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Tell me these don't look
exactly the same?

I think one arsonist
set both fires.

They both had
the same contractor,

Jimmy Conrad, who also
has an arrest record.

We can celebrate
when we nail this guy.

If Kidd sees the way
she was looking at you,

Seager's gonna get
her ass kicked.

What do you mean?

Blowtorches, flares.

Pyro central. This guy was
turning walls into flash-paper.

No sudden movements
unless you wanna see fireworks.

Where you gonna go?
There's a dozen cops up there.

I said hold still.

Just put the flare down
and let's walk out of here.

Conrad, call out!

Conrad!

Help me!

Just stay still, or you'll
make things worse.

When I say "Go," I want you to
move your leg from the shelf. You hear?

Do it.

Go!

What's wrong?

The stairs...
We're trapped...

What do we do?

All right, we're gonna
make a run for it

and hope you don't
get us both killed.

No, no, no...
Ready?

On three... One...

Two...

Severide!

Why...

Why'd you come back?

I'm a firefighter.

All right, let's go.

Hands behind your back.

Hey. You've got company.

You scared
the hell out of me.

I'll give you two
some space.

Okay, listen up.

I know you all have questions
about Lieutenant Severide,

but at this moment,
I do not have any answers.

So, let's just focus

on the shift ahead,
shall we?

Okay, only one
announcement today.

This morning, I received
a phone call

from headquarters.

They are re-evaluating
deployment data.

As a result, they have
decided, in their infinite wisdom

to make a slight adjustment
to our operational boundaries.

Starting today, there will be
a several block overlap

with the fine men and women
of Firehouse 20.

Damn!

"The official firehouse
of the Sun-Times."

A bunch of glory hogs,
every one of 'em.

Your opinion is duly noted.

Kidd...
Hi.

Severide's status?

Uh... Minor smoke inhalation.
No serious wounds.

He was cleared for duty.

Uh, back to OF, that is.

Appreciate the update.

Um, that's all for now.
You are all dismissed.

What was that?

The second
the chief mentioned 20,

you were about
to jump out of your skin.

What do you mean? I was just
reacting like everyone else. Mmm-mmm.

That was different. Dramatic.

Okay, so, um...

The medic over there,
is just the absolute worst.

We went through EMT training
together at the academy...

Bad attitude.

Super competitive. Always
looking for an opportunity to fight.

I tried to get along,
but by the end,

I would've locked myself
in the academy smoke box

just to create distance
between us.

Wow.

Anyway, you didn't
hear that from me.

There you are.
Finish inventory?

Sorry, uh, I got caught up.

Mmm. Come on,
I'll give you a hand.

I was thinking, if we finish quick,
we can run and grab a smoothie.

Yeah, okay.

Yeah.

Truck 81, Engine 51, Ambo 61.

Automobile accident,
3750 Milwaukee Avenue.

Street racers
in broad daylight.

You'd think they'd have sense
enough to scatter after the accident.

Sense is not
their strong suit.

You see the rims
on that Viper, though?

Gallo, set up a perimeter

and wait for my orders.
You got it, Captain.

You two,
check that mail truck.

- Copy that.
- Herrmann!

Let's get an extinguisher
on this fire. Copy that.

Don't worry, ma'am.

- Hang tight.
- We'll get you out.

Hey, you gotta move.
You gotta get out of here.

Hey.

Can you hear me in there?

You need to get me
out of here.

We're working on it.
Just hang tight. No.

Bro, you don't understand! You
need to get me out of here right now!

Gallo, we've got a critical
situation. Get me the Jaws.

On my way. We got a
bottle of nitrous oxide,

ready to blow any moment.

Hey, Artez,
grab a hose line.

Open her up.

Ma'am, can you hear me?

Strike! Strike! Strike!

Casey!

This nitrous
is ready to blow.

Yeah, we're almost there.

Gallo, be ready
to rip and run on my mark.

Yeah. Ready, Captain.

Hey!

Stay back and take cover.

On the sidewalk.

Time's up!

Gallo, now!

Come on. Get up.
You three all right?

Yeah, I'm good.

