All language subtitles for Chicago Fire S12E09 Something About Her 1080p AMZN WEB-DL DDP5 1 H 264-FLUX[EZTVx.to]

If you wanna transfer to 51,
you should just tell Chief.

Just in case.

In case what?

What are you on?

Speed and benzos is my guess.

[grunts]

I need to get out.
I need to go.

[dramatic music]

James, what's going on?

My mom, she's in jail.

I raised that boy
like my own.

This is your home too.

You can stay here
as long as you want.

♪

St. John's it's called,
north side of Portland.

She says it's gorgeous.

It rains 174 days a year
in Portland.

I looked it up.
- Is that right?

Well,
Brett doesn't seem to mind.

She's loving it.

Oh, Brett was nice.

But if you moved
across the country,

that would be a tragedy.

Promise me you won't.

A little on the high side
today, Kathy.

Are you taking your ramipril?

The pink
diamond-shaped pills?

The orange
and white capsules.

The pink circles
are your Coumadin.

And the blue triangles
are your--you know what?

I'll just write that down
again for you.

You taking your walks
like we talked about?

There's no better medicine for
that ticker than a nice walk.

There were 617 murders
in Chicago last year.

They said it on the news.

That is way too many.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I got a little something
for you.

You are in for a treat.

[soft upbeat music]

Trudy's famous sausage
and ricotta lasagna.

Made fresh last night.

The trouble you go to for me.

No one's ever taken
such good care of me, Randall.

Not my whole life.

It is no trouble at all.

♪

[knocks on door]

I'm sorry.
I slept through both my alarms.

I was so busy last night.

I was picking up fares
till 4:00 a.m.

You know, you can't
keep pushing yourself

like this forever, son.

If you need a rest day,
you should take it.

What I need is the money.

I can't keep living
with you forever, right?

You know, I think
you'll make much more driving

than uploading fire reports
for me.

The app won't let us

drive for longer than 12 hours
anyway, so...

Plus, I know you really
need the extra hands.

Are those the reports
by the computer out there?

Uh-huh.
You need help getting situated?

No, I'm good to go.

OK.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

You heard anything
from Gibson?

No, and I don't
really expect to.

I'm sure he's got a lot
to sort through.

- I just hope he's OK.
- Me too.

But it's going to be
a long road.

There she is.
[chuckles]

Oh, Kylie.

[chuckles]
Our first shift together.

Oh, you have no idea
how excited this makes me.

And I know, I know,
it's just one shift.

But like I said,

I'm always down to float
whenever our schedules line up.

You're loving 46,
though, huh?

I'm liking 46.

But I promised my lieutenant

I'd stick it out
for at least a year, so...

Well, it's great to see
that fresh face of yours

on Truck 81.

Mm, thanks.

Mm-hmm.

We got a lot of fresh faces
around here today.

Oh, I've been
bopping around a bit.

20, 67, 105, 40.

Wow, OK, so that's kind of
your thing, bopping around.

Yeah, maybe.

Why do you say that?

I noticed in your file
that you started

your paramedic training
at Lakeside,

but you finished
at Crystal Valley College.

Oh, yeah, there was a bit too
much drama for me at Lakeside,

so I transferred out to CBC.

What--what kind of drama
did you get into at Lakeside?

Oh, you know, the kind where

you get busted for hooking up
with your anatomy instructor

and then everyone
blows a gasket?

[laughs]

[chuckling]
No, like,

really, what happened
at Lakeside?

Oh, no, that happened.

Yeah, it was kind of
a whole thing.

Everyone got pretty
bent out of shape.

Especially his wife.

But that is all
I'm going to say.

[softly]
Yeah.

So what about you?
You ever date a married guy?

[alarm blares]

No?

Truck 81, Squad 3,
Engine 61, Ambo 61.

Structure fire,
3176 South Malvern.

[sirens wailing]

[suspenseful music]

♪

Hey, listen up!

We got subdivided space
in there

with thick soundproof walls

that trap
a tremendous amount of heat,

and we do not have
a lot of time.

Squad, primary search.

Truck, vent the roof,
open up the back.

Herrmann, lead out.

We lost some time.

All right, squad.
Let's mask up!

