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I know what you're gonna say.

You wanted Gallo
on a short leash.

I'm not sure he fully
appreciates what the stakes are.

We pulled that kid out
of a rolling house fire.

He lost everyone.

I can't be with a firefighter.

I can't handle
wondering every day,

if I am gonna see him at home
or at the hospital.

Letting him go
would be crazy.

Hi, Joe.

Will you make me the
happiest man on this earth?

Yes!

Wait. You haven't told anyone
about it? Oh, not yet, no.

I figured, after everything that
happened with this engagement,

it's best not to jinx it,
you know?

No more drama. At least,
not for a while.

Ooh. So, I shouldn't
tell anyone, either?

Yeah. No. Please.

Hey, it's the groom-to-be!

There he is!

Countdown
to the lockdown.

Congratulations, Cruz.
Couldn't be happier for you.

You literally told everyone?

Last meal
as a free man.

Congrats.
Thank you.

Congrats.

Thanks, Lieutenant.

Pancakes, huh?

Yeah, and not just
any old flapjack.

I've got a secret ingredient.
What?

Beer. It'll blow your mind.

Big talk. Better be good.

Listen to this.

There's a firehouse
in Montecito, California,

that has a women's lounge.

A what?

"What started as a space
for breastfeeding mothers,

"has transformed into an area for
women firefighters to gather and relax,

with calming lighting, music,
and comfortable couches."

Ooh, I like
the sound of that.

A whole separate room
for women? Uh, why?

Maybe to get away from the
sights and smells of this place.

Truck 81, Engine 51, Squad 3,
Battalion 25, house fire...

- Pancakes to go!
- Yeah.

1329 South Bell Avenue.

These are fantastic.
I told you.

81,
let's vent the roof.

Squad, see if we can
get through that front door.

Herrmann, back them up
with a hose line.

Mouch, Kidd, get to the roof.

Gallo, check the back door,
but don't go inside.

Copy that, Captain.

Hey! Front door is getting a little
crispy, but I think we can get in.

All right, hose line is
seconds away. All right.

Back door's good.
Let me know when to vent.

That's my house!

That's my house. My family's inside.
My mom and dad and my grandma.

No, no. Look,
you can't go in there.

I need to get them out.
Please!

Hey, hey, hey.

I'll get them, all right? You
go out front and wait. Okay?

Fire department! Call out!

Fire department!

Good?
Ready.

Kidd, what's the vent status?

I'm all set.
Hit it, Cruz.

What happened, Chief?

A flashover.
We're moving in now.

God, no!

Hey, hey. Is there someone
on the inside?

Uh, our son is
at a friend's house.

But my mom!
But my mother-in-law, she...

Okay, Severide, there could be
a female victim inside.

No one's on the first floor.
We're heading upstairs, Chief.

Which bedroom is hers?
Uh, that one. In front.

Severide, check the A-side
bedroom on the second floor.

Copy that, Chief.

Mom! Dad!
Trevor!

Hey! Get him!

Hey, hey, hey.

Where's Grandma?
I don't know.

Fire department! Call out!

Fire department!

Cruz, over here!

Don't worry, ma'am.
We're gonna get you out.

I don't know what happened.

Stairs are too hot.
She'll never make it down.

Let's get her out the window.
Right.

81, I need a ladder
by the first bedroom window.

Hey, ma'am, this is Joe.

My name's Kelly. We're gonna
get you out of here, okay?

Kelly. A good Irish fireman.

I always wanted my daughter
to marry a fireman.

Yeah?
She married a plumber instead.

Never listens to me.

Hey, save your breath.

There you go, ma'am.
We got you.

Grandma! Are you okay?

Okay, ma'am. Give the
paramedics some space.

Let them do their work.

It's okay. I'm still here.

Her lungs are diminished.
We need to intubate.

Let's push 10 milligrams
of Versed.

10 milligrams of Versed,
coming up.

It's okay, ma'am.
You're gonna be okay.

Pushing.

Hold that.

I'm in.
Let's get her to Med.

