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- If you got hurt,
it would have been on me.

No more freelancing.

That ends now.

- It's time for me to leave 51.

I want to take
the lieutenant test.

- I'm not gonna stand
in your way

if you need to move on.

[dramatic music]

- Gibson, he seems like
a pretty solid wingman.

Too bad he's just
a floater, though.

I think it was
his last shift with us.

[high-pitched ringing]
- [muffled] Herrmann!

[clearly] Whoa, Herrmann!

- You shouldn't be here.

You need to see a doctor.

- Hearing aids?

- But your hearing loss
may worsen.

You are right on the edge
of CFD requirements.

- [muffled] You're going
to be late, Christopher.

- Yeah, yeah.

- [clearly] Are they working?

- Yeah.

[soft music]

I guess they are.

- Then why are you scowling?

- I'm not scowling.

I--I just...

I don't want the guys
to feel sorry for me.

I don't want them to treat me
like I'm some frail...

old-timer.

* *

- Those hearing aids
are so small.

No one's going to be
thinking about them.

* *

- OK, listen up.

We've got some new blood
to welcome to the firehouse.

- Everybody,
this is Derrick Gibson.

- Hey, this guy.

- Yeah, he was floating
on Truck 46

during that fire
at the e-bike shop,

but now he rides on 81.

- It's about time
we fill that empty seat

on a permanent basis.

So try not to scare him off.

- Well, I doubt
anything can scare me

out of one of the best
firehouses in the city.

- Hm.

- Welcome.

- You ever think about Squad?

- Uh...
- [chuckles]

- Welcome.
- Nice to meet you.

- "One of" the best
firehouses in the city

and "permanent basis"?

We don't know anything
about this guy.

- Well, we know he risked
his neck to save Kylie.

- Yeah, jury's still out
is all I'm saying.

- Mouch, why do you
feel the need to vet

every firefighter
that comes to 51?

- What? When have I done that?

- You did it to me.

- Well, you were
pretty shady, though.

- Hey, Joe.

* *

- What's up, Chief?

- You have been confirmed
for the lieutenant's test

coming up
at the end of the month.

- Oh. Uh...

OK. Great. Yes.

Uh, thanks, Chief.

- Hey, Joe.

* *

You gotta chart
your own course.

You earned that right.

- Thank you, Chief.

* *

- Hey, hey.
He's coming.

He's coming.
- Shh, shh, shh, shh.

[indistinct chatter]

[all mouthing words silently]

* *

[hearing aid squeaking]

- Eh, you bunch of jerks!

[laughter]
- Your face!

That was priceless.

Awesome.
- Grow up, why don't you?

Hey, Ritter.

- Look, I had nothing to do
with that, Lieutenant.

I swear.

- Yeah, I know.

I--I just wanted to thank you

for staying on me
about my ears.

- Oh. Sure.
- Yeah.

I mean, nobody likes a nag,
but the truth is,

you probably--
probably saved my life,

and maybe some other lives too.

- I just wanted
to be sure that--

- Yeah, all right, enough
patting yourself on the back.

Come on. Let's get to work.

Come on.

* *

- The itinerary
isn't finalized yet,

but I can promise you
that it's not gonna be

your mother's
bachelorette party.

- There's no way my mother had
a bachelorette party.

Hi.

May we get two dozen
assorted donuts

and a cheese Danish?

Mouch loves those.

- Sure thing.
- Thank you.

Well, just tell me
if you're planning on karaoke,

because I want
to prepare for that.

- Oh, I'm not telling you.
It's a surprise.

- We're not doing
anything crazy, right,

like pole dancing class
or paintball?

- I can neither confirm
nor deny the details,

so don't bother asking.

- Oh, what about
a flower arranging class?

- Hell no.

Stop asking questions, Brett.
- [sighs]

- [mouthing silently]

[tense music]

- What is it?

- Something's wrong.

* *

- What do you mean?

- I think that woman,
she just asked me for help.

* *

- Are you sure?

- I don't know.

* *

- Don't give me any trouble.
Get in and shut up.

[dramatic music]

- Hey!

* *

[tires screeching]

That woman's in trouble.

* *

- Wait.

Brett, what is our plan?

- I don't know.

Just keep your eye on that car.

[engine turning over]

* *

.

[dramatic music]

- I can't see him.

Do we think we should just call
this in and have PD handle it?