All right, Mouch, Kylie,
you're going up on the roof.

Carver, you're with me.

- All right.
- Let's go.

♪

Hey, Herrmann! Figure out
where that smoke's coming from.

We're going deep.

All right, I'm on it.

♪

[groans]

Herrmann,
first door Bravo side!

- Copy that.
- Let's keep moving.

There's more rooms down here.

♪

Fire department. Call out!

Please, in here!

Help me!
Ah! I'm burning up!

♪

Please, please!
I'm burning up!

Hey!

Let's see if there's
an adjacent room accessible

and go through the wall.

Capp, battering ram at K12.

Tony, you're with me.
Let's move.

[suspenseful music]

Tony.

[shelves clank]

♪

They must have layered walls
for soundproofing.

It'll keep the flames off him
for a few minutes.

Gotta be getting hot
in there, though!

- [indistinct shouting]
- Hey, we're coming!

Hurry! I'm burning up!
Please!

[buzzsaw revving]

♪

Ah! I'm burning up!
Please! [screams]

- Capp, hit it with the ram.
- Copy.

Get low! We're almost there!
[person screams]

Cover yourself
with anything you can find!

It burns! Get me out of here!

[coughing]
- Why don't you sit down?

All right,
let's sit you down right here.

We're going to set an IV

and give you something
for the pain, OK?

[coughs]
OK.

Right here.

Set an IV and give him
25 micrograms of fentanyl.

Copy that.

Anyone else in there?

No, no, no, I don't think so.

I'm usually the only one around
at this hour. [groans]

You have any idea what
might have caused the fire?

I usually can't hear anything
in that booth.

I like to write in there.
It's so quiet, you know?

I guess I dozed off.

And all of a sudden,
the whole studio is on fire.

All right, thanks.

Any shortness of breath?

- Pushing fentanyl.
- Copy.

A little.

But the skin feels like
it's about to melt off my face.

Dry, sterile dressing?

Yes.

Looks like you've got
second-degree burns here.

And mild smoke inhalation based
on your oxygen levels,

so we're going to wrap these
burns and take you to Med, OK?

Here's the 4x4s and I have
the non-rebreather standing by.

Great.

[air hissing]

There you go.

Hey,
squad can handle overhaul

if you guys want to pick up.

Oh, wow, that is very
generous of you, Lieutenant.

I just noticed a few things
that got me curious.

I want to make sure

whoever Van Meter
sends out here is on top of it.

Uh-huh.

Hey.

Hey, sir,
you can't go in there.

I'm the owner.
What happened?

Was anyone hurt?

We got one person
from the building.

Oh, thank God.

Must be my studio manager.
Is he OK?

Our medics took him
to Chicago Med with some burns

on his neck and arms,
but nothing serious.

So he's OK.

Wish we could say the same
for your property,

but the fire was already out
of control when we got here.

I don't give a damn
about this stuff.

I'm just grateful
no one was hurt badly.

Where did you say you took him?

Chicago Med.

It's a hell of a thing
what you all do for us.

Thank you.

[car door clicks]

♪

[brakes hiss]

Ooh, that guy's a cutie, huh?

Yeah, he's all right.

Is he single?

I don't know.

Is he boring?

No, he's pretty fun, actually.

Does he ever, uh,
date co-workers?

Or does he have
one of those, like,

quote-unquote, "policies"?

Uh, I, uh--

Doesn't matter.

Even those guys have a funny
way of changing their minds.

Hey, got a sec?

Hey.

[soft music]

I wanna show you something.

- Hey, quick question.
- Let me guess.

You're having trouble
with the city data portal?

Actually, yeah, it keeps
crashing on me for no reason.

What is it, like, 20 years old?

Yeah, it took me months
to figure out

how to upload fire reports
on the first try.

I think you have to be
over 50 to understand it.

[both chuckle]

Really, though,
I was just wondering

do you know how long it takes
to get paid around here?

First check?
Two or three weeks.

[softly]
Wow.

If you need it sooner,
I know the payroll manager

from my time
on Chief Boden's desk.

I can put in a call,
see if they'll expedite it.

- Yeah?
- I can't make any promises.

You wouldn't believe
the amount of red tape

just to order
extra printer toner.

