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I was in a fire once.

I think my sister
started it on purpose.

This is what she was holding on to

when I carried her out of the fire.

I wonder why she wants me
to have it now, though.

You went to my house?

My sister went off on me.
She called me a liar.

I was there to speak with your mom.

Yeah, well, it's just us now.

Bishop is dirty.

I went to his
internal affairs department,

and they already have
a file on me.

Just no hard evidence yet.

And you're helping him get it?

What are the odds

of an engine fire in Bishop's car

exactly when and where
we needed it to happen?

Pretty low.

There's a woman at Med,
and she is giving up

her baby for adoption.

Stella, we got this.

I have some bad news.

She no longer wants
to move forward with adoption.

I'm really sorry this didn't work out.

What time did you get up?

I'm not sure I even slept.

You know, if you need
to take a shift off...

I don't.

I'll be fine.

You sure?

Terry said it'd be normal to have

some complicated feelings after
everything we went through.

I only have one feeling.

It's not that complicated.

I feel like I want to punch something.

And the most frustrating part
is, there's no one to blame.

Look, I know this hurts like hell,

but that's only because
of how bad we both want this,

which only makes me more sure

that we're doing the right thing.

Wow, you are dropping wisdom
like a dad already.

Hey.

Oh, Kidd says Carver's outpatient stuff

ends this week.

He's back full-time next shift.

Sweet.

Hey, Ritter,
how'd your date go last night?

It didn't. He flaked last minute.

The buff chiropractor?

- No!
- Mm.

His profile was adorable.
What did he say?

That he had an amazing parking spot

right in front of his building
and he didn't want to lose it.

- Damn.
- Ugh.

So I'm looking over the enrollment forms

that I picked up
from the Academy yesterday.

- For the chief's test?
- Right.

Get this, right...
those geniuses over at HQ,

they have decided now that everyone

has to get a letter of recommendation

from their current battalion chief

just to sign up for the exam.

And this is a problem because...

I am signing up for the exam

to take away my battalion chief's job.

And now I have to ask him
for that letter?

You're overthinking this.

Just ask him.

I...

- Ask me what?
- Ah, yeah, nothing, Chief.

It's just, you know how those
bureaucrats down at HQ,

they're always, you know, trying to find

new I's for us to cross and T's...

I think you mean...

He knows what I'm talking about.

Mm, yeah, I really don't know.

Well...

Engine 51, Truck 81...

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

Ambulance 61, vehicle fire.

It wasn't the right moment.
I'll ask him when we get back.

Please help me! Get me out of here!

Mouch, Ritter, extinguishers.

- On it, Lieutenant.
- Copy that.

Hey, guys, give us some space.

Tony, Capp, jaws, cutters.
Cruz, with me.

Please get me out of here, please!

All right.

Hey, Damon, pull the cross-lay.

Doherty, give me some water, please.

Nice and easy.

On three.

One, two, three.

Get a line and run fluids wide open.

Copy that.

I know that guy.

That's my boss.

Hey, did you see what happened?

He said he was going out
to run a quick errand.

I saw him drive out of the lot.

And all of a sudden, his car was on fire

and he sped up
and swerved into the divider.

Maybe he panicked when he saw the fire?

OK. Pulse is thready.

And his airway's swelling.
I'm gonna tube him.

Hey, what's his name?

Robert. Robert Franklin.

Robert Franklin.

Isn't that...

The driver who killed Monica Pascal.

That's it.
Let's get him in the ambo, OK?

This guy's in two big crashes
in less than two months?

Crazy.

And Pascal?

Man, just when it seemed like

he was settling back
into a normal groove,

and now this is gonna
stir it all up again.

This poor guy.

We'll wrap this up.

Herrmann says Engine's got it from here.

You want to stick around?

No, let's pick up and go.

I'm gonna poke around
a minute and see what's what.

OK.

I'll see you back at the house.

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- Hey, guys.
- Hey.

How's Franklin doing?

Not good.

He... he went straight into the ICU.

Yeah, based on the severity
of the damage to his lungs,

I'm assuming they're gonna put
him in a medically induced coma.

How did Chief react to the news?

He's not here.

So he hasn't heard yet.

Violet, I saw that piece
about you in the "Sun-Times."

Very cool.

Oh, yeah. Thanks. Yep.

- Wait, what?
- You were in the newspaper?

The "Sun-Times" has
a weekly column called...

"The Hometown Hero Spotlight."

- Yeah.
- Violet Mikami.

Look at you,

going all local celebrity
without telling anybody.

OK, wow, it is...
yeah, it's so not a big deal.