Yep.
Will she be all right?

She's in good hands.
Where are they taking her?

Chicago Med. You can
follow them if you want.

Gallo.

Get ready for overhaul.

Copy that.

Hey, um, how'd it go?
With the grandma.

Oh, we got her there pretty
quick, but her airway was thrashed.

Doctors are doing
all they can.

Thanks.

Gallo. You swap out
your air bottle?

Right, yeah.

Everything okay?
No, it's not.

So nice.
Ooh, look at this.

Himalayan salt lamps.
I love those.

I'm relaxed just looking
at this photo. Yeah.

Oh! Chief. Just the man
that we wanted to see.

So, we noticed
that the blue office

is just sitting there, unused,

like a big old storage closet.

So, we were thinking

that maybe we could turn it
into a women's lounge.

I'm sorry?

You know, a designated place
for the women of 51

to come together to bond
and form a community,

like the one in Montecito,
California.

California women's lounge?
Yes.

In Chicago?
Yes, sir.

I don't think so.

So, you have a problem with
women needing personal space?

Chief?

You know what?

Blue office is all yours.

Yes!

Gallo, come in here a minute.

Yeah. What's up?
Close the door.

You want to tell me what
happened back there on that call?

What do you mean?

You had a face full of soot and
your SCBA mask in hand long before

I ordered you inside
for overhaul. Why?

I went in the back door.

By yourself.

After I told you not to.

I'm sorry, Captain. It was...

Gallo, I stuck my neck out
to get you into 51,

when everyone else was telling
me you're too impulsive!

I know. It was a major
screw-up. I'm really sorry.

You won't know what sorry
is until you scrub all the toilets,

wash the truck,
mop the floors,

and about 100 other dirty jobs
I haven't thought of yet.

Absolutely. I'm all over it.

Then you're gonna spend your
off-shift retraining at the academy.

Okay. Understood.

Oh, and then pray Boden
doesn't fire your ass,

because this is going in
my after-action report.

Prepare to be wowed.

Yes.

We are about to completely
transform this place.

The salt lamp. They had it.

Yes.
And look at this pillow.

Oh, so soft.

I can see us spending
a lot of time in here.

Hours.

Hey.
What's up, guys?

What's that smell?

"Autumn in Vermont."
Potpourri. Mmm-hmm.

That is lovely.

Yeah. So, I was looking
for a snack in the kitchen

and I just happened to notice that
everything made out of chocolate

was suddenly missing.

Any idea why that might be?

Uh... We have a lot to do here, so
thanks so much for stopping by, guys.

I didn't even get to ask where
they bought the potpourri.

Oh, man. These women.

Hey, Chief.
Hey.

He in the doghouse,
or something?

He went off the reservation
on that house fire.

I'm sure Casey!'ll
tell you all about it.

Yeah.

About that fire...

Um...

I just got off the phone with Med and
that was a good effort from this morning,

but I'm sad to say the
victim did not pull through.

Damn.
She didn't make it?

She had a lot of smoke.
We did all we could.

That poor family,
and that boy.

They already lost everything,
and now, this.

We should help them.
Pass the boot.

We can do better than that. What
about one of those online campaigns?

Yeah. Count me in.

All right. I'll get
the ball rolling.

Guys, let's go check
on the family.

Take it, please.

It's just a few things
I was gonna give to Goodwill.

Thank you, Lois.
That's really sweet.

Oh, hey.

Hey, guys. We just
heard the news.

I'm so sorry.

Yeah, on behalf of everyone
at 51, our condolences.

Hey, thank you. Thanks for
everything you did for us.

You got a place to stay?

Yeah. Yeah, Andy and Ellen
have taken us in, so we can,

you know, sort things out.

She knew we didn't want
her cooking home alone.

Why didn't she just wait
till we came back?

Shh. Don't get yourself
worked up.

To just leave a pan
frying like that...

She's so slow going up
and down the stairs.

Okay, honey, we can't dwell
on it, all right?

Phyllis was just, you know,
old and forgetful.