[both chuckle]

That would be huge,
if you could help.

Yeah, totally.

I'll let you know.

Thanks, Kylie.

You're the best.
[chuckles]

[somber music]

♪

[Severide chuckles]

I was hoping
you'd get a head start.

You handling this one
yourself?

Half the CFD is out sick
this week, apparently.

Any impressions so far?

Definitely suspicious.

You see that?

- Stone wool insulation.
- Fire-rated.

It had to be pushing
2,000 degrees in here

for it to melt like that.

You got an origin point yet?

Found three of them so far--

one down the hall
in the next studio

and one in the control room
back there.

And one right here.

That narrow V pattern
definitely says accelerant.

The smell, it's not familiar.

Maybe some kind of
cleaning product?

Yeah. Whatever it was,

I think it may have reacted
with the formaldehyde

off-gassing
from the insulation,

which is why it makes it so
difficult to identify the odor.

I think the smell is
getting stronger over here.

Oh.

Yeah.

[ominous music]

If it's OK with you,
I'm going to give Van Meter

a hand on this one, chief.

- Yeah, of course.
- Thanks.

There's two vehicles parked
in the back lot.

One belongs to Dale Smith,

the guy you rescued
from the fire.

The other one belongs
to a Wyatt Sullivan,

the studio manager.

I'm assuming
that's our John Doe.

That's who the owner
was worried about.

Apparently the owner
is still over at Med.

Let's give him a call.

[soft suspenseful music]

♪

- You were at the fire.
- Kelly Severide.

This is Captain Van Meter

with the Office
of Fire Investigation.

Billy Nicholson.
I own Canal Port Studios.

[sighs]
What's left of it.

That's Jane,
my studio manager's wife.

I just can't believe
this is really happening.

Poor Jane.

She texted me this morning
in a panic

that Wyatt didn't
come home last night

and wasn't
picking up his phone.

[Billy sighs]

I just got
this sinking feeling.

Where were you at that time?

My house up in Lake Geneva.

I got in my car and I drove
straight down to the studio,

but it was...

I'm sorry.

I just should have been here.

Any idea what happened,
Mr. Nicholson?

I don't know.

But we have been having
problems with this one client.

The guy we pulled
from the fire?

Dale?
No, no, no.

Dale is a solid guy,
long-time client.

Never had any issues there.

I'm talking about
Antoine Kennedy.

Says he's a rap artist,

but always seemed more like
a drug dealer to me.

This guy just had that vibe,
you know?

Booked the studio
for four weeks,

paid half up front in cash

and then kept stringing me
along on the balance.

So finally,
I told Wyatt to kick him out.

When was that?

Last night.

Antoine was not happy,
to say the least.

He sent Wyatt some texts
after he left.

Pretty disturbing stuff
in retrospect.

Wyatt forwarded it to me.

Yeah, I wish I would have
taken it more seriously,

but I just thought
it was bluster.

- Where can we find Antoine?
- I don't know.

He didn't sign a contract.
We're pretty informal.

Well,
we appreciate your time.

If you could forward
those texts

with anything else that
you think could be helpful,

that'd be great.

Mm.

♪

Should we get PD
to put a BOLO out

on this Antoine character?

Definitely.

PD is stretched so thin.

I'm not sure
I see this ranking high

on their priority list, unfortunately.

So we track him down
ourselves.

♪

[TV chatter]

And there goes another Cubs
championship down the drain.

It's the third game
of the season, brother.

You got to--

Kathy?
What are you doing here?

Well, you said
to walk more, so--

I didn't mean walk a mile
and a half in one shot.

Also, I had to get
this back to you.

Oh, that was not necessary.
Come here, have a seat.

Such a gentleman, Randall.

- Are you feeling OK?
- Right as rain.

Just a little winded.

It's been ages since
I've been out and about.

Kathy, this really isn't
a good time for a visit.

I mean, we could get called out
of the house at any moment.

That's so exciting.

Yeah, well,

it's better I call you an Uber
to take you home, OK?

Oh, that's not necessary,
Randall.

I got myself here.
I can get myself home.

No, I insist.

I'll, uh--
let's get my phone.