"With only seven years on the job..."

OK, that's good there. Thanks.

"Mikami has already

"made a name for herself
as one of the most dedicated,

skilled, and compassionate
first responders in the field."

- Ugh.
- Look at you.

Natalie.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Kelly gave me the picture

that you dropped off the other day.

And I was going to call you,

but I got caught up
with some family stuff.

Hey, look, whatever...
whatever's going on, I...

I need to borrow some money.

OK.

OK. How much money we talking?

$200.

I know it's a lot,
but I'll pay you back, I swear.

What do you...
what do you need $200 for?

It's important.

Can you just trust me?

Just... just tell me what's going on.

Never mind. Just forget it.

I can get it somewhere else.

No, hey, listen, listen.
I'm just trying to understand...

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here.

No, no, no. Natalie, hey, listen.

Wait, wait, wait. Hey.

Natalie, come on.

What's the situation, Lieutenant?

Not sure yet.

According to witnesses,
the car was already on fire

before it hit the divider.

You're thinking
the fire caused the crash,

not the other way around?

Could be.

From what I can tell,

the fire originated around
the catalytic converter.

Catalytic converter gets
clogged bad enough,

it can cause an explosive
buildup of fuel vapor.

It's rare, but it does happen.

And it tracks with what
your witnesses said.

What?

I hadn't noticed it when
all the vehicles were here,

but that spot,

where the car was parked.

It's gasoline.

So there was a fuel leak.

There's a hole in the fuel line.

The fuel line was
deliberately punctured.

Based on where that hole is,

the driver would have started
the engine,

it would have sprayed gasoline

all over the catalytic converter.

That's what caused the car
to burst into flames.

This wasn't just arson.
It was attempted murder.

Hey, Chief, you got a minute?

What's up, Lieutenant?

We had an MVA this morning.

Single car accident,

one victim in critical condition.

And?

The victim's Robert Franklin.

Well, that's not really
a big surprise, is it?

I said all along that man was
a danger behind the wheel.

Actually, Chief, it wasn't an accident.

I was down there with Captain Van Meter,

and we found pretty clear evidence

to suggest that the car
had been sabotaged.

Does Van Meter know about
my connection to the victim?

I didn't see how it was relevant.

Not if you can account for your
whereabouts the past 24 hours.

You're asking me for an alibi?

I don't need to hear your alibi, Chief.

But Van Meter will.

PD eventually.

I was home alone.

I was there all night
and all this morning.

Is there anyone that can verify that?

I mean, a delivery man, a neighbor...

No.

I had nothing to do with this,
Lieutenant.

Uh-huh. You're saying there is no way?

I mean, not even if my former supervisor

is a deputy commissioner?

Yep. OK.

What happens if, through
no fault of my own, mind you,

I cannot get that letter
before the enrollment deadline?

What then?

OK.

Yeah.

They're not budging?

Nope.

And I'm not gonna bother Pascal now,

not with this whole,
you know, Franklin situation

hanging over everything.

This is not good.

Hey, what's that smile about?

Carver saw the article.

He just sent me a link.

Oh.

What'd he say?

"That is one badass paramedic."

He's not wrong.

Hey.

I got all your messages. What's up?

Well...

you left Kelly a picture
for me, didn't say why,

and then you showed up asking for money

without any explanation for any of it.

What is going on with you, Natalie?

You lied about your sister
burning down your house.

That's not nothing.

It's a big deal, actually.

I shouldn't have said that.

It's just, Julia...

Julia what?

She acts like she hates me.

And her boyfriend basically told me

that they don't want me there.

You know,
like I really want to be there.

I guess I thought if I made it
seem that she was shady,

you would help me get out of there,

help me get to my mom.

I thought that your mom was...

MIA? Yeah, she was.

But she's down in St. Louis now,

and she's doing a lot better.

And she has plenty of room for me

if I could just get myself down there.

That's what the money was for.

OK.

I'll help.

Thanks for coming, Severide.

Did we catch a break, Captain?

If you hadn't taken all of those photos,

who knows if we would have found it.

We were so focused on the fuel line

back at the scene,

but then I looked through these again

after you texted them over,
and check this out.

That a center punch?

Sure as hell looks like one to me.

Perfect tool for the job.

Thanks, Robbie. Right there is fine.

The perp must have dropped it
without any way to get it out.

It's happened to me a few times
with tools, working on engines.

What?

I hate to say it,
but I think we have to assume

the perpetrator is one of our own.

It's time to get PD involved.

This is bad, isn't it?

Yeah.

Do you think that he could be...

