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- How you been?
- Good.

I haven't seen you
around the firehouse lately.

- I haven't been checking in

on the folks at 51
very much, have I?

- It'd be good for us.

The gang at 51 needs you.

- Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Uh, uh, emergency!
- Yes!

- I sat next to the two of you
the whole night.

You're the one who should
be with Matt Casey.

- What?
Oh, no.

- My whole life
is in that salon!

- We found plenty
of indication

to call this one an arson.

- Hey, you can't be in here.

This is an active
investigation.

- We've seen this before,
right?

Feels familiar somehow.

I know who torched
the hair salon.

Someone my dad
was hunting for 15 years.

Benny was obsessed

with this one arsonist
from back in the day.

He called him his white whale.

The guy was responsible
for at least eight fires

between 2002 and 2004.

Killed two people,
injured another six.

They never got
an ID on the suspect.

The only description came
from one of the burn victims,

who got a passing look
at a 30-ish male,

about six feet, two bills.

Then all of a sudden,
the fires stopped,

trail went cold,
until now.

- What makes you think he's
responsible for the salon fire?

- Identical timing device,

same kind of kitchen timer

jury-rigged
in the exact same way.

- And he always disables
the electric meter

during a break in.

- How do you explain
the 15-year gap?

- I can't, but the notes
in Benny's book

tell me that this
is the same guy.

- Could be a copycat.

- Except that a lot of
the details weren't publicized.

- Why didn't you give
OFI the notebook

along with the case file?

- I wanted to make
a copy of it first,

thumb through it, see if I can
figure this guy out.

I'll take a copy
to Hubble today.

- Messenger it and stay out
of Hubble's hair.

It's about time
OFI handled this.

You got a job here to do.

Come on.

- What do you think?

I'll be curious to hear
what Hubble makes of it all.

- I was handed this
and told to put it up,

but I do so under protest.

- It's a retirement party
announcement.

What are you protesting?

- This guy, Russ LaPointe.

- I love LaPointe.

- Everybody loves LaPointe.

- He is a leather-lunged
firefighter,

does the CFD proud,
and he's a great family man.

- So what's your beef with him?

- Well, uh, let me
start by saying

I have no problem
with the fact

that he won every muster event
we were ever in together.

But when I was
first dating Trudy,

she came to watch the hose roll
competition--shut up--

so I said to LaPointe,
"How 'bout you let me at least,

you know, come close this time?
My girl is here."

No go!
LaPointe dusts me.

Couldn't risk losing

his beloved Best Individual
Firefighter medal,

so Trudy had to watch me
go down in agonizingdefeat.

- Yet she married you anyway.

- Hey, we'll swing by 77
later on and you can meet him

and I can bust his balls.
- Yeah.

- Oh, hey, uh, tell him
good riddance for me.

- Wow, no.
- Is he serious?

- Wow.

- How are you
already this tired?

- Guys, I had a late night.

Just wanna get a few quick Zs
before the first bells.

- Don't be boring.

Come have doughnuts with us!

Okay.

- Morning.

Hi.

- Good morning.

- You okay?

- We'll get her some water.
She's--she's fine.

- Yeah.

- What was that?

- I--I don't know.

I started to say hi,

and I swallowed my spit
weird or something.

Getting a little stressed out
when I see Casey.

Olivia said Casey and I
were meant for each other.

That is ridiculous.

Right?

- No, not really.

- Okay, well, I'm sure Casey
doesn't feel that way.

He was married
to my best friend.

I dated her brother.

- So? That's ancient history.

- Forget the Dawson stuff
for a minute.

How do you feel about Casey?

Well, that's the thing.

I don't--I don't know.

- Coughing fit says ya do.

- Good night.

- Truck 81, Ambulance 61,

injured person at Polk Street
and Aberdeen.

- And there go the Zs.

- Come on.

- Okay, stay right here.

Hey, over here!
- Wait up a sec.

- Hurry up!
He needs help!

- What happened?

- We were having
a Roman candle war,

and Aaron tried to shoot,
like, five tubes at once,

but they all blew up
in his hand.

- Roman candle war?
- Yeah.