All right...
Gallo, take it easy.

Got my girls pulling up.
They'll take care of you.

- Thank you.
- Right this way.

That was a hell
of a save, Captain.

Greg Delaney,
Engine Captain of 20.

Matt Casey.
Thanks for the assist.

What'd you expect?
That's our specialty.

She's conscious.
Barely breathing.

Severe trauma to the jaw.

Okay, copy that.
Yeah.

- We got her.
- Got it.

Too much trauma
for oral intubation.

Let's go nasotracheal.
I can do it.

That's okay. I got it.
Right, but what I'm saying,

is I have surgical expertise.

Foster, I know
what I'm doing.

Without fiberoptic support...
Please, just give me the bag.

Take a breath. There we go.

All right, take a listen.

You're in.

Help me secure this tube.
Let's get her to Med.

Hey! What are you doing?

Oh, well, that figures.

Gallo, I'm not sure if anyone's
told you, but you can't just

yank a victim out like a rag
doll and collar them afterward.

Okay. Hold on.
You didn't see what happened.

There was a can
of nitrous oxide that...

Prep some fentanyl for the
pain while I check his vitals.

Yeah.

Oh, I'm sorry,
is there something

that you really need to
get off your chest right now,

or can I start
treating my patient?

She wasn't
what I was expecting.

Really?
What were you expecting?

I don't know.
Someone scarier?

Look, she seems cool,
and smart, and cute.

Dude, she's not cute.

Gallo, I'm gay,
but I'm not blind.

You have a thing for her?

Okay. You're nuts.
Oh, you do. I see it.

A little flame,
right there above your heart.

I'm gonna
put these in the rig.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I see you.

You can run,
but you can't hide.

My God.

Look at all this junk.

One person's junk is another
person's private thoughts on paper.

Mouch,

this is
a "Cash for gold" ad.

Normal people don't use
the post office anymore.

I know it's hard to imagine

with your email
and Facebook and MySpace,

but there's something
about the written word

that can't be replicated
in electrons.

You're right...

I can't imagine it.

I'll hand it
to you, Lieutenant.

You've got a flare
for the heroic.

You went well above the call of duty
to apprehend a professional arsonist

while freeing
an innocent man.

Just doing
what I was assigned to do.

And in the process, you broke,
let's see, one, two...

I'll round up and say a
thousand standing orders.

Maxed out your overtime
for the year,

nearly got yourself killed to close
a case that was already closed.

Captain.
Severide,

you are one of the most gifted
investigators I've ever met,

and you're fired.

Sir, I... At least,
that's what I plan

to tell the commissioner when
I speak to him this afternoon.

I'll ask that you be transferred back
to Squad 3 with all possible haste.

That ought to resolve any
obligations you have to the man.

I appreciate that.

Not as much as I do.
Thanks again.

Now, go back to 51,
and do what you do best.

So, what's the upshot?

Getting transferred
back to 51.

You got your reprieve. Can't
say I won't miss the help.

As long as you're here,
OFll's in good hands.

Thanks, Kelly.
That means a lot.

I'll see you around.

Hey.

Don't be a stranger.

Just because
you're back on Squad,

doesn't mean I won't
need help from time to time,

and besides,
you will miss us.

And you also strike me
as a guy

who has a hard time
being tied down to one thing.

You've got my number.

Casey.
We're missing the Jaws.

I 100% put 'em back.

Maybe the guys from Firehouse 20
thought we loaded theirs by mistake.

I'll make a call.

It's okay.

What's this?

Just some reorganizing.

Looks like a lot
of reorganizing.

Yep, I put up with this
outdated system for way too long.

If my attending physician at
Lakeshore saw 61, he'd have a fit.

Um, I spoke to Med.

They said the postal worker
is recovering well.

I know you were worried
about the intubation.

I didn't say I was worried. I
just said I had more experience.

Where'd you put the Narcan?

Top shelf, with the secured
meds where they belong.

No, Foster,
that's not going to work.

Why?

If someone's having an OD, we don't
have time to mess with locked cabinets.

And if we're going
to change anything,

we got to run it past
the other shifts first.