I mean, it looks like Pascal
really could have done this.

Right?

You're right. It does look that way.

Which means either he did it

or someone wants us to think he did it.

Are you saying that somebody
is trying to frame Pascal?

There's no security camera

in the parking lot putting him there.

And the center punch is damning,

but they weren't able
to pull any prints.

It could have been deliberately
planted to implicate Pascal.

You would have to hold a serious grudge

to try and set the guy up for murder.

Do you know who?

I just feel like it's been really tense.

Yeah, probably.

Anyone seen the chief
since Severide talked to him?

We were just talking about that.

I saw him get in his buggy and take off.

He didn't say a word to anyone.

Hello.

I know you.

Are you Violet Mikami?

What kind of self-respecting
30-something-year-old

carries a print newspaper?

Why didn't you tell me about this?

It's just weird
getting special attention

for doing my job.

Well, if it makes you feel any better,

something pretty cool
might have come out of it.

Yeah?

There's this doctor
who does medical consulting

for the public defender's office.

She's kind of our go-to
for expert witness testimony.

- Hmm.
- Anyway, she really wants

to sit down with you and talk shop.

With me?

I've been talking you up.

And after she saw this article,

she's chomping at the bit to meet you.

I... I think it could be
a great opportunity.

Wow. OK.

Is this, like...

Ambulance 61, person down
of unknown causes...

- I'm sorry.
- It's all good.

Do you want me to set it up?

Yeah, sure.

Why not, right?

Heads up.

Hey, can you give us some room, please?

What's your name?

His name's Marty.

Marty, can you talk?

Hurt... hurts to breathe.

All right. Let's see what's going on.

Can you try to relax your body
and lay flat for me?

What happened?

He was going after a pass and ran, like,

full-sprint straight
into that water fountain.

Heart rate's elevated. Oxygen's at 92.

OK, Marty, I'm gonna lift your shirt.

OK.

W-w-what's wrong with my...

- Let's get him on some oxygen.
- All right.

You're OK, Marty.
You just fractured a few ribs.

I know it hurts like hell,
but you're gonna be OK.

We're gonna give you
something for the pain.

Just hang tight for me, all right?

OK.

- What the hell is that?
- Flail chest.

I have never seen it before,
but I've read about it.

He's got at least two ribs
that are broken

in two or more places,

so we have to stabilize his chest,

or one of the rib fragments
could puncture his lung.

- I'll start an IV.
- OK.

OK.

Try to relax, Marty.

See if you can breathe a little slower

and take in a little bit more air, OK?

I know it hurts.

Pushing fentanyl.

OK, can you do me a favor
and help me sit him up?

Uh-huh, yeah.

OK. You're doing great, Marty.

Keep breathing as deeply as you can.

All right?

All right.

Will you hold this for me right here?

Put your arm around me, Marty.

I know, I know.

I'm just going to wrap this around.

OK.

OK, let's get him on the stretcher.

OK. One, two, three.

- Here we go.
- Nice and easy.

Here we go.

OK, here we go.

- Let's get you off to Med.
- OK.

- Is he OK?
- He's gonna be.

You guys wanna help with the stretcher?

Let's go.

All righty.

You know how long I was a cop

before you and your chief
took it all away from me?

You were shaking down gunrunners

and drug dealers, Bishop.

I think you did it to yourself.

Agree to disagree.

Point is, I've been
on your side of this glass

more than a few times, Lieutenant.

You think you're pretty slick

coming in here and dropping
this frame-up story on me,

like I'm supposed to wet myself

and lead you right to my
coconspirators on the outside?

That what this is?

You have a history
of contracting arsonists.

You have motive.

I got plenty of problems already

without looking for new ones.

- You want my advice?
- I want a name.

I want to know who you hired to do this.

Come on.

Don't waste any more time
on this frame-up nonsense.

If all the evidence points to Pascal,

then you don't need
to look anywhere else.

Guy's as dirty as they come, Lieutenant.

And if torching my garage
to sidestep a warrant

doesn't convince you of that,

look into Pascal's stint
in the Fire Investigations Unit

down in Miami.

The only reason Pascal isn't
wearing an orange jumpsuit

himself is because his boss, Hendricks,

knew how to keep his mouth shut.

Those two were thick as thieves.

Look up the Velvet Sky Nightclub fire.

That'll tell you
everything you need to know.

Hey...

Guard!

Friend of yours?

- Is he gonna make it?
- I honestly don't know.

He's been touch and go
since he got here.

I'm very sorry.

It's not a road trip without snacks.

I used to love these when I was little.

Oh, I still do.