- Hey, hon, let me see.

What are we dealing with?

- I can't find my fingers.

- Uh, Casey?

We're missing two digits.

- Copy that.

I need everyone over here!

Kidd, bring the TIC.
We got two missing digits.

Happened right around here?
- Yeah.

- I've been looking all over,

but I can't seem
to find them anywhere.

- Just breathe
for me, okay?

Draw up 5 milligrams
of morphine.

- Comin' right up.

- Guys, watch your step.

- Oh, yeah.

- Oh, oh, yeah!
- Yeah, come on!

- You gotta be kidding me.

This stupidity
is still going on?

- Let's go, okay?

- Why don't you go tell them to
stop before they get hurt too?

- Hey, guys!

You gotta stop!

- I got 'em!

- Oh!

- Hey, watch it!

- Knock it off.

Oh!

Damn it.
- You got him!

- Let's go. Let's go.

- Go, go, go, go!

- Let me see that neck.

- Ah, it's nothing.
- It's not nothing.

There's a little
carbon debris in there.

Let's irrigate that
so it doesn't get infected.

- I'll wash it out
when I get back.

Oh, yep, okay.

- Okay.

- Promise you'll keep this
dry and clean

and change the bandage.

- Sure.

- Promise?

- Go.

- Oh, excuse me, yeah.

- Hey, Chaplain.

- Hey, guys.

- Hey, pal.
- How are you, man?

- Good.
- Good.

- Good to see you, Chaplain.

- Yeah,
it's been a while.

- Too long, for sure.

My apologies.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Thank you for
setting me straight.

It's been nice checking in
on everybody.

- No need to thank me,
Chaplain.

- Only folks I haven't seen
are, uh, Foster and Sylvie.

- They're dropping
a victim at Med.

- Ah.
- Could be a while.

- Okay, well, I'll, uh,
catch 'em another time.

- Sure.
- Excuse me.

- What?

- Nothing.

Just...that arson
at the hair salon.

Do you think
Severide's right,

that it's connected
to the old Benny case?

- I'm not sure.

- Okay.

- I'm looking for the old guy,
the one throwin' in the towel.

- Hey, someone wake up
Gramps over there.

He's got a visitor.

- Oh, I'm not too old
to kick your asses.

- Hey.
- Herrmann.

How's your family?
- Oh, loud and annoying.

What about yours?

- Hey, Jodi,
is she ready for you

to be taking up space
in her house all day long?

- So she says.
We'll see.

- Ah, hey,
the gang over at 51,

they send their best,
except for Mouch.

He's still holding a grudge.

- Over the muster thing?

Ah.
- Yep.

- Now, that's a shame.

- Anyway, uh, hey,

this is my candidate on engine,
Darren Ritter.

- Hey.

- He's one of the good guys.

- It's nice to meet you, sir.

Kid like you, future
of the CFD right there.

It gives me a boost,
really does.

- It's a hell of a party
that you guys got in the works.

- Oh, no. No, no, no.
I'm not doing that.

They put all that together
without asking me.

Come on, I'm--
I'm no party animal.

Ignore the flyer.

Look, I'll have
everybody over

this summer
for a barbecue, okay?

I don't--I don't need
some big event

where somebody's
gotta write a check.

- Engine 77, ambulance assist.

- All right, fine,
but guess what?

I'm gonna hold you
to that barbecue.

- You got it.
- All right.

- Thanks for dragging ass
over here, pal.

Really means a lot.

- LaPointe.

- If Herrmann says
you're one of the good ones,

I know it's true.

It's the good ones who get hit
the hardest on this job, kid.

You take care
of yourself, okay?

- Yeah.

- Captain Hubble.
- Severide.

- Here's that copy
of my father's notebook.

- Oh, you could have
just sent it over.

- I tabbed a few pages, stuff
you should take a look at.

Benny had an interesting theory
about the arsonist's motives.

- Great, I'll check it out.

- He thought
the guy was targeting

centers of the community,
neighborhood gathering places.

There's a coffee shop,
rec center,

a couple lunch counters.

- Yeah, I have
the case files.