Would you mind please putting
things back the way they were?

Fine.

Anything else, boss?

No. That's it, thank you.

Something going on?

Look, sometimes, command
gets to people's heads.

That's all I'm gonna say.

Hello...

What's that?

Must've stuck to my boot

when we were cleaning up
that postal truck.

What are these letters?
"FMH, TML...

"TML..." Some kind of code?

51, Police Assist,
8617 South Wolcott.

- What happened here?
- Sorry about the call.

No fire. We just need
a pair of bolt cutters.

- Kidd? Bolt cutters.
- Copy that, Captain.

This a robbery?
Yeah.

Group of scumbags rolled up
in a muscle car.

Knocked the old guy out.

Busted open the cash machine
with some type of power tool.

Not sure what they used.

It'd take a hell of a Makita
to crack that thing open.

Or a rescue tool
like our Jaws.

You wanna take a look?
Yeah.

Just try and relax.
Get you free in a minute here.

- You got it?
- Yep.

I've never
seen that before.

This the tool
you're talking about?

That's it.

I don't suppose you recognize
our friend over here?

Never seen him before. But he
must've been at the crash site.

That's where we last
saw the Jaws.

What's your assessment in
terms of getting our tool back?

Oh. None.

Excuse me?
No disrespect,

but the department's got
a lot higher priorities.

I know you do
important work

and you need your tool...
Someone could've died.

If we'd been called straight
to another incident

and found... I get it. I
get it. I'm on your side.

I'm just saying how it is.

These guys aren't
criminal masterminds.

Eventually, they'll get cocky,

get caught, and we'll get
your property back to you.

We appreciate you
taking the report.

Of course.
Keep up the good work.

They beat up an old man.

They chained him
to a bike rack like a dog.

Did you put in for a new
replacement tool?

I did. Good set of Jaws
runs ten grand a pop.

Best the department
can provide for now,

is an old, decommissioned
loaner with a busted motor.

Even that'll take a few days
to get through processing.

I'll see what pressure I can
bring to bear, but in the meantime,

eyes forward.

I'm not saying Violet's
not smart, okay?

She's super smart and she's
really good at what she does,

and, yeah, she's always has
a bunch of guys circling her

who don't stand a
chance in hell, but that's...

You don't know her
like I do, okay?

Explain. She always
used to flex in class,

trying to one-up me,
getting in my space.

Smiling like it was
a challenge.

Ooh. See what I mean?
Ugh, definitely.

What?
Brother,

- you've got it bad.
- No.

No, you guys aren't getting
what I'm saying.

She's the devil!
Who's the devil?

No one.

What did the police say?

Confirmed what we thought.
They had security footage.

Said not to hold our breath
about getting the tool back.

Damn.

I'm sorry, Captain.
I feel responsible.

You're not. You did your job. Get
some rest. I'll see you next shift.

You said they showed you
a photo?

Just maybe there's
something else we can try.

The guy that took the tool,

he's probably with those
street racers on the scene, right?

That's the assumption.
Okay.

I'm not naming any names,
but I have a few friends

that are big
into custom cars.

They might have a line on the
shop that does racing modifications.

We could ask around. See
if anyone knows something.

Next!
Yes.

I was wondering
if you can help me.

I'm a fellow public servant,
working out of Firehouse 51...

Anyway, we were at the scene
of an accident yesterday,

one of your colleagues,

and I seem to have
inadvertently brought this

back to the station with me,
on the sole of my boot.

Sir, I cannot accept this item from you
without an address or proper postage.

Right, but look here.

Someone already paid
for the postage.

There's no address
on this item.

Oh, but don't you have some
sort of Dead Letter Office?

That is strictly for items
already within the postal system.

I cannot accept
this item from you

without an address
and proper postage, sir.

Okay.

You know
what the problem is here?

That your item doesn't have
an address or proper postage?

No. No.

The problem is a chronic
lack of respect

for written correspondence.

A dereliction
of the solemn vow

you made that neither snow,
nor rain, nor gloom of night

would stop you
however it goes.

Next.

- Owner's name is Cole.
- That's all I know.

