let's go!
Let's go! Let's go!

- Come on!
[radio chatter]

- All right, Squad is
gonna take the third floor.

Truck, you take two.

- Copy. In and out,
like Chief said.

All right, Carver, head back
and clear the corner unit.

- Copy that, Lieutenant.

- Gallo, you and me will
take these apartments.

- Copy.

- Stay low!

Fire department!

Call out!

Gallo!

Check the bedroom.
- Copy.

The bedroom's clear, Lieutenant.

[groaning]

- Hey.

What's wrong?
- I'm...

I'm itching all over.
My arms are burning.

- I feel it too.

Chief, the smoke is bad.

There's some kind of a
corrosive substance in the air.

- Same story here, Chief.
Our skin's on fire.

- Squad 3, Truck 81,
evacuate immediately.

- Fire department! Call out!

- [coughing]

- I have a victim.
Coming out now.

Hey, take it easy. I got you.

- [wheezing]

[sirens wailing]

- OK, Chief.

- Hey.

Stand by for decon duties.
- All right.

- Chief Boden.
- Yep.

- What's the situation?

- Multiple explosions
on the street level.

Possible hydrogen gas.

But could be muriatic
acid from the supply store

reacting with metal shavings
from this machine shop.

- Copy that, Chief.
We'll handle it.

- Good.

[groaning]

- Hey, make way.

- [gasping]

- You good?

- Squad, Truck,
return to quarters.

Shower and change.

- [wheezing]

- Hey. What happened
to your mask?

- She knocked it off.

- All right.
- We need to intubate her now.

- [wheezing continues]

- Hey, you OK?

Carver!

- Hey!

- Sam Carver, firefighter.
Came in about 30 minutes ago.

- Yeah, trauma four.

- Lean forward for me.

Friends?

- Family.

- How's he doing?
- Not bad, considering.

His bronchial linings took a hit

from the chemicals he inhaled,

but there's no fluid.

And his oxygen
saturation is solid.

- Well, that's... good?
- It is.

But we're gonna keep him
overnight just to be safe.

- Any word on the
victim he came in with?

- She didn't fare as well.
Her lungs took a hit.

We had to put her
on a ventilator.

- All right, we're gonna
get out of your hair

and let you rest.

You take it easy.

- Um...

Lieutenant, can
I check on Lacey?

- Oh, of course. Yeah, go.

We'll wait for you.

- You're awake.

- Look at you in your uniform.

[groans]
- Oh, uh, how are you feeling?

- I'm OK.

Dr. Charles told
me you're the one

that found me in the
car after the crash.

He said if it wasn't for you...

- The ambulance got
there pretty quickly

and took over, so...

- Well, I'm glad you were there.

Blake, I'm really sorry
about all of this.

The accident, the weird
drunk texts, and...

Anyway, now you know

what you've been
missing all these years.

- Hmm.

- I wish your mom could see you.

She would be so proud.

- I'm... I'm actually
still on shift,

and my lieutenant's
waiting for me downstairs.

- Oh, yeah. Of course.

- I'll stop by when I'm off.

- OK.

- Hey, Blake.

You got a second to
talk about your aunt?

- Yeah. Yeah, of course.

- So they have her on a
peripheral nerve blocker

to deal with the post-operative
pain instead of an opiate.

But when she leaves
the hospital,

she's gonna be

in a considerable
amount of discomfort.

- And there's nothing
you can prescribe?

- There's plenty I could
prescribe, but, you know,

she's concerned
about her sobriety,

so she wants to
tough out the pain.

- Well, that seems a
little counterproductive.

Don't you think?

- Pretty common response

from people in recovery.

- I just...

I don't want her to suffer
any more than she has to.

- Well, there is another
option, all right?

You might ask her if
she would be comfortable

with you dispensing the
prescription medications.

You know, you're her nephew.
You're a trained medic.

It's a pretty common workaround.

So, you know, just give
it a think, all right?

'Cause she's got a
tough road ahead of her.

- OK. Thank you.

- You bet.

- I wrote them up
at least twice back

when I was a battalion chief,

but they are still
storing massive quantities

of hazardous material in
a residential building.

I'm here to find out why.

- Chief, I get that
you're mad about this.

And if you did report them,
I assure you, we followed up.

- Then why are they still at it?

- I don't know.

But we take every
violation seriously.

- If that were the
case, I wouldn't have

a firefighter and a
victim in the hospital

with chemical burns right now.

- Hell, I...

I'm sorry, Chief.

Are they gonna be OK?

- God willing.

But we wouldn't be
asking this question

if you'd have done your job.

- I'll get to the bottom of it.