- Did you get the plate number?

- No, but it was
a dark green Toyota.

Brett, what do you think
this is,

like a domestic situation
or human trafficking?

- I don't know.

She looked right at me
and mouthed the words "help me"

when the guy wasn't
paying attention.

- And you're sure about that?

- No, I'm not, but--

- I just want to make sure
that we're not overreacting.

- Well, I hope we aren't,
but we have to find out, right?

- Right, right.

OK.

* *

[car horn honking]

[tires screeching]

Brett!

- Don't. No lights or sirens.

We don't want them to know
we're following them.

- OK.

Just be careful.

* *

[car horn honking]

* *

Oh, there he is.

He turned north.
He turned north.

[tires screeching]
OK, 61 to Main.

We're traveling east
on Washington

towards Damen Avenue.

We're requesting a squad car
to pick up pursuit

of a green Toyota
we're currently following.

We have a possible
abduction in progress.

We think the victim may be
in immediate danger.

I repeat, requesting
a squad car to our location.

- Thought ambo
was bringing donuts.

- They better not get
a cheese Danish.

That'll break me.

- Lieutenant,
this came for you

priority overnight from Tucson.

Didn't know people
still overnighted

physical documents.

- Thanks.

- It's simple.

Alls you do is go up to him
and introduce yourself.

But keep lowering your voice.

And when he leans in
real close, then wah!

You blast this in his face.

- It's gonna be hilarious.

- Yeah, it does sound funny,
right?

But Herrmann is a lieutenant.

It's my first day.

So no.

No, thanks.

Sorry.

- Repeat, suspect is no longer
traveling on Maypole.

He's northbound on Wolcott.

- Stand by, 61.
- Hey, Chief.

- I'll try to reroute
the squad car.

- I think something's up
with your medics.

- Wait.

He just turned
westbound on Lake.

Please relay that
before he turns again.

This is taking too long.

- What are they doing?

- I don't know.
I think they're trying

to get a squad car
on a scene.

* *

- If he realizes we're
tailing him and he takes off,

we'll never catch up to him
in this barge.

[phone ringing]

- Chief.
- Violet, talk to me.

What's happening?

- We have a possible
abduction in progress.

We're following the suspect,

but the comms delay
is killing us.

By the time dispatch
gets the word to PD,

they're sending out a squad car

to where we were
five minutes ago.

- OK, I'm on it.

District 4 to Main.

Pass me directly
to CPD right now.

- Copy that, District 4.
Stand by.

- Hey, Violet, what's your 20?

- Westbound on Lake at Hoyne.

- I need police units
to rendezvous

with CFD ambulance 61 headed
westbound on Lake at Hoyne.

- Copy that.

We'll get you
your squad car, Chief.

- Violet, do you have
a plate number?

- Negative, Chief.
We're keeping a safe distance.

[tense music]

* *

- Hang on.

We're gonna run another light.

* *

[tires screeching]
[car horn honking]

Oh--no! Who stops at a yellow?

- Chief, we just caught
the light at Oakley.

Where's PD?

- Violet, your squad car
is a mile out.

- Damn it.

* *

- Oh, no.
He sees us.

* *

- He doesn't like this.

He is definitely up to no good.

* *

He made our tail.

He's on the move, Chief.

[siren blaring]

[truck horn honking]

[tires screeching]

- Oh!
- No!

[sighing]

- We lost him, Chief.
It's over.

[somber music]

* *

.

- As soon as
I made eye contact,

she mouthed the words,
"Help me."

And then the guy looked up,

and it was like the light
went out of her.

- And the way he shoved her
into that car,

that's when we really
started to worry.

- He shoved her?

- Well, more like prodded her.

- But not gently. Like, angry.

- OK.

And you don't think
this was just

some kind of a spat between
the lady and her boyfriend?

- What? No.

- OK. I'm just trying
to understand.

- If he wasn't doing
anything wrong,

why did he bolt
as soon as he realized

we were following him?
- OK, yeah.

That's a little shifty.

But I can't launch a manhunt on
a guy for running a red light.

- Daniel,
I vouch for my medics.

If these two both get the same
bad hit off of a situation,

there's something to it.

- I don't doubt that, Chief.

And I'm gonna do
everything I can here,

but I'm gonna need
a little bit more to go on

than a vague description

of a John and Jane Doe

in an unidentified
green Toyota.