We wanted to see
if you folks would be okay

with the firehouse setting up some
kind of fundraiser on your behalf.

Just to help you get by.

No, no, you've done
so much already...

All right, Kristen,
let's not look a gift horse...

It's very kind of you. We can
use all the help we can get.

Okay. Well,
we'll put it together.

And let us know if there's
anything else we can do.

Take care.

Something seem
a little hinky to you?

That guy sure doesn't like
to let his wife talk, does he?

What's up, bud?

Your grandma seemed
like a cool lady.

She was the best.

We were playing chess in the living
room over there, like, two days ago.

Hey...

Hey, hang in there.

This is nice. There's no weird
smells, no nasty snoring noises.

No screaming matches
about football,

or macho brags about "killer
timing on my dummy drag."

Hey, that was me.
My time was incredible.

Well, point is, I love it
here, and I'm never leaving.

It's like taking a bath
in sunshine and rainbows.

Ambulance 61, injured person.
No.

1217 North Larrabee Street.
Okay.

We'll be back, beautiful
lounge. Don't change.

Don't worry! I'll relax enough
for the three of us!

Thank God you're here.
It's my roommate.

Where is she?

I was in the kitchen
while she was in the shower,

and then, all of a sudden, I heard
this really loud crash from the bathroom.

What's her name?
Samara.

I called as soon as I saw.

Let's try
and get you up, okay?

Watch the glass.

Yeah.

Don't look at it, Samara.
Look at me, okay?

Promise we'll take care
of you. All right?

Mild tachycardia.

Oh, my God. Is that bad?
She's getting married tomorrow.

Um...

Would you mind
watching outside

to make sure the path
to the ambulance is clear?

Here we go.

BP's good.

I can't... I can't...

I know. I know. It's okay.

What you're experiencing is
called "respiratory alkalosis."

It's scary,
but it's not fatal.

There we go. Yeah.
There we go.

Follow my lead.
Breathe how I do.

It's working.
You're doing great.

Heart rate 70 and dropping.
How do you feel?

I feel better.

Better? Good.
You're recovering.

She'll be okay. Do you want to
meet us at the hospital? Okay.

Now, what'd you say I had?

Respiratory alkalosis.
Hyperventilating.

Serious? You were
having a panic attack.

Totally normal,
especially under stress.

And weddings can
definitely be stressful.

If I'm this stressed about getting
married, maybe I'm making a mistake.

I'm not so sure about that.

Our friend Chloe
was dating this amazing guy.

But just when it hit her how much
he meant to her, she broke it off.

So, what happened?

Someone smart smacked
some sense into her.

And now, they're engaged.

I don't know, guys. I had an
investigator on the scene within an hour.

He didn't clock
anything suspicious.

"Pan frying on the stovetop, left
unattended.” That's not exactly a stumper.

I'm sure that the pan started
the fire, but who lit the stove?

That's the question. I'm
telling you, something is off.

This guy said that his
mother-in-law was old and forgetful,

but she's "with it" enough to
play chess with her grandkid?

Even when we were in the fire,
she seemed pretty sharp to me.

And every time that
his wife tried to talk,

he'd jump right in
with an answer.

Always had
the right thing to say.

Yeah, well, my guy
interviewed them both.

They left the house a half hour earlier
to shop for Halloween decorations.

I got a timestamped receipt
and everything.

But let's say they're leaving.

Jim lets his wife go first,

he hangs back,
puts the pan on.

They're miles away
before that oil boils over.

Or maybe the old lady
just made a mistake.

Sharp-as-a-tack people forget
pots on stovetops all the time.

That duplex fire
in Norwood Park last week.

That's a 30-year-old
who left a pan on the burner

and fell asleep in front of the
TV. Killed him and his neighbor.

Captain.

Severide,
when I took over OF,

I inherited a mountain of backlogged
cases that I'm struggling to close.

I can't drop everything
just because you have a hunch

without a lick of evidence
to back it up.

You damn well should.
She deserves that.

