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- You are now the legal owner
of Veronicat.

[Veronicat hisses]
Lil' tip--you're gonna wanna

take home some gauze.
- N--w--

[dramatic music]

- Now the doctor says
whatever trauma I had

five years ago
is all cleared up.

Thank you for the support.

It meant a lot.

- I can't believe
all this cramming.

And the Lieutenant's Test
is finally here.

- You're going to be
a great Lieutenant.

You got this, Stella Kidd.

[dramatic music]

- My first engine drops
two lines to the alpha side

while my truck opens a vent
in the roof.

I initiate--

- Wouldn't early venting
add oxygen to the fire?

- No, sir.

Not in this scenario.

- Explain.

- Well, the force created by
the escaping flames and smoke

far exceeds
the outside air pressure.

So the vent hole aids
both the search

and fire attack teams.

It's a win-win.

[tense music]

♪

Then I'd initiate
a primary search on two,

sending squad up with truck
simultaneously following.

[car horn chirps]

- Everything good?

You barely said a word
on the ride over.

- I'm just thinking.

Kidd's probably
on the written portion by now.

- She's gonna knock it
out of the park.

- Yeah.
No doubt.

- Ah.

You get to be the czars
at the garage sale this year.

- Yep.
Boden put us in charge.

- Mm-hmm.
- Huh.

Hopefully it works out
better than 2017.

- What happened in 2017?

- [laughs, clears throat]

- What is that?
- Me being generous.

It probably belongs
in the Smithsonian,

but I am a giving man,

so I'm donating it
to the garage sale.

- So your mom finally cleaned
out your childhood closet, huh?

- Maybe.

- [chuckles]

- This is a big ticket item.

Do not lowball me.

- Um...

- Ah, crud.

I thought that garage sale
was next shift.

- It is.

You were supposed
to bring your items today

so we have time to price them.
- Right.

- It was all spelled out
in the email.

- Oh.
Mm-hmm.

- I'm starting to think
getting selected for this

wasn't so much an honor
as a punishment.

- Ah.

As everyone can see,

the garage sale
is next shift

to benefit the Firefighters
Auxiliary Fund.

There will be sign-up sheets
in the common room

for one hour shifts
of manning the tables.

I expect everyone
to participate.

- Yep.
- You got it.

- Absolutely.
- Yep, Chief.

- I do not want
a repeat of 2017.

- It is not my fault

that I got to the Whirly-Pop
Popcorn Maker--

- And snatched it out
of an old woman's hand.

- As I said in 2017

and later in Small Claims
court, nobody--

[alarm blaring]

- Engine 51, Truck 81,
Squad 3,

Ambulance 61,
Structure Fire...

[sirens wailing]

[dramatic music]

♪

[tires screeching]

- 51, get a line
in the front door,

protect that stairway.

I want a primary search
of all floors.

Squad, take the first.
Truck, up top.

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

- All right.
You heard him, 81.

Mouch, get the aerial up.
- Copy that.

- All right.
Stay low, watch the smoke.

Tony, Capp, you sweep left.
Cruz, with me.

Let's go.

[dramatic music]

♪

[machine droning]

- Let's go!

- Fire department, call out!

- Fire department.
Call out!

[distant coughing]

Cruz! Get him outside.
- Copy that.

Hey, buddy, I got ya.
Come on, let's go.

- Help! Please!

My wife!

- Hang on!

We'll get you out!

- Help!
[coughing]

- I got you!
I got you!

- My wife is upstairs!
You have to get her!

- We will!

- No!

Go get her first!

Jess!

[dramatic music]

♪

.

- She's in the office
on the third floor

in that corner.

Hurry up!

- Hey.
We have victim up top.

Bravo side, female.

- Copy that.

Mouch, I need that aerial
to the bravo side, up to three.

[indistinct chatter]

- Right. My truck captain's
going to get her,

but you gotta come with me.

- Aah!

[coughing]

- Come on, push!

- [coughing]

- Come on.
You're okay.

Let's get you
to the paramedics.

- That's everyone on two.

- Mouch, ETA.

- Five minutes, Captain.