- He thought
the arsonist's motivation

was strong
antisocial tendencies.

- Severide,
I said I'd have a look.

Right now, though, I have
to get to the forensics lab.

Thank you for this.

- You think I'm wrong?

- I didn't say that,

but there's still
a lot to figure out,

and I'm not betting
all my chips on Benny's theory

until I determine that
these cases are connected.

- Hubble, this guy
strikes in waves.

There'll be two or three
more fires in rapid succession.

If you don't get
in front of this,

someone's gonna get killed.

- Lieutenant,
I don't need a lecture.

- Hey, buddy.
- Hey.

- Hey, Chief.

- Cruz.

Quick word.

We seem to have
a miscommunication.

When I told you
to leave Hubble alone,

that wasn't a suggestion.
That was an order.

- I understood that.

- And you went
over there anyway?

- It was important.

- Gentlemen,
can we have a moment?

- Yeah, yeah,
sure thing, Chief.

- Chief, there's
a deadly arsonist out there,

and we have
a body of evidence

that could help us
track him down.

- "Us"?
- Yeah.

I'm supposed
to sit on my hands

when I have knowledge
that could help?

- Severide,
I know you have

a lot to contribute
to this case.

I also know your judgement
gets clouded

in situations
involving your father.

- So I couldn't possibly
remain objective?

- Remember who
you're talking to.

- I thought I was talking
to a friend who had my back,

not a battalion chief
that's gonna ignore facts

and choose sides
based on rank.

- Go home.
- Chief.

- I'm putting you on medical
until you clear your head.

You come back when
you're ready to do your job.

- If it wasn't for me,
Hubble would still be

investigating this
as insurance fraud.

But because it ties back
to a job Benny worked,

everyone thinks
I've lost all perspective.

- Not everyone.

I'll back you up on this.

And I'm not the only one.

- Thanks.

- What now?

- Cruz is acting
squad lieutenant.

- No, I mean with you.

What are you gonna do?

- I don't know,
but I'm sure as hell

not going home
to stare at the walls.

I'll keep you updated.

- What are you doing?
- Eh, party's canceled.

- Why?

- Eh, he didn't want
a big shebang.

He's a humble guy,
that LaPointe.

- Beg to differ.

- Did he seem
a little down to you?

- Nah, retirement's
just getting him nostalgic.

Trust me, he's where
we all wanna be someday:

going out able-bodied
with a full pension.

- Let's get him
to Molly's tomorrow night,

raise a glass, huh?

Not as a big party, just as
a gesture of appreciation, huh?

- You know what?
That is a great idea.

And I will cut
the tap beer prices

in half for the night too.

Nah, for real, come on.

Well, at least for LaPointe.
- Yeah.

- Niya.

Hey, here, can I help?

- Lieutenant, hi.

Call me Kelly.

Got a little, uh, volunteer
army around here, huh?

- Yeah, some folks
from the neighborhood

insisted on helping.

I about cried.

- That's nice.

You gonna be able
to rebuild?

- I gotta try.

Has your investigator friend

learned anything
about who did this?

- She's working some leads.

I just came by to see
if you could remember

any more details
that could help,

like was there
any suspicious activity

around here
prior to the fire?

- Nothing I can think of.

- How come your neighbor
over here isn't pitching in?

- Gavin Harkey?

He's not really
the charitable type.

- Yeah, he barged into
our arson investigation

all excited to sue somebody
over damage to his apartment.

- What damage?

He's in the backside
of the building.

His place wasn't touched.

- What do you know
about him?

- Not a lot.

New to the building.
Just got out of prison.

- Really,
for what?

- Vehicular manslaughter,
I heard.

Drunk driving.

Served a pretty long stretch.

- 15 years?

- You'd have to ask him.

- Be right back.
- Yeah.

- Hey, buddy.

Mind if I ask you
a few questions?

- Why?

- See if you know anything
about this fire?

- Nope.

- This a big joke to you?

Someone's livelihood
is in ruins.

Another's in a wheelchair.

- Yeah, well, uh,

life's a real kick in the nuts,
isn't it?

- Hey.
- Huh?