That was a good one.

So...

that picture that you gave Kelly,

was there some reason
that you wanted me to have it?

We don't have to talk about it
if you don't want to.

I... was just curious.

I guess I just

wanted to remind you
about what happened.

You were pretty young.

Do you remember much about that night?

I remember the smoke.

I took the picture off my nightstand,

and I ran to my closet trying
to get away from the smoke.

I remember screaming for my mom,

but then you showed up instead.

- Mm.
- Do you remember?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I remember that
like it was yesterday.

And you know what I remember the most?

Just how brave you were.

You were so calm when I picked you up.

That's why I wanted
to find you, I guess.

Like, I had this dumb idea
inside my head that...

if you saved me once,
you would do it again.

But I guess it wasn't that dumb.

'Cause that's exactly what happened.

I have been dying
to sit down and talk to you.

Flynn has told me so much about you.

Yeah, he's told me about you, too.

You do expert witness testimony.

Oh, only for the defense.

It's funny, I would have never thought

to have looked into this for myself.

But the whole experience
of helping out Flynn

with the EMT case...

I don't want to say it was fun, but...

Oh, no.

Expert witness work can be fun.

All right, it's not fun-fun.

But it's interesting fun.

Exactly. Yeah.

And with the CFD cutting back

on overtime and extra shifts,

this just sounds like it could be

the perfect side hustle.

I can see that, but just to be clear,

that is not why I asked Flynn
to connect us.

Oh. OK.

I am a mentor
at this really cool program

at the UIC Medical School.

It is specifically designed for people

looking to pursue medicine
as a second career.

Interesting, but I don't know if I'm...

I know.

Med school is an arduous,

some people say torturous journey,

but from what Flynn has told me,

I think you would be an ideal candidate

for the MSC program.

Oh.

Uh...

I'm so sorry, Dr. McClain.

This sounds like an amazing program.

I just, uh, I don't want
to waste your time.

I don't have any interest
in going to med school.

Does Flynn know that?

Hi.

Morning, Chief.

I've been meaning to come find you.

This is a little awkward, I know, um,

but there is this new policy
about the chief's exam...

You need a letter
from your battalion chief.

- Heard about it at HQ.
- Yeah.

I wasn't sure if you were gonna spend

a whole nother shift hemming and hawing,

so here.

Go on.

I mean every word in there.

Thank you, Chief, I...

I really don't know what...

Listen, Herrmann, let's keep
this between us for now.

But there's a chance you're
taking over the big office

sooner than we expected.

What the hell
are you talking about, Chief?

This house is gonna need you.

Hope you're ready.

And it's 1706 Sycamore?

Yeah.

Here it is.

This is it, I guess.

OK.

Well, I'll go in with you if you want.

No.

It's OK.

Well, I don't mind,
and I'm not in any rush.

Yeah, no, it's fine.

I want to do this on my own.

OK.

Will you just text me
when you get inside?

Just let me know that you're OK,

and I'll be waiting right here.

You don't have to do that.

I do, actually.

Thank you.

Just take care of yourself, OK?

And text me.

_

What's wrong?

That was an interesting
meeting you set up.

You totally ambushed me.

I'm sorry.

I... I shouldn't have.

I should have been straight with you.

- I was just trying to...
- What?

You were trying to tell me that
I should have been a doctor?

What? No.

No... I mean, maybe, I guess.

But not because I think...

it's just such a no-brainer.

You're a medical whiz.
I've seen it firsthand twice.

And you're one of the smartest
people I've ever met.

You'd be an amazing doctor.

I think...
I think that's pretty obvious.

Why are you so mad?

Because that's all I've been
hearing for seven years

from my parents, my aunts,
my uncles, and now you.

And all of you say it like
it's some sort of compliment,

but it is actually incredibly insulting.

Well, you shouldn't take it like that.

If I wanted to go to med school,

I would have gone to med school, Flynn.

But I love what I do.

And I hate that you, of all people,

don't think it's a worthwhile career.

I'm not saying it's not worthwhile.

I'm a public servant, too, remember?

I mean, if anything,
that's the reason why...

look, I just know
you're capable of so much more.

I didn't mean it like that.

OK.

You know what, Flynn?

This isn't gonna work.

- What's not...
- Us.

This.

I can't be with someone
who doesn't get me,

who doesn't get what being
a paramedic means to me.

You know, if you wanted to end things,

you could have just ended them.

Didn't have to turn me into the bad guy.

You're right.

You're right.

The truth is...

I'm in love with someone else.

I'm sorry.

Wow.