- [coughing]

[suspenseful music]

♪

- I can get to 'em, Captain,

but you might not like how.

- Go ahead.

- No, no.
They're still not up there.

- They're working on it.
They're working on it.

- You gotta find my wife.
Her name is Jess.

- Sir, sit down.

Let's get a look
at that arm, okay?

[intense music]

♪

- That's good.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- I've located the victim.
She's unconscious.

- Meet you at the window
with the sked.

- Copy that, Captain.

- Thanks.
- I got it.

- Herrmann, report.

- Ah--
getting hot in here, Chief!

- 51, pull out.

On three.
One, two, three.

- I got her.

- Oh, no.

Jess.

- Sir, sir.
Get the stretcher.

Stay back.

Pulse is weak.
Let's get an IV.

- Yep.

- Okay.

- Jess.

Can--can you hear me?
It's Pete.

I'm right here.

- You can come with us
to Med.

[engine turns over,
sirens blaring]

- All right, hose her down!

- Open it up, boys!
- Copy that.

- That guy wanted me
to leave him in the fire

ang go get his wife.

- Seriously?

- Yeah.
He practically kicked me away.

- Wow.

That's devotion.

Hey.
You guys need a hand?

- Nah.
We'll meet you back at 51.

I gotta swing by the house,
pick up a box.

Cindy's packing
for the garage sale.

- Copy that.

81, load up.

- Stella should be done by now.
I wonder why she's not back.

- I think you're more nervous
about all this than she is.

- Ah.
To be honest,

it's not the test
that's on my mind.

It's--

it's more...

what comes next.

Wanted to let her focus
on making lieutenant,

so I've been holding off,
but...

I wanna talk to her
about getting married.

- You gonna propose?

- Not exactly.

She always used to say
she'd never get married again,

so I just wanna put it
out there as an idea,

see where she's at.

- Huh.

- What's that mean?

- No, no. Nothing.

I'm really happy for you, man.

That's exciting news.

- Yeah. Thanks.

So how'd it go?

- Those white shirts
are like robots.

I couldn't get a read
on how I was doing at all.

I might have aced it.

Or completely tanked it.
I really have no idea.

- I got a good feeling.

- Yeah, same.

- I don't know.
I just kind of want to put it

out of my mind
for a bit, you know?

- Yeah.
I get it.

- Yeah.

- Yo.
Where have you been?

We have, like,
a million things to price,

and Mouch keeps
ogling every item

like this is
"Antiques Roadshow."

- Yeah, we had to stop by--
- Here you go, boys.

- What's this?

- Ah.

Beats me.
Cindy threw it together.

- This is gonna take
like an hour to price.

- Hey.
Give me that.

Let me teach you guys

an old garage sale trick,
my friends.

All right.

- Huh.

- [laughs]
- Okay.

- Whoa.

What's wrong
with your bunker gear?

- Whoa.

- Looks like a chemical burn.

- Guys, everybody get out
of your gear now.

Let's hit the showers
and scrub down.

- You guys had a hazmat call?

- Not that we knew of.

- What the hell
was in that factory?

[ominous music]

.

[suspenseful music]

- So there were no other signs?

No smells,
no fire discoloration?

- Not that I saw.
- We should alert Hazmat.

Something's not right
at that pet food factory.

- Oh.
That happened at the fire?

- Apparently.

- There's not much
that can melt vinyl.

Acetone, toluene.

Hm.

But my money's
on sulfuric acid.

- Why do you say that?
- There's no odor.

And sulfuric acid reacts
exothermically with water.

- I'll get Hazmat on the case.

You see if you can scare up

some replacement bunker gear
for 51.

- Will do.

[uneasy music]

♪

- 15 bucks?

- That's a fair price.

- It's off by orders
of magnitude.

- Okay, well,
what's a fair price then, Capp?

- $25.

- And we have to play
all these little games, like,

Chloe's mom wants,
like, a full schedule

of baby-themed activities.

- Wow.

- And that's just the Zoom one.

We still have to have
an in-person one

for vaccinated friends
and family.

- Maybe you need a distraction

from all this
baby shower planning.

- Ooh.
Anything.