- Camry. We looked it up.

- 2010 or thereabouts.

It was a dark green Toyota

with an unpainted
left front fender.

- OK. All right.

Give me a call if you think
of anything else.

- Thank you, McDaniel.

- Thank you.

- Why do I feel like
that's the last time

we'll hear from him?

- If only I had gotten
the plate number.

- I should have moved sooner.

Maybe that's on me.

It just all happened so fast.

- Hey, do you want to go
back to the diner?

- Yes.
- To do what?

- I don't know.
See if anyone saw anything

that could be helpful.

- Isn't that his job?

- He is not gonna follow up.

He didn't even write
anything down, Chief.

- [sighs]

- Chief, if something happens
to this woman,

I will never forgive myself.

Please.

- I'll remind you,
you're on duty.

That being said,
you want to burn a little fuel

looking for leads,
I won't stop you.

But stay safe
and in your still district.

- You got it, Chief.

* *

- Hey. Cruz, wait up.

How'd things end up
with you and Severide?

You two get back on good terms?

- Oh, sort of.

He basically said,
"Sorry, not sorry"

for going AWOL on squad
way back when.

- Mm.
- But then he kind of...

- He kind of what?

- He said if I wanted to pursue
the officer track, you know,

head up my own unit,
he wouldn't stand in the way.

I mean, he might as well
have said, "There's the door."

- That would have been rough,
even coming from him.

My guess is that he's saying it
more out of respect for you,

you know, letting you make
your own choice.

- Sure. Yeah.

Let's go with that.

[soft dramatic music]

* *

- Sounds like you guys had
a real adventure out there.

- Yeah, we kind of did.

It was pretty crazy.

I just keep running it over
in my head.

You ever wish you could
rewind the clock

and adjust your reaction
to something

now that you've had time
to process it?

- Yeah, only every single day.
- [chuckles]

- I actually didn't get
any details.

What exactly happened?

- We were at a coffee shop,

and Brett was talking
to the cashier--

- Carver, I gotta talk to you.

- Um, Vi--

- Actually,
Brett's waiting for me.

I'll fill you in later.

- I just got off
with Pete Durkin over at 32

where Gibson floated
for a couple shifts

back in the fall.

Get this.

While he was there,
a bar of soap went missing.

- A--a bar of soap?

Are--are you serious right now?

- A new one.

- Oh.

- Ritter, buddy!

I need you to do
your Google magic

and see what you can dig up
on the new guy, Gibson.

- Magic?
I don't do Google magic.

I just google.

And I'm not digging
into Gibson's personal life

for no reason.

- I'll find
someone else to help.

* *

- Captain.

- Lieutenant.
I was in the neighborhood.

Thought I'd stop by.

- In the neighborhood?

- Did you get
the ATF case file?

- Did you put my name back
on their investigator list?

- No.

I'll leave that to you.

But this is a big case.

They could use your help.

So I told them
to send it to you.

- Captain, I appreciate
all the effort,

but I'm not doing
fire investigation right now.

- Look.

Kelly, I'm not sure why you
backed away from freelancing

with the most important
arson team in the country,

but I can guess--

not wanting to follow
in your dad's footsteps,

for one thing?

- It's not that.

- OK.

But whatever the reason,
it's not good enough.

You know how many lives
can be saved

with just one arson arrest.

- I do, but now--

now's a tricky time.

That's all.

- I don't make it
a habit of pressuring

firefighters into the job.

In fact, I've never
done it before.

But you have the talent
and the passion for this

and a bright future
once you retire from squad,

if you want it.

Don't let all that go to waste
for any reason.

[soft music]

* *

- Don't let the ribbing
get to you.

These guys have got
the attention span

of a goldfish.

They'll be bored with it
by next shift.

- It's actually a relief.

You know, at least these guys,

they're not treating me
with kid gloves.

That'd drive me nuts.

And I'd be lying
if I said that,

you know, these things
weren't getting me down.

It's hard to convince myself
that I'm still in my prime

when I'm wearing them.

- Belay that talk.

You didn't get 'em
because of your age.

You got 'em because
you threw yourself on a bomb.

- The ear doc says
there's no guarantee

that they won't keep
getting worse, though,

in which case,

even these won't help anymore.

- And if it comes to that,

you have to be straight
with me, all right?

- I will.

Hey.