What's that address?

- 3958 South Pershing.

Loomis Industrial Supply.

What is it?

You know the place?

Look, Director Valencia.

I'm not leaving your
office without answers.

- OK.

But you gotta close the door.

- OK, this one's
a little simpler.

Upside-down water bottle trick.

What do you think?

- Simple, but messy.

- Well, then I have nothing.

I can't find one trick that
I can learn by Saturday.

- You did the floating
card one earlier.

- The card never levitated.

Of all the weekends
Dylan's brother

could have dragged
him out of town.

- FaceTime him and have
him walk you through one.

- I don't want to
interrupt him on his trip.

Plus, we could use the space.

- What? You guys
seem great together.

- We do, but I'm still
kind of finding my footing

after Hurricane Matt blew in
through town without warning.

Hey, how's Carver?

- Oh, he's fine, the faker.

Minor burn of the trachea.

- Ouch.

- Mm, Brett, you got a sec?
- Sure.

- Hey, I talked to
Dr. Charles at Med,

and he said Lacey's
not accepting

anything stronger
than ibuprofen.

- Sobriety concerns?
- Yeah.

- Brett and I run into
this a lot actually.

- I figured.

Any advice?

- Best thing you can do is

come up with a
treatment plan with her.

Given those injuries, that
acute post-surgical pain

is gonna kick her ass.

- Yeah.

- Maybe you should talk to her,

let her know you're
there to support her.

Look, either she's gonna have
to suffer through the pain

or she's gonna take the meds
and wrestle with her addiction.

Either way, she's
gonna need help.

- OK, uh, just pick a card.

Yeah.

- [sighs]
- OK.

OK, now put it back in the deck.

OK, and everyone can see

that Cruz's card is completely
lost in the deck, right?

- Yes.
- Oh, yeah.

- OK, so...

OK.

Yeah, OK.

Ah.

Was your card the ten of hearts?

- [chuckles] No.

- Shoot.

- Hey, Chief, how'd
it go downtown?

- Not good. What's
the word on Carver?

- Looks like he's gonna be OK.

Little damage to the throat,

but not enough to
keep him quiet.

- Ha!
- What happened?

You read them the riot act?

- Yeah, not that
it did me any good.

That chemical company has got
a guardian angel somewhere.

Every time they get
caught in a violation,

the investigating
agency gets pushback

from someone up the food chain.

- Well, that's disgusting.

- Well, what do we do to
find this guardian angel?

- The company supplies pool
cleaning chemicals to the city,

so it's probably someone
involved with city contracts.

But whoever it is must
have some real juice.

Valencia thinks it goes all the
way up to the city treasurer,

but I don't know.
- [coughs]

The treasurer as in Don Ramsey?

- Yep, but I don't buy it.

Ramsey seems like a
decent enough guy, right?

- Chief, there's something
I gotta tell you.

.

- The fire was hardly anything.

We never even had
to stretch a hose.

But after, in my
sweep of the building,

I came across Don Ramsey
hiding in a closet

with a woman who
was not his wife,

and they were both half-dressed.

- Hang on. Are you talking
about the artist lady?

'Cause you told me that
you didn't get the name

of the guy that
you saw her with.

- Which was technically true.

I didn't realize who
he was until later.

But the point is,

he was scared I was
gonna rat him out,

so he started
keeping tabs on me,

making all kinds of threats.

- What kind of threats?

- My job, my lieutenant's job.

He said he'd come after
the whole firehouse.

- And you decided to take
the fate of this firehouse

into your own hands?

- It just felt like something

I had to handle one
on one, so I did.

- You shouldn't have
kept me in the dark.

And you don't ever lie
to your lieutenant.

- It wasn't my intention to.

I was just trying not to make
waves for Lieutenant Herrmann.

He and Cindy were
in the thick of it,

and I just didn't want
to add to his stress.

- Continue.

- Anyway, in the course
of that whole mess,

I got a real unvarnished
look at Don Ramsey.

He's a sketchy dude.

A liar, a cheat.

Perfectly willing to use
the powers of his office

in a personal vendetta.

The guy basically stalked me

using his connections
to the CFD.

- So he's more than
willing to use his position

for personal gain.

That could include payouts.

- Ramsey has gotten a lot of ink

for how he's managed to turn
the city's finances around.

Maybe the secret to his success
is giving out illicit contracts

to shady companies
who cut corners,

like Loomis Industrial Supply.

- He's the city
treasurer, Chief.

I mean, how do you go after
a guy like that head-on?

- Well, maybe we need to
move this up the chain.

DC Hill is a good
place to start.

She is a political animal, but
she knows right from wrong.