- Well, my apartment
is getting fumigated

in a couple days, and they're
putting me up in a hotel,

which is amazing,
but they don't allow pets.

Veronicat's
been getting better.

She really has.

- You know, I would definitely.

But Chloe is super allergic
to cats.

- Ugh.
So is Stella.

I never realized how many
people had bad cat allergies.

- It is very, very common.

- Hey.

Hazmat conducted an inspection
of the pet food facility.

- And?

- "No hazardous materials
appear to be in use on site."

- Well, something
melted those coats.

- Wanna swing by
on the way home?

- Sure.
- Okay, good.

Let me know what you find.

- [sighs]

[clattering]

Whoa, hey.
Hey.

Hey.
You shouldn't be in here.

- You're supposed to wait

until fire investigators
clear the scene.

- Oh.
I thought they did that.

- No.
It was Hazmat.

Who was here looking
for sulfuric acid.

- What would I be doing
with that?

I make pet food.

- How's your wife?

- [sighs]
She's not good.

- Well, I'm sure
that the docs at Med

are doing everything they can.

- I don't see any signs
of acid damage in here.

- Then how the hell
did Engine get into it?

- And how did it get
on their backs?

- Maybe from dragging
their hoses.

Engine was over here.

[suspenseful music]

♪

There.

See the pavement?

One of these stains
keeps going.

- Yeah.

- That's how the fire started.

Sulfuric acid.

- You know where this stuff
came from?

- These people.

City won't clean this lot up,

so folks start
thinking it's okay

to dump their trash here.

It's been going on
for months.

We put up signs.

We complained.
We take down plate numbers.

We report these dumpers.
Nobody cares.

Now my wife is lying
on an operating table,

half her skin burnt away.

♪

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- I've hit a wall.

No one will take in Veronicat.

- You ask Capp?

He takes care of his mom's cat
all the time.

- He said he had allergies.

- Aren't there places
you can pay?

Like a kennel?
- Yes.

But they want her to come in
for a personality test

to see how well she gets along
with other cats.

- Oh.

I see the problem.

- Hey, Capp.

- You ever gonna tell her?

- Tell her what?

- You know what.

- [sighs]

It's not that simple.

She's the one
who called things off,

said Dawson was always
gonna be between us.

- You think she's right?

[phone chimes]

Burgess ran all the plate
numbers that Pete took down.

Only one vehicle came back

as big enough
to transport that drum.

Registered six blocks
from the loft.

Let's go.

[suspenseful music]

♪

That's the vehicle.

- Evening.

I'm Captain Casey.

This is Lieutenant Severide.

We're firefighters
for the CFD.

- This your truck?

- You want something hauled,
it has to wait till tomorrow.

- What if we want
something dumped illegally?

Would that be something
you could handle?

- You ever dump anything
in a vacant lot

at 280 E Garfield?

- A 55 gallon drum?

[tense music]

- Look, fellas.

I'm just a guy trying
to feed his family, okay?

And besides,
that trash was already there.

I just, you know--

- You know what was
in that barrel?

- Wastewater, they said.

- Who said?
- I don't know.

I--look, I just pick up
these little jobs

on that phone app, Truck Trade.

People pay me to move stuff
or haul it away.

If they don't pay me enough
to cover the landfill fees...

[scoffs]

- Who gave you the barrel?

- I--I do a dozen jobs a day.

I don't remember
every customer.

- You better remember this one.

That barrel was filled
with acid.

It started a fire
that put a woman in the ICU.

- No.
Wait.

I checked that barrel
out myself.

It smelled fine.

- Sulfuric acid is odorless.

- Look, I didn't know
that's what it was, I swear.

- Then who does?

[tense music]

- It's a gardening company.

Uh, All-Organic Pots
and Plants.

- See?
That wasn't so hard.

- That lady,
she's gonna be all right?

Am I in trouble?

♪

- Okay.

Thanks for the heads up,
Burgess.

- What'd she say?

- She went to go pick up
that truck driver,

but he's in the wind.

- Not surprised.

Seems pretty spooked.

- Yeah,
but without his statement,

PD can't even get a warrant

to search the pots
and plants company.