How do we, uh--
we feel about this new kid?

- Gibson?
- Mm-hmm.

- He has high praise from every
officer he's ever worked for.

- But is he 51 material?

- I don't know if it's
as simple as that.

- Hmm.
- I think you have to see

what a person brings
to the firehouse

and what the firehouse
brings out of them.

I think that's how
we find the special ones.

* *

- Yep.

And this house is full
of very...special people.

[light music]

* *

You know my eyes are
still working, right?

- Told you he could see us.

- Hey, what'd you say, Hermie?
- [chuckles]

- Hey.

- Thank you.

- Hi. Do you remember us?

- Of course.

Did you come back
for your donuts?

- Actually, we came to ask
about the couple

that was here earlier--
people that we ran out after.

- Yeah, they were sitting
in that booth right there.

- Yeah, yeah.

Uh, there was a cop in here
a little while ago

asking the same thing.

- Really?

- Oh, Officer McDaniel's
on the case.

Did he learn anything useful?

- I don't think so.

Nobody knew much about them.

- Oh.

- The guy's been
in here before,

but none of the wait staff
knows his name.

He never really says much
and only pays in cash, so...

- What about
the security camera?

Did the officer check
the footage?

- Yeah, but he wasn't
real impressed.

So this is the best
angle we have.

You still really can't see
their faces.

- Can we see the rest
of the footage?

- I guess so, sure.

- Why?
What are you looking for?

- Maybe we weren't
the only ones

that woman was
asking help from.

- I don't think
she talked to anybody.

[tense music]

* *

- What's going on here?

- Just--just getting rid
of her menu.

* *

- Wait a minute.

* *

- "Call 911.
I think he's going to kill me."

* *

.

- You know, I noticed
the menu moment in the video,

and I just didn't
read anything into it.

- Yeah, the waitress
missed it too.

But the main thing
is now we know

this woman really needs help.

- No doubt.

- We thought maybe
you could pull

her fingerprints off that menu.

- Along with yours
and 100 other people.

It won't get us anywhere.

But this note might help
convince my captain

to free up some resources.

We can put out a BOLO,
maybe pull some footage

from the pod cameras,
try to ID the car.

I'm gonna go talk to him
right now.

I'll be in touch.

- Hope he can find her, fast.

- If it's not already too late.

- Hey.

- So, uh,

what's this?

- It's an ATF case file,

a murder-arson in Arizona.

- I thought that
you weren't on

their investigator list
anymore.

- I'm not.

Van Meter sent the file,
and I said I'd look at it.

- Why would you do that, Kelly?

[tense music]

- Look, Stella.
I'm not hiding this from you.

[chuckles]
I was going to--

- I had no choice
with that arsonist

who was targeting firehouses.

I had to let you take that on.

- You're right.
I had to do it.

This is something I want.

This ATF team,
they're the best.

Working with them would open
doors for me down the road,

like if I wanted
to run OFI someday.

But you still don't trust me,

so how do we get through
this deadlock?

- Not by bulldozing over me.

- I'm not. I get it now.

* *

Let me show you I can handle
a case like this

and then come back home to you.

- You're asking,
but it seems

like you have already made
the decision.

- I haven't promised him
anything.

* *

If you're not OK
with me going, then...

I won't go--simple as that.

* *

Just think it over, OK?

* *

- OK.

* *

- Ah, "Collapse
of Burning Buildings:

A Guide to Fireground Safety."

I remember it well.

- No spoilers.
- [chuckles]

How long you been
on the job, Gibson?

- A little over 2 1/2 years.

- Chicago born and raised?

- Garfield Park.

- Go Sox.
- Hell yeah.

- Any family members
in the fire service?

- Nah, just me.

[soft music]

- What's your sport?

- My sport?

- Don't tell me
you're not an athlete.

* *

- Just played a little football
in high school.

That's about it.

- Hey, guys.

- Oh, good.
The donuts are here.

* *

I guess half a Danish
won't kill me.

- Mm-hmm.

- Sorry to leave you hanging
before.

- It's all good.

I got the lowdown from Ritter.
- Mm-hmm.

- You guys have any luck
out there?

- Nope, not really.

- We confirmed that
the woman was in danger,

but the cops have
so little to go on.

It's not very hopeful.

- Unless they can somehow
identify this guy.

But we don't know
the first thing about him.

Here.