- Kylie!

Call DC Hill's office.

See how fast you can get
a meeting on the books.

- I'm on it, Chief.
- All right.

OK.

- Hey.

I'm really sorry, Lieutenant.

- I appreciate you keeping
an eye out for me, Ritter,

but you don't have to
protect me from bad news.

I can handle it.

- It won't happen again.

- Was your card the
ten of diamonds?

- Almost. Eight of hearts.

Also, you're dropping cards
all over the firehouse.

- Oh.

Hey, Capp.

[stammering] Oh, come on.

Just let me try it
on you one more time.

- I blame myself.
I encouraged her.

- Those poor kids. That
show is gonna blow.

- [laughing]

- Hey, thank you for yesterday.

I think I know a way
that I can support her,

but I could use your help.

- Yeah, whatever you need.
- Cool.

- I've been asking around
to some of the folks

who worked with Ramsey
when he was with the CFD.

The more I learn about the man,

the more certain I am
that it has to be him.

I'm just asking you, what's
the best approach here?

- If I were you, I'd file
an anonymous complaint

with the inspector
general's office.

Then I'd go back to my district
and forget the whole thing.

- An anonymous complaint
won't move the needle.

If Don Ramsey is responsible

for those illegally
stored chemicals,

he has to answer for it.
- If he's responsible.

But you have no
concrete proof of that.

- That's why we need an
investigation to find proof.

- We're talking about one
of the most powerful people

in Chicago.

A man who could bust us
both down to battalion chief

with a single phone call.

And that's if he wants
to go easy on us.

Chief, without
any hard evidence,

you got nothing.

- So I'm supposed to just...

forget about it?

- You don't take a shot at the
king unless you can kill him.

- Mm.

- Joyce is looking pretty
good, don't you think?

Maybe we bump her down
to biweekly visits.

- I am never gonna
land this, am I?

I could have sworn she
had the five of spades.

- Hey, she has
early-onset dementia.

She probably didn't remember
what her card even was.

- I can't believe I
agreed to do this.

- It's the clap.

You're missing the clap.

- The clap?

What's that?

- This...

is an abomination to magic.

[sighs]

Now on three, clap.

One, two, three.

I distracted you when
you clapped your hands.

It's the secret
sauce to the trick.

That one, you get for free.

- Oh, Mouch, you have
to help me on Saturday.

These kids are
gonna eat me alive.

- Toughest crowds
are kids, Brett.

- No, please.

Please, don't make me beg.

- Fine.

But learn the basics first.

Number one: there's no
such thing as magic.

Just illusion.

- The flower is a nice touch.

- Thanks.

- I guess all
those hours of HGTV

didn't go to waste after all.

It's nice of you to give
up your bed for Lacey.

It sure beats
recovering at a hotel.

- We'll see. I mean,
I haven't had a chance

to run it by her yet.

- Post-op recovery is no joke.

She's very lucky you're
doing this for her.

- Yeah.

- Hey, what's that look about?

- It doesn't take a psychiatrist

to know why I'm in
this line of work.

I pretty much
spent my whole life

trying to go back
and save my sister.

- Aw, Blake.
- No, it's delusional.

I know. I can't
help it, but...

The other night, when I
pulled Lacey out of that car,

that was the first save
I've ever felt, like,

even just a little bit
of, like, redemption.

So I'm not sure if
I'm doing this for her

or if it's for me.

- It doesn't matter
why you're doing it.

This is a kindness
that could change

the whole trajectory
of her life.

Come on. Let's clear
out all the booze.

- [exhales sharply]

We're gonna need a bigger box.

- [giggles]

- Um, my wife ordered online.

Name's Boden.
- One second.

- Boden, as in Wallace
Boden? Don Ramsey.

We met a few years back at
one CFD event or another.

- Yeah, sure.

Do you, uh... You
live around here?

- No, but I'll always go
out of my way for Manny's.

Hey, you're at Firehouse
51 still, right?

I heard one of your
guys got hurt yesterday.

Not too bad, I hope.

- He's recovering.

- Good. Good.

My days with the
CFD are behind me,

but I'll always have a soft
spot for our firefighters.

- Mm.

- I know that might
sound insincere

given all the
recent budget cuts.

But hey, now that we're
making our numbers,

I could probably loosen
the purse strings

and find some extra
funding for your district.

If that would help.

- Here you go.

- Ah, thank you.

Um, you know, I got bigger
concerns than budget cuts,

like the fact that
someone in city government

is skirting regulations and
putting firefighters at risk.

I'm gonna take them down.

Enjoy your meal, Mr. Treasurer.