They won't even get
a slap on the wrist.

I can't get break that news
to Pete.

Poor guy's been
through the ringer.

- Yeah.

Maybe we should pay
this place a visit.

- Let's clear it with Boden.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- The results come in?

- No.
Not yet.

[Veronicat meows]

[scoffs, laughs]

You couldn't find
a willing victim?

- No.
- Aww.

- I hope being at 51
doesn't overstimulate her.

- Put her in my office.

No one will bother her there.

Or vice versa.

- Oh.
You're the best.

- Whoop.

- The early birds are
the professionals, boys.

You just have to survive
this part of the day

without getting
your pockets picked.

- This says $11.

How do I know it works?
- Oh.

You can take it inside
the app floor there

and just plug it in.

- I'll just give ya
3 for it.

- [snickers]

- I think we can accept
no less than 10.

- Oh.

Well, all I have is 4.

That's okay.

I don't need it.

- Oldest trick in the book.

- Sold.

Thank you for coming, ma'am.

♪

- "Care for mother earth
with our all-organic products."

- Gentlemen, welcome
to All-Organic Pots and Plants.

I'm Joaquin--founder, owner.

If you're here
for an inspection,

we had somebody come
last month.

But I understands how
these things can get mixed up.

- We've just got some questions
about your fertilizer.

- Sure.

Is CFD starting
a community garden?

We'd be happy to sponsor.

- We just need you to tell us
what's in it.

- All right.

We use a totally
all-organic blend

of macronutrients,

everything from fish proteins
to mushroom spores.

- What about sulfuric acid?

- Absolutely not.

Everything we use
is eco-friendly and--

- All-organic.

- Ever heard of an app
called Truck Trade?

- Sorry.

- A fly dumper said you
hired him through the app

to get rid
of a barrel of acid.

- I'm not familiar
with the app,

and again, we don't use
chemicals in our products.

[phone buzzes]
You know, my assistant

is buzzing me in for a meeting.

If you have
any other questions,

please don't hesitate
to reach out.

And if you do decide
to establish that garden,

we're happy to help.

- Oh, my God.
- [sighs]

- That was the most stress
we've ever had on this job.

And I'm including the gas
station call from months ago.

- Yeah.

And Mouch had
a running commentary

on every sale I made,

most of which was
abject disappointment.

- Yeah, well, I'm glad
to turn it over to him

for a couple hours.
- Yeah.

[items crashing]

[crashing continues]
- Ooh!

- Uh-oh.

- What-oh?
[Veronicat yowls]

- Well, Casey told me I could
keep Veronicat in his office.

I'm thinking he probably meant

for me to keep her
in the pet carrier.

[crash]

- I think she's testing
the room for weakness.

- Aren't you supposed to be out
on the garage sale floor?

- Well, we just--
[crash]

[Veronicat yowls]

- What the hell is that?

- Veronicat.

- What's it doing
in my firehouse?

[alarm blares]

- Ambo 61,
person in distress.

736 West Hubbard.

- Guess we gotta go.

[crash]

- You two, corral the animal.

And keep it outside.

Now.

[crash]

- Come on.
- Yep.

[sirens wailing]

[tense music]

- Ooh, a dentist's office.

This should be good.

- Define "good."

- Oh, I kind of groove
on the gross ones.

- Oh.

What do we have?

- He's, um, stuck.

- [breathing heavily]

.

- I was supposed
to set the mold.

Dr. Lee had a family emergency.

But I used plaster powder
instead of alginate.

I didn't realize--
- [mumbling indistinctly]

- Called Med
for a Versed order.

Try to relax, okay?

We're gonna get
these molds out.

Uh, what's his name?
- Mr. Spilatro.

- Okay.

Mr. Spilatro, I'm gonna need
you to hold real still, okay?

Give me the dental drill.

- Hey.

If you jerk around,
you're gonna get a bloody lip

along with cement
in your mouth, okay?

Versed.
- 2 milligrams going in.

♪

- I need you to spread
your lips as wide as you can.

[drill whirring]

You're doing great.

Try and pull that apart.

- Mm!