- Hmm. You know one thing.

- Hmm?
- He's a shingler.

- A what?
- A shingler. A roofer.

See how his work boots are all
worn out on the inner sides?

That's from straddling
steep-pitched roofs.

- You can tell that
just by looking at his boots?

- Sure.

I've worked with
a lot of those guys.

- Wow. Carver, that's, like,

some Sherlock Holmes-level
deduction.

[alarm blaring]

- Truck 81, Squad 3,
ambulance 61.

Person trapped,
1400 East Ashland Avenue.

[sirens wailing]

[dramatic music]

* *

- Squad, stand by.

I'll see what
we're dealing with.

[indistinct chatter]
[indistinct PA announcements]

- They're in aisle 10.

That way.

- Fire department
coming through.

- Hey, step aside, please.

- Hey, back up, guys.
Give us some room.

Hey, guys, back up.

- Where's the victim?

* *

- [sobbing]

* *

.

- Can you hear me?
- Make room, guys.

- Do you know where you are?
- [sobbing] Yes.

- Please.

- All right,
we're gonna take care of you.

I'm gonna need you to breathe
nice and easy, OK?

- This is not
my operator's fault.

She must have gone
around the barricade.

- Sir, maybe you can help
direct the shoppers

away from the area.
- Come on, people.

Let's clear the aisle, please.

- Yeah, let's give
these folks some room.

- Hey. Back up.

- Severide, I know that's
a serious piece of metal,

but is there any way
for us to leave it in place?

If we remove it on site,

I doubt she'll survive
the hemorrhaging.

- Yeah. Hey, Cruz.

Bring in the K12.

Yeah, it'll take some work...
- Copy.

- But we'll cut it down
to a manageable size.

- It's pretty close
to her spine,

so as much as you can
minimize movement.

- Will do.
[woman sobbing]

Double time, Cruz.

* *

- [sobbing]

- I'm gonna give you something
for the pain,

and then we're gonna
get you out of here, OK?

- Please, I don't want to die.

* *

- All right, let's get rid
of this pallet.

* *

- [crying]

* *

- All right, easy.

- Clear up, come on.
Coming through.

Coming through. K12 coming in.

- Hey, Cruz,
we're gonna use this water

to cool down the steel.
- Yeah. Copy, copy.

- OK, guys. Watch your eyes.

* *

[saw buzzing]

[saw shuts off]

- What? What's the problem?

- Forklift must've raised
the shelf in the accident.

It's putting a serious load
on the fork.

- OK, what's that mean?

- That means
when he makes his cut,

the piece that's
going through her,

it's gonna kick back
like a mule.

- That can't happen.
It'll kill her.

* *

- Uh, hey.

Uh, I need one of your guys
to lower the forklift.

- You want my guys to move
that thing while it's in her?

- Yeah, quick.
- No, sir.

I won't allow that.
Way too much liability.

- Carver.
- Huh?

- You ever work one of these?
- Once or twice.

They're pretty straightforward.
- Yeah, go.

- Hey, why don't you guys
quit the chitchat

and help the poor lady?

- Hey, we are working on it.

Just stay back, please.

- Working on it?

To us, it looks like
you're not doing anything.

- Hey, Carver,
just lower this shelf down

onto the pins,
steady as you can.

[crowd chattering]
- Copy that.

* *

[forklift whirring]

- OK.

Carver, Carver, a little lower.

* *

[grinding]

OK, a little more.

Tilt forward.
[forklift whirring]

- What are you waiting for?

Do your job!

- Hey, hey, pal. Zip it.

We got this.
- No, you zip it.

We're watching you!

- Hey!

Quiet down.

- Little lower.

[forklift whirring]

[loud bang]
- Set.

- OK, OK.
Lock it off.

Right there. Let's go.
- Whoa.

- Clear the aisle.
Back up, folks.

- Didn't I watch you win
the Cicero semifinals?

- Yeah, sure.

Folks, back up.

* *

- All right, watch your eyes.

- What's he talking about?

- I have no idea.
[saw buzzing]

* *

[whirring]

- There we go.

I'll get her feet.

All right. Let's go.

- Make a hole.
Let 'em through.

* *

Come on. Quick, quick. Please.

* *

- They got her stabilized.

Trauma surgeon's
in with her now.

Sounds like
there's a good chance

she can make it through this.