Poor girl was a mess.
You should've seen this one.

She talked her
right off the ledge.

She just needed a little
reassurance, that's all.

This is the house with
the women's lounge, right?

You've heard of us?

Shaw and me were just saying we would kill
for something like that at our firehouse.

Mind if we check it out?

Not at all. Go.
Make yourself at home.

Thanks a lot.
Yeah.

Yeah.

It's official. People, women,
are talking about our lounge.

Soon enough, it's gonna become
a refuge for female first responders

all across the CFD.
We did that.

Mmm. I'm just saying...
We rule.

Yeah. Gimme some.

Yeah, but do you guys have any idea
what kind of an uproar it would cause

if we decided to make a "men's
only" area at the firehouse?

The HR complaints? The
lawsuits? We should do it.

Yeah. I'm not so sure.

Yeah, that could
really backfire.

Yeah, we wouldn't get away
with it, and you know why?

Why?

The world is going to hell
in a handbasket.

I'm sorry I made you wait.

Hey, Herrmann.

Hey, thanks for backing me
up with Van Meter today.

Come on. You don't got to
buy me drinks for that.

Of course not. This is to
celebrate your engagement.

Chloe's great.

And you're one lucky bastard.
No one deserves it more.

Thanks, boss.
Yeah.

It's OFI.

Hey, this is Severide.
Van Meter, hey, yeah.

Twenty minutes. See you there.

Sounds like you got
through to him.

- What's up, Chief?
- Hey.

Chief.
Yeah.

- Hey, Chief.
- Hey.

I read your shift report. You
got a minute to talk about Gallo?

You didn't have to come
looking for me, Chief.

Four-word text would've
covered it. "I told you so."

Well, there's more
to it than that.

Listen, I know that I was wary
about the young man at first,

but I have watched you
take him under your wing.

Casey, you found
potential in him.

I believe that under your command,
he will live up to that potential.

So, the fact that he defied an order
and went freelancing doesn't bother you?

There is something
you should know about Gallo.

Something that Chief Burkett,
he shared with me.

You know that fire
he survived as a kid?

His family didn't make it out.
He lost everyone.

Damn.

Now, I probably should have told
you. Didn't feel like my story to tell.

His whole family?

Mother, father,
little sister.

Happened to Gallo around about
the same age as that little boy

who lost his grandmother
yesterday.

You think that's why
he lost his head on that call?

It's a reasonable assumption.

Then he should have
explained that.

But he just stood there
while I tore him a new one

and didn't say a word.

I need to know that he
understands what went wrong.

If he doesn't, how can I send
Kidd or Mouch into danger

with somebody who's hiding
his Achilles' heel?

I support you,
whatever you decide.

But I wanted you
to have all the facts.

- Van Meter?
- Yeah. In here.

Okay.
So, what are we doing?

Well, after that guilt trip you laid on
me, I started thinking about motive.

There was no life insurance
policy on the victim,

but I thought I should see
if she had a nest egg.

So I went down to her bank.

I guess your victim clipped
a lot of coupons,

because she squirreled
away $320,000.

Oh! People have killed
for a lot less.

Well done, Van Meter.
So, what are we doing here?

It's a solid theory,
but there's still no evidence.

I'm hoping to find something
physical that points to arson.

Thanks for taking
a closer look.

You knew I would. I've seen enough
of your hunches play out over the years.

Hey. Look at this.
This is a trailer line, right?

Leading from the pot
to the countertop?

Yeah. The grease boiled over,
caught fire on the gas flame,

then ignited something else.
Dish towel, something like that.

Not necessarily suspicious.

But look at this.
Maybe a pile of oily rags.

The pan lit the rags and then the
rags are what really got the fire going.

Caught the curtains,
the cook books.

What's the matter?

Van Meter, isn't this how the
Norwood Park fire went down?

Yeah, it is.
Every single detail.

The Tribune wrote a piece
describing every element of that fire.

Hold on. Are you saying that this
guy used the Norwood Park fire

as a blueprint for arson?

And murder.