Such a gentleman.

Don't give me that look.

What look?

I promised Brett

I would take care
of the paramedicine program

with the same TLC
she always gave it.

I don't remember
any paramedics and patients

just popping in here
unannounced

when she was running it.

I will not let
your cynicism infect me.

[soft suspenseful music]

♪

So what's the motive?

Revenge?

Studio manager kicks him out,
makes him feel disrespected,

he takes off,
stews for a while,

maybe his buddies
get in his ear,

he goes back,
pops the studio manager,

torches the place
to cover it up.

I buy it.

Guy looks the part,
I'll give him that.

I won't be surprised
if the ME finds

a 9-millimeter slug
inside the victim.

[mouse clicking]

Interesting.

He practically lives
at this place on Cermak,

Poppin' Billiards.

He's posting from there
all the time.

♪

Are you going to go alone?

I'm just going
to go ask around.

What if he's there?

I'll call for backup.

Please be careful.

Always.

♪

That portal still crashing
on you?

Here, let me show
you something.

Nope.
[keyboard clicks]

All good, got it.

Oh, uh, sorry.

It's not what you think.

None of my business.
[chuckles softly]

I'm about to lose
my mom's house.

I thought it'd be smart
just to rent it out

so I could keep paying the
mortgage while I'm in Chicago.

I cut a deal with
some friends of friends.

But like a dumbass, I didn't
make them put down a deposit.

They haven't
paid a dime of rent.

They're throwing wild parties,

trashing the place,
refusing to leave.

I've been reading up
on Michigan State laws.

I got to take them to court.

And I'm already behind
on the mortgage.

That's why you needed
your paycheck rushed?

♪

You don't have
to do this alone.

He's done enough.

This is my screw-up.
I'm going to fix it.

So the trick is to drag
the file into the upload menu

instead of selecting it.

And never,
ever hit the back button.

♪

I won't say anything.

But I really think you should.

♪

[hip-hop music playing]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪

[fire alarm blaring]

[tense music]

♪

Hey.

[grunts]

♪

Yo, Antoine!

[sirens wailing]
Antoine!

♪

Police! Stop!

Get your ass down.

On your knees, right now.

[police chattering]

♪

[car door clicks]
[engines start]

I thought you said
PD was stretched

too thin to prioritize our guy.

How'd you get them
to send in the cavalry?

Chem analysis
from the scene came back.

Turns out the arsonist
torched the place with acetone.

Enough to believe
he's involved

in methamphetamine production,
I take it?

Or heroin or MDMA
or take your pick.

You can observe the interview
as a courtesy.

But we ask the questions.

- Understood.
- OK.

So...

how long you been
in the drug trade, Antoine?

[sighs] I ain't
in the drug trade, bruh.

I'm a musician.
Check the Spotify profile.

Oh, we did.

We've been enjoying your music, actually.

I like that song
"Chalk Slinger,"

the one where you rap about
dealing meth for six minutes?

Y'all for real right now?

It's called art.

The whole akslinga thing,
that ain't really me, you know?

It's a character.
- Fair enough.

So tell us, is there some
music-related use for acetone?

The hell is acetone?

Acetone is
a precursor chemical

in the production of several
common street drugs, Antoine.

It's also highly flammable.

Why'd you run
when you saw me?

Because the second a fireman
came looking for me,

I knew y'all was going to try

to hang that studio thing
on me.

And I was right too, wasn't I?

Now that you mention it,

where were you between
3:00 and 6:00 this morning?

Home sleeping.
Where were you?

Can anyone back you up
on that?

Nope, I was alone.
For once.

Billy said
you owed him money,

that you were
stringing him along

for two weeks until he finally

had to have a studio manager
come kick you out last night.

Bruh, that ain't even
how it happened.

OK?
Dude is lying.

I was all paid up.

Then last night, Wyatt busts in

saying there's some big name
that wants to book my studio

and they offering
three times the rate.

So now I got to match it
or clear out.

Him and Billy was always
doing shady stuff like that

to keep that broke-ass place
running.

You basically threatened
to kill the guy, Antoine.

I didn't mean it like that,
a'ight?

I was pissed off
and I had a right to be.

They kicked me out
for no reason.