- Wow, she will have
a hell of a story to tell.

- Yeah, no kidding.

- I was thinking,

if Carver is right about
this guy being a roofer,

there's gotta be some way
we can use that information.

- Well, they said he comes
into the coffee shop a lot.

Maybe he works nearby.

We could visit roofing
companies in the area,

show 'em the video.

Maybe someone will
recognize him.

- Let's go.

- I'm gonna get a fresh blade
on the K12.

- Yeah, great.

- Good work, Gibson.

If you weren't backing me up,

I might've had to get physical
with that blowhard.

- [chuckles]
I would have enjoyed that.

Hell of a call.

- So, does a little
crowd control,

and now you're Team Gibson.

- Have you ever heard of
the Cicero semifinals?

- What's that?

- Guy back at the store
said Gibson won it.

Seemed like a pretty big deal,

but Gibson just
brushed him off.

- Huh.
What do you make of that?

- I think we're long overdue
for Ritter's Google magic.

- Mm.

[chuckles]

- So I thought
about what you said.

- Mm-hmm.

- I think you're right.

If Severide told me
to stay put,

I would have resented it,
even felt trapped.

[soft music]

Still,

I can't tell if he cares
whether I stay or go.

* *

- I just want to say
I wouldn't have looked at

just any case file.

This thing in Tucson
is a big deal.

A federal agent was killed
by a cartel operating in--

- You should go.

* *

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

I don't ever want you
to feel trapped.

So you have my blessing
as long as you come back soon.

- That's the plan.

- But if you go MIA
on me again,

if you leave me in the dark...

- I know.

I know.

* *

- And...

I'm not the only one whose
permission you should ask.

- Boden's already on board.

- I'm not talking about Boden.

* *

- [sighs]

- Any luck?
- No.

I'm getting a lot of weird
looks from these guys,

like it's somehow offensive
to suggest that all roofers

know each other.
- Ah.

Who's next?

- TSG Roofing Solutions,
2200 West Halsted.

That's outside
our still district.

- I won't tell Boden
if you don't.

Did something happen
between you and Carver?

- What?

No. No.

And it's not going to.

- Hmm, seemed like there was
a little spark there,

the way you touched
his arm earlier.

I don't know.

- There's something about him.
I get drawn in.

Can't help it, you know.

But I can't risk
getting involved

with another first responder
who could end up

getting killed
right in front of me.

Can't do it.

- Aww, Vi.
That's a lot to carry.

- Yep.

[somber music]

It's coming up here
on the left, 2200.

[suspenseful music]

- Violet, that's his car.

- Don't stop. Keep going.

* *

[line ringing]

- Hey, Mikami.

No updates to report yet.

- McDaniel, we found him.

- What? How?
- We found him.

His car is at
2200 West Halsted.

You have to get here.

- I'm five minutes away.

Is the woman with him?

- We don't know.

We can only see his car.
- OK.

Don't do anything.
I'm coming.

- Copy.

He's coming.

* *

- [sighs] Carver is never
gonna let me forget

that he was right about
this guy being a roofer.

- Come on, Officer McDaniel.

Where are you?

[dramatic music]

- Uh-oh.
Something's happening.

- There she is.

* *

He's taking her somewhere.

No, no, no, no.

[line ringing]
- [grunting]

* *

- Ugh. God, this is bad.

- Officer McDaniel.
Leave me a message.

- [groans] Voicemail.

OK, what do we do?

* *

- I'm not gonna lose him again.

[engine starting]

* *

[tires screeching]

* *

[panting]

* *

[tires screeching]

[crashing]

- Is he crazy?

What is he doing?

* *

[crashing]

.

- Are you OK?
- Oh, my God.

[dramatic music]

He's insane.

[tires screeching]

[crashing]

- No!

Run! Go!

Run!

[sirens wailing]
- Let me go!

- No!
- Let me go!

- Get out of the car!

Show me your hands!
Show me your hands!

Get out!
- Hey, hey, stay there.

Stay there. Stay there.
- Let's go.

- [grunts]
Let's go.

Got me?

- [grunts]
All right!

- [sobs]
- It's OK. You're safe.

- [sobbing] Thank you.

Oh, my God.

- It's OK.

- Thank you.

- OK.

* *

- What's up, Lieutenant?

- I need to go away
for a little while.

Another arson case
with the ATF.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, if you're good with it.