Hey, hey.
- Come here.

You're gonna answer
some questions, all right?

- You ain't a cop.
Get off me!

- Hey, what's the problem here?

- Kelly, what's going on?

- Hi.
- Hey.

How's the cough?

- Oh, uh, no,
that was just my spit

going down the wrong tube,
you know.

- Huh.

- Matt Casey.

- What?

- That is the same bandage

I put on your neck
yesterday.

- Oh, yeah, I was gonna change
it, but things got busy.

- Unacceptable.

This has to be washed out
and the bandage changed.

I told you that.
- You did, yes, and I'm sorry.

- If there's not a new dressing
on there by the time I see you

at Molly's tonight,
you're in big trouble.

- I'll take care of it.

Just...one quick thing
to do first,

and then right home
to handle it.

- You better.
I'm serious.

- I know.

And I appreciate it.

- Captain Hubble.

Can I bother you
for a moment?

- Oh, come on in, Casey.

- What's this,
the salon fire?

- I've got my entire staff
working on this case,

all hands on deck.

What can I do for you?

- There's a guy who lives
above the salon, Gavin Harkey.

OFI ought to consider him
a person of interest.

- How long have you been
running errands for Severide?

- He'd have come
by himself but,

uh, he thought you might
take out a restraining order.

- Well, we interviewed all
the neighbors in the building,

and not one of them
raised a red flag.

- Harkey matches
the physical description

given by one of the victims
of Benny's white whale.

- So do half the men
in Chicago.

It's a pretty vague
description.

- But Harkey also served
a prison sentence

that nearly accounts
for the whole time

the arsonist was dormant.

- Ah, here it is,
Gavin Harkey.

Oh, this is the guy
that barged in on us

while we were combing
the fireground.

He's the first one that
alerted us to the power outage.

If he's the arsonist,

why is he aiding
in our investigation?

- I don't know.
I wasn't there.

- Severide was.

- Well, then maybe he's seeing
something you aren't.

Are you telling me
you don't think

there's a chance he's right?

- So we come up
on this accident scene, right?

Car hit a tree dead on,
split perfectly in two.

So I run up.

There's this
pimply faced teenager

sitting in the driver's seat,
barely a scratch.

The entire half
of the car is gone.

Nothin' next to him
but cold air.

I say, "Hey, buddy, you okay?"

He looks up at me and he says,
"Do you think my dad's

gonna notice the scratch
on his Camaro?"

- How did you spend
35 years in public service

and still retire
with a full head of hair?

That's what I wanna know.

- Ah, well, God gave me
many gifts.

What can I say?

All right, I'm gonna go
see a man about a horse.

Mouch.

I got something for you.

Take it.

Look, Randy, I should
have helped you out

in front of your lady.

- Ah.
- Take it, please.

- No, Russ, come on.

That's--that's all water
under the bridge, man.

I know how much
that medal means to you.

Don't--don't give it away.

- Ah, I don't--I don't
need it anymore.

It's yours.

Okay?

- She assured me
someone from OFI

would follow up
with Harkey.

- Someone, but not her.

She should drop everything

and drag the guy in
for questioning right now.

- Agreed, but it's
an interesting detail

she brought up,

Harkey tipping you guys off
about the power outage.

- She's missing
the whole po--

Here: "This arsonist is playing
cat and mouse with us.

"He wants us to figure out how
he gets inside these buildings.

The closer he is to getting
caught, the bigger the thrill."

Hubble would know that if she
bothered to read Benny's notes.

- Well, let's just see
what happens.

Maybe I got through to her.

What?

- Nothing, it's just...
the ink.

Flair felt tip pen.

My dad always used one.

Used to always keep one
in his breast pocket

or tucked behind his ear.

You know,
my whole life,

I've been trying to prove
that I'm better than Benny,

and with this stuff,
I can't hold a candle to him.

- Are you sure?

- And that was just
the first call.

So this mechanic working
on the runway, right,

a lady mechanic--
you remember that, Dobbs?

- Sure do.

- So she's down there working

on the landing gear
of this airliner, right.

Plane starts rolling.