I could prove it too.

I was in the middle of a take
when Wyatt came in.

Whole thing is on tape.

Was on tape.

Till it got burned up
in the fire.

Along with our only eyewitness.

Which is all pretty convenient, huh?

That ain't convenient.

It's a damn tragedy.

I had 40 hours of my blood,
sweat, and tears on that tape.

Now it's just gone forever.

A man's dead.

But losing 40 hours
of his music,

that's the tragedy?

♪

We're going to hold him,

get a warrant
to search his place.

We find any product--

hell, we find
one drop of acetone,

that's checkmate, fellas.

♪

You're not convinced
he's our guy.

I didn't feel like
he was lying.

And if his story is true,

he may not be the studio's
only disgruntled client.

But these two,
are laser-focused on one guy

when they should
be turning over every rock.

It's a good thing someone
loves turning over rocks.

You know what
this house needs?

An air fryer.
Trudy and I recently got one.

And all I can say is
life-changing.

Aren't they just tiny ovens?

Well, it'd take like four
of them to feed everybody.

Listen, I can't explain
the science behind it,

but everything tastes better
in an air fryer.

Hey, you guys
know anything about

the random lady
crashed out in the bunk room?

[item clatters on floor]

[tense music]

♪

Kathy, you got to wake up.

♪

[chuckling]
Mm.

You can't be here, Kathy.

I know. I'm sorry.
[chuckles softly]

I promise
I won't get in the way.

I just--

it's hard to be away from you.

I know how that sounds,
but it's true.

It's like I was underwater
until you came into my life.

Now the only time
I can breathe

is when I'm around you,
Randall.

I'm sorry,
but you have to go.

I mean it.
Right now.

Come on, you got to go.
- OK, OK.

I can take a hint.
[chuckles softly]

♪

I'll still see you
on Wednesday, though, right?

You know I'm worthless
at keeping my meds straight.

Sure, Kathy, you bet.
I'll see you then.

♪

[sighs]

And the thing about 115
was the nicknames.

So not funny.

Like there was this guy
they called Smacky.

Why is he called Smacky?

Because he likes
to smack people.

I mean, come on, people,

stir your creative juices
a little.

[chuckles]

So what about--

what about 51,
what's our thing?

- Honestly?
- Mm-hmm.

51 is pretty dope so far.

On the plus side,
lots of action.

Everyone is super nice.

On the minus side,
not a ton of young people.

I'm 27, and so is Ritter.

And Carver, he's only like 30--

You're only 27?
Wow, you seem so much older.

Hey, so is it true
you guys hang out

at some place called Mary's
after work?

Sounds kind of religious.

No, it's called Molly's
and it's a bar.

It's a great bar.

Cool.

I mean, I'm not a
big Wicker Park person,

but I'm flexible.

Ambulance 61, child injured,
unknown causes,

2339 Grove Avenue.
- [sighs] OK.

Copy that, main.
Ambo 61 en route.

[siren starts wailing]

[tense music]

This place is
creeping me out.

Is this even the right address?

61 to main--
- Shh. Just wait.

♪

Hello?

♪

Did someone call for help?

In the basement, hurry!

Stay on my hip, and don't do
anything until I tell you to.

OK?
- Yep.

♪

[dramatic music]

We're paramedics.
You can put it down.

Put that gun on the ground
now, right now.

It was an accident,
I swear to God.

Is he dead?

I don't know.
We have to check him out.

Can you put the gun
on the ground, please?

Right now.

If he's dead, they won't
just send me to juvie again!

If he is alive,
we can help him.

But not until
you put the gun down, OK?

[tense music]

No.

♪

What's your name, bud?

Theo.

I'm Rosie.

You know... that's Violet.

She's, like, the best paramedic
that I've ever worked with.

So if anyone can
help your friend, it's her.

So she's--she's just
going to stop the bleeding.

And we can just talk
for a minute, OK?

♪

Whew.

♪

My heart's going like
a million miles an hour.

[chuckles uncomfortably]

How about you?

Yeah, it's funny how
feeling really scared

and really excited
feel so similar.

That's why you were
checking out that gun, huh?

That feeling?

Pulse is weak and fast.

What does that mean?