- If I'm good?

You're asking me?

- I won't go unless you're
willing to step into my shoes,

like you did before,

take care of Squad 3
till I get back.

[soft music]

There's no one else I trust.

* *

- Talk to me, Ritter.

Did you work your Google magic?

- Yeah, Mouch.

I typed in Google.com,
and presto.

- And what'd you learn?

- Well, the Cicero semifinals

is an amateur
boxing tournament.

Did you know
Gibson was a Golden Gloves

regional contender?

He was undefeated, actually,

and then he just walked away
and became a firefighter.

- Huh.

Wonder why he made the switch.

- What I wonder is
why would he leave out

that piece of information
when I asked him

a direct question about sports?

* *

- Oh.

- Well, your new paramedic
chief is on her way here,

curious to hear how
you managed to crash your rig

outside your still district.

- Seriously, that's what
she's concerned about?

- Well, I'm happy to tell her
about Mia Sandoval,

a woman whose
abusive ex-boyfriend

went off the rails
when she filed

a restraining order
against him.

- Yeah, he essentially
kidnapped her for three days

and threatened to kill her
if she left his sight.

- Yeah, if the new chief
wants to write us up

for driving five blocks
out of the district

so we could save Mia's life,
then she can...

- Maybe it's better I speak

to your paramedic chief
on your behalf.

- No, I would really like

to have that
conversation with her.

* *

[sighs] You're right.

You should talk to her.

- And I will let her know
that you two

always find some trouble
to get into.

- Thank you, Chief.

* *

- Hey, Chief.

You got a minute?

- Yeah.

- It's about the lieutenant's
test coming up.

I don't think
it's the right time.

* *

- You're withdrawing your name.

- Maybe down the road.

* *

- It'll be nice to have you
here for a while longer, Joe.

* *

- Hey.

Gibson just told me he's gonna
come to Molly's tonight.

- Putting in the effort
to connect with the team.

That's good.

- That's what
I was thinking too.

Are you guys gonna ask him
about the boxing thing?

- I don't know.

I mean, he had a chance

to bring it up with me
and with Carver,

and he didn't.

- I guess people have
their reasons for not talking.

- And it is
his personal business.

- I may have been
a little overzealous

in my pursuit of knowledge.

Maybe we just give the kid
a little leeway.

- Yeah.

It's not easy being
the new guy at 51.

[soft music]

- Wrong.

The first organized
fire brigade

was established in ancient Rome

because they had
so many fires--

like, 1,000 fires a day.

- That doesn't sound right.

- Well, it is.

- What was burning then?

Everything was made of marble.

[muffled speech]
I haven't finished the podcast.

[indistinct speech]

- Another round for my fellow
truckies, on the house.

Welcome to the team, Gibson.

- Thanks, Mouch.

Did you just steal these?

- You're brand new here,

so I will forgive
your ignorance,

but I am co-owner
of this establishment.

- OK. Well, shouldn't you
be behind the bar?

Seems like they're
a little shorthanded.

- [chuckles] Uh,
I don't sling drinks, Gibson.

I'm more of a big picture guy.

- [chuckles]
Gotcha.

- Mm. Uh-oh.
Looks like my drink's broken.

Let's get one more round on me.

- I can't.
My ride is here.

- Oh, but it's not--oh.

That's right.
I keep forgetting.

You're a responsible mom now.

- All right.
I'll see you on shift.

- OK.

[upbeat music playing]

* *

- Can I get you a refill?

A hero like you
shouldn't have to buy

her own drinks tonight.

- I can take care of myself,
Carver.

Thank you.

- I know you can.

- You know,
I'm probably done anyway.

[soft music]

* *

- Hey, Violet.

- You following me
to the bathroom?

- This hot and cold thing
you're doing,

I'm starting to get whiplash.

Just when I think we got
some good energy going,

you ice me out.

I mean, what's your deal?

* *

You, uh, want
to get out of here?

- Yeah.

* *

- Is that my cab?

- Mm-hmm.

We need to replace that
angle valve under the sink.

I was gonna call the landlord.

- No.

No way.

Johann's never fixed
anything right in his life.

- [chuckles]
- I'll do it when I get back.

- OK.

Then I'll wait.

* *

- See you soon.

* *

- I'll see you soon.

* *

[car door slams]

.

[dramatic music]

* *

[wolf howls]