[sighs]

- All right.

Let's get him in the stair
chair and off to Med.

We're gonna get
a maxillofacial surgeon

to remove the rest
of the plaster and the trays.

- [mumbles indistinctly]

- He's not coming back.

- Gross enough for you?
- Mm.

Can't say I'm not
a little disappointed.

- I just want this
as a gag gift.

- It was no joke winning
the Midwestern Semi-Am, sir.

25, final offer.

You can have three puzzles
for $5,

all pieces
in the bag guaranteed.

Local artist, oil on canvas,

$45 or best offer.

- How much for this guy?

- It's yours for $30.

Okay?
Okay.

I will give you
the three records,

the DVD player,
whatever that is,

and the mystery box
for $87.

- Sold.
- [laughs]

Boom.
Thank you.

- Wow. You're amazing.

- Who runs Barter Town?

Mouch runs Barter Town!

- [laughs]

- What's the bowl of water for?

- Oh.
It's for Veronicat.

We brought her out here

'cause she was
tearing up the firehouse.

[tense music]

♪

Don't tell me.

Oh.

We have to get her back
before Brett finds out.

- Okay, okay.
Uh...

As soon as this sale is over,
I will solve this.

- What?
- I will solve this.

- [groans]

- I sit there,

holding her hand,
hoping that she'll wake up,

you know?

But...

- Hey.
Hang in there, Pete.

- We just wanted to come by

and give you an update
on our end.

- You find the scum
that dumped that barrel?

- Actually, yeah.

- Seriously?

- From one of the plate numbers
you provided.

- Guy says he works
for this company,

All-Organic Pots and Plants.

- Sounds like the plant guy
is using sulfuric acid

to make his fertilizer,

then paying guys on the cheap
to get rid of the waste

so he can avoid
hefty disposal fees.

Fly dumping, it's called.

- You got 'em.
[laughs]

That--

that's great, I mean--

Isn't it, I mean...

they're bringing charges,
right?

- That's the plan.

But the driver's in the wind.

- But you got the plant guy,
right?

- They can't get a warrant
to go after the plant guy

without a statement
from the driver.

- And even then, the reality is

he'll probably get off
with a fine

since he wasn't the one
who actually dumped it.

[emotional music]

♪

- Excuse me, guys.

- I know we can't pin the fire

on this pots
and plants jackass.

I just wish we could make sure
he gets the maximum penalty

for any hazardous waste
regulation he's ever violated.

- But you've ID'd the driver.

You've turned the information
over to the police.

Doesn't it seem
like we're out of moves?

- All we need to do is find

one barrel of acid
on this guy's property,

and match it to the one
from the dump site.

But we've already
showed our cards.

- Yeah.
He knows we're on to him.

He won't invite us
inside again.

- Huh.

- He doesn't know all of us.

- Okay.

What's your plan?

- This truck app thing...

anybody can use it?

- Guess so.

- Can I borrow your pickup?

- Here you go.
- Thank you. Enjoy.

- Thank you, sir.

- Okay.
That's 5:00.

Let's start hauling in
whatever remains,

or we'll be here dickering

with leftover surfers
till midnight.

- I have a total.

Uh, we are 200 shy
of $5,000.

- That's amazing.
- [laughs]

I have to say, Mouch,

you were a force.

- I was, wasn't I?

- Except for when
you sold Veronicat.

- What?

You sold Veronicat?

- Um...
- Okay, okay.

- Boden told us to corral her--

- There was this woman--she
was very hard to understand.

- You sold Veronicat.

- Well, we think we know
where the lady lives.

We were gonna go
over there and--

- NO. Don't you dare.

I have been praying for
something like this to happen.

Deliver me from evil.

Wait.

How much did you say
you were short of $5,000?

- Uh, 200?

- Okay, I will--I will write
you a check for that amount

to assuage
my guilty conscience,

but also to benefit the, um...

- The Firefighters Auxiliary.

- Yeah.
That.

Okay.
- Ha!

Yeah!
- All right.

- Ope, sorry, sir.
Garage sale's over.

- I just need to give you this.

- No refunds, no returns,
right there on the sign.