Gallo.
Captain, good morning.

You the one who polished
all these floors?

My cousin owns a janitorial
service. He lent me the machine.

But if there's anything else you
want me to do, just say the word.

What I really want is for you to tell
me what really happened the other day

at that fire.

Yes, sir.

You ordered me to the back of
the house to check the rear entrance,

but you specified
I do not go inside.

I took along my flat axe
and my Halligan bar,

and used them to force entry
on the back door.

After that, I opened it approximately
six inches to ensure that

there were no victims caught
on the inside of the door.

You know what?

Just finish polishing
the floors.

And sharpen all the axes
on Truck.

You got it, Captain.

Do you see
what I mean, Chief?

Jim replicated the Norwood
Park duplex firetoa T.

He had to make sure his fire was
big enough, so that it would kill Phyllis.

Do you have any
physical evidence?

Nothing conclusive.

Van Meter's taken his
investigation as far as he can.

He'll refer it to CPD. It's
up to them to build a case.

But you're not hopeful.

I think they're gonna need a confession.
I don't think Jim's gonna give it to them.

Oh, man.
Still on the ropes, huh?

Any end in sight?
No idea.

This morning, Casey had me walk
him through what happened on the call,

and when I tried telling him, he
cut me off like I was talking gibberish.

It's like he's waiting
for the right excuse,

but I screwed up. I
acknowledged it and I apologized.

What else can I say?

I don't know, man.
I'm sorry.

It's on me. All I can do,
is keep working my ass off

and show the Captain
I'm meant to be here.

I actually missed the women's
lounge while we were off shift.

It's nicer than my apartment.

Oh. Sounds like our lady
friends are still enjoying the space.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hi. I'm Sylvie Brett. I'm
the PIC here at 51. You are?

Captain Leone. 119.

Great to meet you.
So, small thing,

I'm pretty sure that smoking
is prohibited in a firehouse.

Are you a paramedic,
or a narc?

It's just that it smelled like
Autumn in Vermont last shift,

and now, it's closer to a...
Pina colada.

I thought the whole point of this place
was to be supportive of each other.

Oh. Absolutely.

'Cause I'm not really feeling a
very supportive vibe right now.

All right,
that's good enough, Gallo.

You can put
the axes away.

Yeah.

So, Mouch is gonna call Trudy,

see if she can suss out who's
handling the PD investigation.

What investigation?

Into that house fire
from last shift.

It's looking more and
more like the dad set the fire

to take out the mother-in-law.

What? Are you kidding me?

Crazy, right? Turns out the old
lady was sitting on a pile of cash.

So he burned her alive? And
put his son through that hell?

I mean, the kid lost his house
and his grandmother.

He was gonna run inside.

I had to stop him.
I had to physically stop him.

Gallo.
What?

Sorry, Captain.

I think I just figured out how we're
gonna break that son of a bitch.

Hey, man. You all right?
Yeah.

I'm pretty new to 51, too,

so, I don't have much standing
to give you advice,

but if there's one thing
I know about this place,

it's that you can be
yourself here.

In fact, you have to be.

That rule about not
going it alone on a call,

that applies inside
the firehouse, too.

Talk to Casey,

about whatever it is
going on with you.

Fellas.

What's up?
Hey.

- Thanks for meeting us.
- Of course.

What's the, uh, play?

We just found out that the kid
almost ran into the burning house.

Could've easily died.

I don't think
the parents know.

And I figure, if the dad feels
enough quilt, maybe he'll confess.

All right. Or turn
the wife against him.

She helps us
build a case.

Hey, Lieutenant. Thought that
was you guys parked out here.

You step outside for a sec?
Yeah, sure.

Jim, this is Officer Ruzek,
Chicago Police Department.

Hey. What's going on?

Sir, is your wife home?

Yeah. Hey, Kristen.
Honey, come here.

- What's this?
- Your son, Trevor.

Did he tell you folks
he tried to run into the fire

to save his grandmother?

What? No, no, he was with his
friend, Toby, like a block away. Right?