[monitors beeping]

- You guys really
start early, don't you?

- Not always this early.

I have to go to the
store and make sure

I have enough bacon for a
dozen hungry firefighters.

- You kept up with
your cooking, huh?

You always had a knack for it.

- Well, I had a good teacher.
- [chuckles]

You remember when I taught you

how to make baked
mac and cheese?

- Oh.
[both laugh]

And I dumped, what was
it, two pounds of macaroni

all over the stovetop?
- Oh, God.

You turned beet
red. It was so cute.

- Hey, um...

I know you're worried about
abusing your pain meds

when you're discharged,
but don't be.

I want to be there to support
you every step of the way.

- Oh, you've done
plenty already.

Don't get caught up in my mess.

- You can't do it alone, Lacey.

So you're gonna stay with me.

I already have everything
set up for you.

- No, Blake, after
everything, that's not fair.

I can't be a burden to you.

- You're not a burden to me.

You're family.

- What the hell?

Does he got a tracker on
your car or something?

- Probably followed
me from my house.

All I know is, it
was no coincidence.

- That's creepy.
- How did he find out

that you were gunning for him?

I mean, did DC Hill rat you out?

- No way.
- I asked a few people

about him when I was at HQ.

I should have been more careful.

- Yeah, one thing I learned,

Ramsey's still got
connections in the CFD.

- How he knows
doesn't really matter.

The point is, he knows.

- Yeah, but he's
tipped his hand too.

Now we know we're barking
up the right tree.

- Yes.
- But we still need proof.

So what'd you find out
about that company?

- I did some digging.

Just public records,
stuff like that.

Loomis Industrial Supply is
owned by a holding company

called McGrath-Hewitt LLC.

They own a bunch of
companies, and they all seem

to work under city contracts...

Office supplies,
printing services,

auto parts for city vehicles.

- So this is bigger
than one contract.

There could be a whole network
of shady companies out there

just cutting corners for him.

- And if we can link
Ramsey to any of them,

that connects him
to all of them.

- What kind of a link
are we looking for?

- I don't know. If he has
a financial interest or...

If they contributed to his
campaign, that might be enough.

- I'll get Kylie on that.
- All right.

Meantime, why don't
we take a look

at some of these places,
see what we can find?

- And what, just start knocking
on doors asking questions?

- Random inspections, you know,

looking for fire
code violations.

Just pop in, peek behind the
curtain, see what's what.

- Yeah, it's better than
sitting on our hands

waiting for Ramsey
to come after us.

- Yeah.
- OK.

But keep a low profile.

- Low profile's my middle name.

- OK, now put your
card back in the deck.

OK, on the count of
three, I want you to clap.

One, two, three.

And was this your card?

- Oh, incredible.

- Oh!
- [squeals]

- Patience, persistence,
performance.

- Oh, my God. Are
you kidding me?

Was this really your card?

- It's the right suit.
- [whimpers]

- I'm sorry. It's just you
were giving it your all.

I felt bad.
- [sighs]

- 81, mount up.

We're gonna go sniff
around a few companies

that might be
affiliates of Ramsey's.

- Hell yes.

Rome wasn't built in a day,

and Harry didn't become
Houdini overnight.

[sighs]

- Oh, boy, every one
of these companies

is even shabbier
than the last one.

Fire hazard, OSHA violation.

- I mean, they all
look fly-by-night,

like they only exist to
service these contracts.

- Help you guys?
- Yeah, CFD.

Popping in for a
quick inspection.

- Oh, man. Really?
- Yeah.

I can already see that you guys
got some issues to address.

Is the owner around?
- The owner is Mr. McGrath.

He's not really
the hands-on type.

But his sister dropped
by to do the books.

You want to talk to her?
- Yeah, thanks.

- Yo, Tanya!

- That'd be McGrath
of McGrath-Hewitt LLC.

"Not really the hands-on type."
- Yeah.

Hey, how great would it be

if they were printing up
Don Ramsey campaign flyers?

[both laugh]

- Hey, how do I know her?

- That's the lady
from the art studio.

Herrmann, we gotta
get out of here.

That's Don Ramsey's mistress.

- Copy that, Main.

51 on the way.

- Can I help you, gentlemen?

- No, we just caught
a house fire, ma'am.

Sorry to bother you.
You're off the hook.

- You think she recognized you?

- The two of us together
in our bunker gear?

Pretty good chance.

- So much for keeping
a low profile.

- I know, Chief,
but this is a lock.

We now know for sure
that Ramsey is in bed

with the McGrath-Hewitt
companies

because he's literally in bed
with McGrath's sister, Tanya.

- OK, so how do we use this?

- Look.