He's going to be OK,
just look at me.

Hey, Theo...

have you ever been down
to Stearns Quarry?

Did you know
that people used to

jump off the big rock
into the water?

It's all blocked off now.

But this one time,
my friends and I did it.

The thing is you have to walk
way out on this limb

to make sure you don't land
in the shallow water.

And, uh, it was...

it was my turn
and I was out there.

And I was holding on to this
branch to keep my balance.

And I was so terrified
of falling in

that I pulled down too hard
on the branch

and it snapped.

And I fell.

Crazy--

my--my fear of falling
literally made me fall.

♪

That's what
I'm worried about here.

That you are so scared that
you're going to get in trouble

that you're going
to accidentally

do something that will get you
into way bigger trouble.

But you're--
you're not there yet, Theo,

I--I promise.

You can still step back.

♪

It's OK.
Hey.

I got you.

♪

[soft dramatic music]

♪

Pulse is strong.
Pressure's stable.

[whispering]
OK. Did you hear that?

He's going to be OK.

♪

[tense somber music]

♪

[line trilling]

[phone ringing]

Hey, you find anything?

No, I found nothing.
It's all gone.

Why do you sound excited?

Every piece
of high-end recording equipment

has been cleared out.

Like someone knew the place
was going to burn down.

Whoa, that's like
a telltale sign

for arson for profit, right?

You bet your ass it is.

I'll see you in 20.

Uh-huh. Yeah.
Yeah, I know.

Let's meet at that place Mary's
in Wicker Park.

No, yeah, I know, I know,
but it's supposed to be cool,

in like a old-timey
kind of way.

Maybe you were right.

Maybe she's not 51 material.

I don't know.
She's definitely a lot.

But there is
something about her.

You wanted to see me, Chief?

James left yesterday
without telling me.

Didn't come home last night.

This morning, I get a text

telling me that he's not going
to make it in today.

Now, I know he is burning
the candle at both ends

driving all night
trying to earn enough money

to get his own place.

And I know he's an adult who
can do his own thing, but...

♪

But he said he wanted this job.

Now it feels...

irresponsible, if you ask me.

Chief, wait.

[sighs] I saw the warning signs
with Gibson

and I thought I was helping him
by keeping it to myself.

I don't want to make
the same mistake again.

Go on.

I know where James went.

[soft music]

Hey, thanks for coming by
on such short notice.

We just wanted to confirm
a few details about the fire.

Whatever I can do to help.

That is Studio A control room.

And all of the equipment
in this photo is all insured?

Of course it was insured.

That's $200,000 worth
of equipment in that room.

The console alone
is worth almost 100.

Why are you asking me that?

I don't understand where
you're going with this.

None of the equipment
was destroyed.

It wasn't even there,
it was removed

before the fire
burned the studio down,

which is either incredibly
lucky timing, or--

That's impossible.

I'm the only person
who's authorized to--

♪

Oh.

You think I did it?

You think
I moved the equipment out

and burned down my own studio

and killed my best friend
of 40 years

all to collect a couple
hundred thousand dollars

of insurance money?

Why would I do that?

Well, we heard the studio was
having financial troubles.

Fine.

We weren't killing it.

But I was hustling my ass off
to make that business work.

Not for myself, but for Wyatt.

Your studio manager?

My friend.

We've known each other
since we were in grade school.

He was my best man twice.

When he was down on his luck,
I gave him a job,

taught him the business,
tried to help him out.

Pandemic was brutal
on those two.

Wyatt was bouncing around
from job to job.

I think Jane's nail salon
struggled

ever since she opened it.

It--
his wife owns a nail salon?

Over on Clyburn. Why?

Can I help you?

[tense music]

What's going on here?

We got a warrant here
to search the premises, ma'am.

We're investigating the fire
at Canal Port Studios.

And the death
of Wyatt Sullivan.

I assume you store your
acetone in the back there?

Hey, this is my business.

You can't just--
[scoffs]

Wait, you can't just
go back there.

The--

♪

It's acetone.

All nail salons use it.

There's nothing improper
about acetone.

Kelly, check this out.

♪

Wyatt did it.
I--

I tried to talk him out of it,
I swear.