This poor woman gets sucked in,

and the skin, damn if
the skin isn't peeled off her

toe to chest.

So that's what I come up on,

this lady hanging there
skinned like a cat,

still conscious,

staring right at me.

- That must have been rough.

- I'm on empty here, boss.
Refill.

- I hear ya, but,
you know, it's late.

Yeah, it's time to get
everybody in a cab.

Gonna take you home.

No, no, we're fine.

- I know. Come on.
- Right, guys?

Come on, we're gonna be fi--

We're fine. We're fine.

We're gonna be fine!

A lady dies in your arms
at Midway, no big deal.

Pretend it didn't happen.

Firefighters, we're tough!

- Come on, my friend.

Okay.
We're gonna be fine.

- I know.

- I got you.
I got you.

I got you.
Come on. Come on.

- Guess they don't really

prepare you for that
at the academy...

You know, the way the job
just gets inside your head.

- No.

I guess not.

- What the hell?

- Smile.

- Is he coming back
to work?

- He's trying
to track down a victim

from one of
the original fires,

the only person who ever
got a look at the arsonist.

- He's not letting
this thing go, is he?

- Benny interviewed this woman
half a dozen times,

so he obviously thought
she was important to the case.

- Mm.

- Maybe you should
reach out to him.

- I already tried that.

- Try again.

I have a feeling you're the one
he needs right now.

- Mm.

- What's that?

- Oh, LaPointe...
gave me his medal.

I was there
when he got it.

This thing meant
the world to him.

I could tell.

- Lieutenant, someone
needs to check on LaPointe

and make sure he's okay.

Please?

Trust me on this.

- Christopher,
what are you doing here?

- Hey, Jodi, uh,
we kept Russ out kinda late,

and we figured we'd swing by,
you know, see how he's doing.

- Uh, he's actually
on shift today, so...

- When's he due back?

We can stop by again later.

- This is my sidekick,
Ritter.

He's the Robin to my Batman.

- Thing is, Russ doesn't
live here anymore.

We separated
a few months ago.

He got a place over
at the Walton Apartments

in Ukrainian Village.

He didn't want anyone
on the job to know.

He just--he wanted
to keep it private.

- Ah, hell.

Well, I'm--I'm sorry
about that, Jodi.

- Me too.

- All right.

Man.

Russ is in a bad way.

- You know my uncle Anthony,

the New York firefighter
I always talk about?

- Yeah, sure, we all heard
the Uncle Anthony stories.

You came on the job
because of him.

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

- Yeah, but the, uh--

the thing that
I don't talk about...

He took his own life,
uh, two years ago.

I think I took this job to make
things right for him somehow.

But I'd always wished
I'd seen the signs.

- Yeah.

- You're seeing them here.

It's not too late
for LaPointe.

- Excuse me, Ms. Spears?

I'm sorry.

Um, I'm looking
for Carol Spears.

I'm Lieutenant Kelly Severide
with the CFD.

- Are you related
to Benny Severide?

This is awfully
sweet of you.

Benny brought you up
right.

- Ah, I'm not sure
about that.

- Where do you want it?

- On the table is fine.

Thank you so much.
- Sure.

The reason I'm here:

I'm looking into a case
that my father was working on

when he was with the
Office of Fire Investigation,

your case.

The guy who torched
that coffee shop,

I think he's still active.

I think he's setting
more fires.

- Oh.

- Look, I know this
isn't easy for you

and I know that my father
grilled you over and over

but can you just walk me
through what you saw that day,

the man you saw?

- Um...

It was the Donut Heaven
on California

I had to wash my hands,

and when I went down the
little hallway to the bathroom,

there was this man
doing something.

He didn't seem
to work there,

but I didn't think
anything of it.

Then I was in the bathroom
for a minute,

and there was this...
this popping sound.

I come out, and
the whole place was on fire.

- That man, do you remember
what he looks like?

- I'll never forget him.

- Add 15 years
to your memory of him.

Are we in the ballpark?

I think so.

Yeah.

That's him.

- Okay.
Excuse me one moment.

Hi, this is
Lieutenant Severide.