Yeah, he...
I mean, I know he came back

once he heard
the sirens, but...

He showed up
right when we did.

If we didn't have a man at the
back door, he would've run straight in.

You should've made sure
your boy was much further away

before you lit that stove.

What does that mean?
I don't understand.

We have reason to believe that
Jim set that fire on purpose.

To kill your mother.

What?
That's crazy.

That's arson, murder, and
possibly child endangerment.

I didn't... I didn't
set that fire.

Which means that
your son is gonna go

into the system while this thing
works its way through the court.

No.
I'm afraid so, ma'am.

Whether you knew your
husband's plan or not, doesn't matter.

Whoa! Hey, there was no plan.
I didn't do anything.

I need you to come
with me. Okay?

This is ridiculous.
I didn't do anything.

Walk out real easy, or I can
put you in cuffs and drag you out.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

He didn't do anything.
I did it!

What?

I set the fire. Just please
don't send Trevor away.

Kristen, honey, what
are you saying? I'm sorry.

How could you do that?

She was napping.

I thought
she would go quickly.

That the smoke would overwhelm
her, like in that fire in the paper.

They said the victims
never even woke up.

All that money,
it should go to making

our lives better.
No. No.

For Trevor.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry, Jim.

We need to have a conversation
down at the district.

I'm so sorry.
Come on.

Jim, I'm sorry.

- Come on.
- I'm so sorry, Jim.

I'm sorry I did it.
Come on.

So, yeah, thanks, Hank,
for the update,

and thanks for helping
Severide and Cruz out with that.

Yeah, thanks.

The things people
are capable of.

I'll never understand it.

At least the boy still has his father.
Try and focus on the silver lining.

What are you
talking about?

The definition
of the word "lounge..."

The property is damaged.

No, it's just... The salt
lamp... We didn't even know...

Trying to get
a sense of community.

We created this space, so that women
could come together and bond and relax...

I was relaxed
until you came in.

Chief.

The women's lounge
is a disaster.

You got to help me
shut it down.

These women from other
firehouses started coming in

and some of them are just
horrible human beings.

And now they won't leave.

Fine. If you set things right
in the blue office,

I will make sure that no one from
another house sets foot in it again.

Thank you, Chief. I
really, really appreciate it.

And, um... I'm sorry
for all the chaos.

The community that you were
looking to create in there,

hopefully, this will remind you
that you already had that, out here.

Hey.

It'll be nice to have you back
in the common room.

You were missed.

Thanks, Herrmann.

That was some pretty high-level
interrogation you did on that case.

Might have missed your calling
being a detective.

Couldn't have done it
without you, brother.

You know what?
I wanted to ask you something.

Yeah?

I was thinking about
my wedding, and, uh...

Well, I mean, I would
ask Otis if he were here,

but he's not.

And so, um...

I wanted to ask you...

If maybe, you're...
Joe.

Are you asking me
to be your best man?

Yeah. Would you?

Hell yes.

Thanks, boss.

Drinks on me.

Captain, you got a second?
I need to tell you something.

Yeah. Go right ahead.

So, um...

when I was a kid...

The part of the story
I don't often tell.

I lost my entire family
in that fire.

But the thing is,

I heard my little sister call
my name from across the hall,

and I was so scared,
that I ran for the closet.

To this day, I'll never know

if I could've saved her.

Maybe I could
have saved them all.

When I saw that kid
the other day,

so scared for his family,

it took me right back
to that night.

And I, uh...

I lost control of myself.

I don't know if that means I
can't be a firefighter anymore,

but that's what happened.

Actually,

that's what's gonna make you
a great firefighter.

We all have some kind of pain
we're living with.

I lost my fiance in a fire.

And it took me a long,
long time to recover.

This whole house lost Otis.

And that wound isn't healing
anytime soon.

But when you can admit
to the pain,

own it.

That's when it scars over,
makes you stronger.

Becomes the armor
you wear into battle.

I hated letting you down.

Don't do it again.

I won't, Captain.