I knew he was
way out of his depth.

But he said he knew what
he was doing. [sniffles]

We got into so much debt
during the pandemic.

He said he could
sell this stuff

and give us a fresh start.

And it was all insured anyway,
so Billy would be OK.

Wyatt wasn't supposed to...

[sobbing]
He was supposed to get out.

Why didn't he just get out?

♪

Hey, honey, come on in here.

We have a visitor.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

[ominous music]

Hi, Randall.

♪

I brought Trudy
a bundt cake to thank her

for all the food she sent over
the last few months.

Well, that was
very thoughtful, Kathy.

Hey, uh...

you want to go in the kitchen
with me for a minute,

cut that cake?

Don't be ridiculous.

I don't need your help
cutting a cake.

Uh, you sure about that?

Honey, sit.
Entertain our guest.

I'll be back in two shakes.

[soft tense music]

♪

You were very rude earlier,
Randall.

And I didn't like it.

Not one bit.

I'm sorry about that.
I wasn't trying to be rude.

You made me feel like dirt.

That wasn't my intention.

The thing is,

I must have given you
the wrong impression

somewhere along the way,

which is completely my fault,
by the way.

I take full responsibility.

This--
this was never my strong suit.

Brett was the one who always
handled the, uh...

you know, client relations,
I guess.

Kathy,
this looks just delicious.

Here you go.

Oh, no,
I made it for you, Trudy.

Oh.
[dish clatters]

[grunts]

[yelps]
- Stay down.

You're under arrest.

Randall, what's happening?
Why am I being arrested?

Assault with a deadly weapon.

Whoa! How did you--

I had the sergeant on duty
run her name.

It seems your friend spent
four years in a secured

psychiatric facility
for attempted murder.

Get up.

Move.

♪

[shuddering sigh]

[sighs]

[upbeat music playing]

So this is the famous Mary's, huh?

- No, like--
- Molly's, I know.

I'm just messing with you.

[chuckles]
It's not bad.

Mm-hmm.

It's pretty cozy, actually.

Which some people really like.

Shots?
- I--

Hey, Herrmann.
Can we get two Dublin drops?

- You got it.
- Thanks.

So how was your first shift
at 51?

Oh, man.

- That was a wild one, huh?
- Right?

And that was a pretty mellow
shift, believe it or not.

Yeah, 51 is pretty badass.
You can say it.

[chuckles]

So how would you feel about--

Here we go, two Dublin drops
for the ladies.

- Whoo.
- Ooh.

Whoo!

Wow, OK.

♪

[drink thunks]

[both chuckle]

Sorry, what were you saying?

Uh, I was going to ask

if you wanted to stay on 61
for a few more shifts.

Totally, yeah, we should
really keep talking about that.

Kip! Hey, girl.

One sec.
- OK.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- You want to sit?
- Yeah.

♪

[Violet laughs]

I hope you know
I'm only into PICs.

Just for the record.

Well, you can be
into whoever you want.

[glasses clink]
Just for the record.

Oh.

- I'm serious.
- Mm-hmm.

Don't sass me.
I am a PIC.

♪

Yes, you are.
[glasses clink]

♪

[hip-hop music playing]

♪

Hey, what you doing here,
fire man?

Y'all change your mind
about me doing that arson?

♪

[chuckling]
Oh, man, are those my files?

Yeah, it turns out
the studio manager

moved all the gear out
before he set the fire.

Whoa, for real?

Wyatt did it himself?
- Yeah.

Yeah, we think it got out of
hand quicker than he expected.

Happens a lot, actually.

♪

Hey, bruh.

I'll send you my album.
You'll like it.

My rhymes are fire.

[Severide chuckles]

♪

[soft somber music]

♪

[sighs]

♪

- I'm sorry, I--
- Don't be.

I know you're dealing
with a lot right now.

I can't believe
you drove all this way.

I was worried about you, son.

Besides, this looks like
a two-man job to say the least.

♪

Kylie told you, huh?

She was worried
about you too.

I got them to leave, but...

[shakily] I'm behind
three months on the mortgage.

The bank is threatening
to foreclose,

and I don't even know where
to start with this mess, and--

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You just start.

Come on.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]