If you are willing to go on
record about the affair...

- I am.
- Maybe we can use that

to shore up the
case against Ramsey.

Go back to Director
Valencia and DC Hill,

and we see if we
get 'em on board.

- What about a reporter?

We give them the scoop, and
we see if they run with it.

- Good. Yes.

- Chief, sorry to interrupt,

but Don Ramsey's
office is on the line.

He'd like to meet with you.

.

- Deputy District
Chief Wallace Boden.

Here to see Don Ramsey.

- Yes, Chief. Thank
you for coming.

Chief Boden is here, sir.

[door opens, shuts]

- Chief, thanks so
much for coming.

- You got something
to say to me, say it.

- Chief, why don't
you come inside?

Folks, this is the man I've
been telling you about.

Deputy District Chief
Wallace Boden of the CFD.

We have him to thank
for rooting out

this corrupt enterprise that's
been siphoning our tax dollars

and putting our citizens and
first responders at risk.

- What the hell is this?

You think I can be bought?
- I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to
ambush you like this.

I know you don't do
this for the accolades,

but you deserve
them nonetheless.

Because of you,
we're gonna review

all current city contracts

and clean up this
sort of corruption.

Because what happened
to your firefighter

is never gonna happen
again on my watch.

I promise you that.

[applause]

Boden.

- I don't know what you
think you're doing here...

- I'm letting you
be the hero, Boden.

You want to blow this
all up? Go ahead.

Make a scene, file
your complaints,

try to take me down
if you think you can.

But if I were you,
I'd take the win.

We're gonna shut down
all those companies,

clean up the whole
contract process.

Isn't that what you wanted?
To make the city safer?

- OK, and now,

the Astonishing
Sylvie will perform

"The Vanishing Milk Trick."

- As you can see, I
have a glass of milk.

And now, I'm going
to very carefully

pour the milk into
the newspaper.

Hmm...

And...

Voilà.

No milk.

[whispers] I'm dying up here.

- Patience, persistence,

performance.

- Oh.

[clears throat]

Pick a card, any card.

- In a faraway land,

an evil magician named
Gorsch used his magic powers

to curse good-hearted magicians
like The Astonishing Sylvie.

- What are you doing?
You're going rogue.

- But if the curse
causes Sylvie to fail,

fear not!

Candy for everyone!

[cheers and applause]

- [chuckles weakly]

OK.

And is this your card?

Really? I did it!
- Oh!

I did it. And you
didn't think I could.

- A magician prepares
for every contingency.

- I want candy!
[booing]

- Where's the candy?

- Excuse me.

Hey, um...

was the patient that was in
here moved to another room?

- Lacey Hoffman?
- Yeah.

- She was discharged
a few hours ago.

- Are you sure? I'm supposed
to be picking her up.

- Yeah, I have her discharge
summary right here.

I'm sorry.

- For her first
trick of the evening,

making a glass of
bubbly disappear.

- Is this an apology
or a compliment?

- Both praise and
a peace offering.

- Hmm.

- Brett, that was a hell
of a show you put on.

Dylan's gonna be proud.

- Unless I got him blacklisted.

- Well, here's to
hoping you didn't.

And, uh, drink slowly.

This is the good
stuff from the back.

- Really?

Does Herrmann...

- No.

- When I ran for office,

this was the exact
type of waste and fraud

that I promised to stamp out.

And I keep my promises.

- That is one punchable face.

- We've already
voided the contract

for Loomis Industrial Supply

and are moving to press charges

against anyone responsible

for improperly storing
those chemicals.

And that's just the beginning.

- Turn it off.

- My department is fo...

- He should be in jail.

Instead, he's doing
a victory lap.

- Hey, Chief.

You played this the
only way you could.

And we got what we were after.

- So why do I have such
a bad taste in my mouth?

- I gotta be honest, Chief.

I'm impressed with
your restraint.

- Deputy Commissioner.

- I thought you might
knock Ramsey on his ass

and get yourself arrested.

- Well, I guess I'm
mellowing in my old age.

- No, that's not it.

You're just learning the
politics of this job.

Finally.

- Is it supposed
to feel this awful?

- Every time.

- It's been a back
and forth battle

so far through the first,

but Houston's managed
to hold onto the lead.

What does Philly have to do
to get back in this game?

- Well, they need to start
locking down their shots.

- I picked the worst
time to dump all my beer.

[knocks at door]

- Blake. Oh, thank God.

This is the third door I tried.

I-I didn't want to
come empty-handed,

so I thought maybe

we could make your
mom's baked potato soup.

So, you know, I just...

Oh.

Oh, God.

[tender music]

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