Well, thanks for stringing me along,

while you figured out
what I should have known

three months ago.

Hendricks was fixing
investigations for the mob,

including a mass casualty fire
at the Velvet Sky Nightclub.

12 people were killed.

You were the commanding officer
on the scene in Miami.

You knew, didn't you?

You knew Hendricks was dirty
and you still

went to work for him after that.

I did it all for Monica.

Come on.

So you bailed on your investigation?

I had to.

Monica was terrified
Hendricks would come after her.

That's...

that's why she came back to Chicago.

Thanks for the meal, Chief.

It's been ages
since I had a porterhouse.

Well, thanks for the nightcap.

- Here's to you.
- Cheers, man.

Now, it's not fancy,
but it does the trick.

You deserve the good stuff, Dom.

You know that, right?

Yeah.

Sacrifices you've made for this city,

the blood, sweat, and tears
you put into this job,

and for what?

Table scraps.

It's not right.

Well, I'm glad I'm not
the only one who thinks so.

Nate.

Done with the tour already?

I shouldn't have had that
last Bellini at the restaurant.

I've got a splitting headache.

I just need my bed.

Sorry, hon.

Don't worry. I totally get it.

The good stuff.

What's up with Jennifer?

Do you know who that guy is?

Chief Hendricks? He's my boss.

He's practically a gangster, Dom.

Did you know that?

Did you have any idea?

Tell me what happened.

We were talking, and I said
something about how...

how tough it was to be married to a man

in such a dangerous line of work.

And she said,
"Believe me, I like the money.

"But it's even tougher now
that I have to worry about Nate

getting arrested or ending up
at the bottom of Biscayne Bay."

She said that?

She had four Bellinis at dinner.

I don't think she even realized
what she was saying

until she saw the look on my face.

Then all of a sudden,
she had a migraine.

You knew?

Of course I knew.

That's why I asked to be
transferred to Investigations.

Wow.

It was after the incident at Velvet Sky.

You remember that fire.
It was all over the press.

The one where all those people died?

I was there that night.

I saw the burn patterns
on the wall with my own eyes.

That fire was not an accident.

- They said on the news...
- Hendricks buried it.

He's in deep with some very bad people.

And no one's got the balls
to go after him,

or they're already in his pocket.

Either way, I'm not gonna sit by

while the whole department
rots from the inside.

I have to do something.

What if she tells him, Dom?

Has that occurred to you?

He's going to know that I know.

And I'm going to end up
at the bottom of the Bay.

- You're not going to...
- You don't know that.

Don't touch me.

Luckily, Hendricks was
picked up by the Feds

a few months later
without any help from me.

So no one ever found out
I was working Hendricks.

Chicago PD will,

once they connect you to Franklin.

They'll turn over every rock.

And you can bet your ass
Bishop is gonna tell them

all about how tight
you were with Hendricks.

They'll think you were in on it, Chief.

And even if they can't prove it,

your credibility will be shot.

I'm well aware of that, Lieutenant.

Unless someone can corroborate

what you were up to,
how you were trying to build

a case against Hendricks...

Only Monica knew about it.

What?

There may be someone else.

Hey.

Come on.

Get in the car.

Listen, we don't have
to talk about anything.

All I care about is that you're safe.

OK?

Come on.

It's OK. Come on.

Why'd you come back?

I don't know.

Firefighter's intuition.

You're really not gonna
ask me what happened?

No.

She doesn't even live there.

Her neighbors think
she moved to Florida.

And she didn't even tell me.

She doesn't care about me.

That really sucks.

Whatever.

I'm done with her, too.

I'm not really following.

I mean, why would IAD care

what Monica did or didn't say
to me of all people?

Well, I wouldn't be asking

if it wasn't important, Lieutenant.

I need to know if Chief Pascal
is telling the truth.

Monica and me...

and it was never anything more
than a friendship,

just so we're clear.

But, yeah, we spent some time together

when she first moved back.

She confided in me

about what was going on down in Miami.

How scared she was
that Dom wouldn't let it go,

you know, that he'd keep after that...

crooked chief until
he brought the guy down.

I mean, look, Dom and I,
we've had our differences,

believe me.

But I've never, not for one second,

doubted his integrity.

I don't know what OFI
is looking into here,

but if anybody comes
sniffing around questioning

Dom's credibility, I'm gonna
tell them the same thing.

The man is honorable to a fault.

I mean, that's what Monica
loved most about him.

And hated sometimes.

But mostly loved.

Excuse me a sec, will you?

Hey, Cruz. Yeah, I'm just finishing up.

What?

Where's Van Meter?