I need to speak
with Captain Hubble.

It's urgent.

No, I don't need you
to take a message.

I need to talk
to her right now.

Like I said,
it's extremely urgent.

That's privileged information.

- Oh, my apologies.

Would you like a cup of coffee,
Lieutenant?

- Sure.

- I'll put a pot on.

- Yeah, she can call me back.

- What's wrong?

- Hang on,
I'm with Boden now.

Say that again.

- Carol Spears isn't a victim.

She's the arsonist.

I thought Benny believed
her story, but I was wrong.

The reason why
he kept coming back to her

is because something
wasn't adding up.

- Severide,
where is she now?

- Well, she took off,
but the real problem is,

I think she planted a device
to start her next fire.

She's gonna burn down a church.

- Looks like
we're not too late.

- Assuming we're
in the right place.

- In the name of the Father and
the Son and the Holy Spirit.

May God, the Almighty Father,
who fills the world with joy,

who gave you this,
His only Son,

bless this
newly baptized child.

- Fire department.

Can I have
your attention, please?

We need to evacuate
this building.

Please stay calm and make
your way to the nearest exit.

- What's happening?

We're in the middle
of a ceremony here.

- Please, Father,
quickly.

I'll explain outside.

- Everyone,
please do as they ask.

- Nice and slow, folks.
Here we go.

- Towards the exits, please.

- Severide,
where do we start looking?

- She likes to hide her device
in a back room.

Or is there a basement?

- Hold on.

Father, how do we get
into the basement?

- The door on the left.

- Hey, any idea
what she might have planted?

- Her signature timer
with gas cans.

It's a low-tech, high-yield
incendiary device.

- I don't see anything.

- Keep looking.

Try the northeast corner.

Hang on.

I smell gasoline.

Got it.

Chief, is everyone out?

- Almost, why?

You find something?

- Yeah, it's about to blow.

I need a hose line
to the basement

and an extinguisher right now.

- 51 is on the way!

Come on!

Clear the building!

Clear the building!

- Casey?

Herrmann!

Down here!

- Hang on, Casey,
I'm right here!

- Come on.

- Hit it!

- Look at you, putting out
fires over the phone.

- Benny put us
on the 1-yard line.

I'm the one
who let her go.

- Well, before you go off
chasing her down,

a couple things--
- Severide.

- Now she wants to talk to me.

- Go.

- Foster said
I'd find you in here.

- What's up?

- My bandage came loose
on that call,

and I don't want you
to yell at me again, so...

Let's see.

Hmm.

But you definitely need
a new bandage on there.

- Okay.

- I'm gonna do it this time so
it doesn't just fall right off.

- It didn't fall right off.

- Mm-hmm.

- You're pretty good
at this stuff.

You should maybe consider
a career in EMS.

- Sounds exciting.

- It is.

- You're all set.

- Yeah.

- Herrmann.

- Hey, LaPointe.

- Jeez, what is this?

- Just hear them out, Russ.

- Hey, we're here
out of love for you, buddy.

- Ah, I don't--
I don't--

- Hey, wait.
Hang on. Hang on.

Listen to me,
all right?

Right now,
you're in crisis.

- No, man, no.

- Hey, and we are not
gonna leave you behind,

no matter what.

- You know we do peer support
in the CFD, right?

Well, we've set up
a trauma retreat,

a place for first responders
to get the help they need

from people who understand
the pressures they faced.

- What do you say, Russ?

Can we take you there?

I'll go.

Oh!

- Hey, it's gonna be okay.

- Female arsonists
are less common

but more likely to suffer
from personality disorders,

and they're
almost always single.

When Carol Spears got married,

that relationship provided
enough emotional stability

to pacify her fire-starting
compulsion for 15 years.

Three months ago,
that marriage collapsed,

and now there's nothing
holding her back.

- And she's in the wind.

So what's our play?

- Lieutenant Severide,

you want to tell us
what we're up against?

- Carol Spears isn't driven
by revenge or greed.

She's in it for the chaos,

so the fact that we're onto her
won't slow her down one bit.

It'll probably
make things worse.

So whatever we do,
we better move fast.