- You are Randall McHolland?

- Yes, I am.

- You're gonna wanna read this.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Mouch, what is it?

- Uh...

you remember
the Party Supply fire?

- The one where you carried
a girl out

as a massive fireball
chased you?

Yeah.

- I, uh...

Well, they're giving me

the Firefighter's Award
of Valor for it.

- Wow!
- Mouch, that's incredible.

- Huh?
- Hey.

Man!

- Congrats.
- [laughs]

Ah.

Let's pack it up!

- Yep.
- [laughs]

- Uh, hey there.
Um.

I'm supposed to haul away
a barrel?

- A barrel?
- Yeah.

Somebody ordered a pickup,
you know,

through this Truck Trade app.

- All right.
Give me a minute.

♪

- Think there's been a mistake.

No one here put in
a pickup request.

- Oh, well, look, I just go
where the app tells me, so...

- Can I see the order?
- What?

- The email confirmation.
Show it to me.

- Yeah.
Oh, right, um...

Ahh!

It just logged me out.
All right.

It just said
that I was supposed

to come here for a pickup.

Now if you're telling me
that it was a mistake...

- Yeah.
This is not working.

[tires screech]

- You the owner?
- Yes.

- What's that about?

- You the guy
that runs this place?

- Yeah.
Can I help you, sir?

[both grunt]

.

- Hey, hey, hey!
- [grunts]

- Take it easy.
- Hey, hey.

Easy.
[all grunting]

- This is not the way, Pete.

- What the hell is this?

- It's payback,
you son of a bitch!

- Hey.
Hey.

♪

- Stay back!

Where are the barrels?
- What barrels?

- Where are the barrels?

Where are the barrels?
- Don't talk to them.

Get the hell out of there!

This is private property.
You have no right.

Leave now,
or I'm calling the police.

[dramatic music]

♪

- This is Lieutenant
Kelly Severide.

I need a Plan One
Hazmat response rolled

to 1570 Cortez Street.

Thank you.

This is now
an emergency response site

overseen by the CFD.

- You should feel free
to call the police.

It'll save us the trouble.

- She came out of her coma
a little bit ago.

Just sleeping now.

- That's great news.

- Uh, thank you

for pulling me off that guy.

I'm not sure how far
I would've taken it.

Sorry to get involved.

- If we're being honest...

it was pretty satisfying
to watch.

- [chuckles]

Well, I thought I was gonna
lose my best friend.

Thank you both again.

- I wonder if she knows
how much he loves her.

- She knows.

- Yo, the Auxiliary Fund
was excited.

They even wanna mention us
in the monthly newsletter.

- Yeah? Great.

- It's a shame
we couldn't sell that.

- Oh, I sold it.
Back to him.

But he does this every year

just so he can prove
he fits into it.

- Well, today is
a pretty good day

for vintage Mouch.

Congratulations again
on your big honor.

- Ah.
- When's the ceremony?

- I'm not sure actually.

- Well, save us two seats
right in the front row.

- Oh, you got it.
- Yeah.

- Still?

It's normal that I haven't
heard about the test?

- Totally.
Still.

- He's right.

- Mm-kay.

I just, um--
I just gotta keep busy.

Working the bar
is good for that.

Um...

you know I'm gonna need some

major distraction
when I get home, right?

- I think I can provide.

- [whispers]
You are so selfless.

- [laughs]

[laughs]

- You two have
that connection we saw

with Pete and his wife.

The kind people look for
their whole lives.

My advice?

You're overthinking
this marriage thing.

You don't need to talk it over
with Stella.

You just need to propose.

You think I'm wrong?
- No.

You're probably dead-on.
It's just...

You're telling me to stop
second-guessing everything

and take action?

- In so many words, yeah.

- Well, then I'd say

maybe you should take
your own advice.

- Hey, Chief.

What'll ya have?

- I'm gonna need
to speak to Kidd.

Um...

Headquarters called.

Exam results are in.

So I'm gonna need
a round for the house...

Lieutenant.

- Oh!
- Whoo!

- What? What?

[cheers and applause]

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♪

- I knew you could do it.

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