That's something, ain't it?
Yeah.

I don't know... It's too
fast, too... Excuse me.

We don't do walk-ins.

Appointment only.
Strictly by referral.

We're not customers.

Not sure if you heard about that
accident over on Milwaukee the other day.

The ATM being robbed
around the corner?

I fix cars.

You got a question about a suspension
system, maybe I can help you.

How about a client?

You a cop?

Firefighter.

I see you got a lot of acetylene
being improperly stored.

Might have
to call headquarters,

get an inspector down
here ASAP. Yeah.

The guy with the face tats, he
ever got any work done here?

I recognize that truck. I
saw it at the scene yesterday.

You got a name? Address?

License? Does it look
like I keep records?

Cash business, my friend.

He's been in a few times.

Lowered springs. Tinted
windows. Beyond that?

I spent too many hours pulling
your customers out of flaming wrecks.

Hey, I just do the mods.

What these kids do with them,
their business.

Keep telling yourself that.

Unbelievable.
What'd I tell ya?

Glory hogs.
Every single one of them.

Herrmann, it's not like they
pick the cover of the daily paper.

Hey, don't kid yourself. I'll bet these
guys got reporters on speed dial.

Hey, I don't care about the press.
It's just that this was our incident.

And us not marking our
territory, sets a bad precedent.

Gentlemen!
Hey, look who it is...

The princes of Engine 20,
slumming it down here at Molly's?

I figured since
we're working together,

we should be
drinking together.

What...

I had no idea.

They got my good side.

Fellas! First round's on me!

- There you go, Captain.
- Just for you.

Standing order 12.

Really? In the
interest of preventing

any medical complications
from spinal injury, any patients

with an indication of neck
trauma... This is the girl.

Require the administration of a
cervical collar before transportation.

You memorized that?
You didn't?

Okay, Violet. Quiz me.

Standing Order 89.

"A patient whose behavior
suggests lack of cognitive capacity

"can neither consent to
nor refuse care."

Boom. SO-41.

Duh. "Contamination of a crime
scene or evidence is to be avoided."

Please. That's really
the best you've got?

I guess this is how
over-achievers flirt?

Hey, lady.

What'cha doing all alone?

I wanted to hang,

and now, that I'm here,
feeling antisocial, I guess.

Is this about Foster?

Did you notice, too?

I noticed that she's riled up
about something. That's all.

Out of the blue, she starts
challenging my authority as PIC,

going on about her med school
experience. I mean, it's really insulting.

Now, I'm trying to be
accommodating, but I have a limit.

Can you tell her that?
Directly?

I gotta go.
I'm not up for this tonight.

I'm sorry,
did I interrupt something?

Sylvie! Sylvie!

God, if you have something
to say, say it to my face!

Will you stop acting
so entitled?

You have been on my case
since yesterday.

You had no business questioning
my medical ability on that call.

I'm the paramedic in charge.
We had a patient's life on the line.

That's exactly
why I spoke up.

I have the experience and
a nasotracheal intubation...

Is a risky procedure, but it's one
that I have personally performed

dozens of times
in the field.

Okay. Well, I couldn't
have known that.

Emily, you didn't have
to know that.

It wasn't
your call to make.

You may think that your education
makes you a better paramedic than me,

but I earned my place as PIC
after years of experience in the field.

I chose this life.

It wasn't a backup plan.
It wasn't a consolation prize.

So, if you don't respect
that fact,

maybe you need to see if some
other house will take you in,

because I am losing
my patience fast.

It was ugly.
Like, reality show ugly.

Then once
Brett stormed out,

it kinda killed the vibe at
Molly's for the rest of the night.

I'm sure
they'll figure it out.

Oh, my sweet, beautiful,
emotionally-stunted man.

You got a text.

What's the "thanks" for?

Seager had
a couple questions.

Some cases we didn't have time
to close out.

So, this Seager is kind of
sticking around for a bit?

Maybe. If she needs help.

It's just work, I swear.

Totally. I get it.

What'cha doing?

Seeing if I can make sense of this
code. Find out who the letter belongs to.

No luck at the post office?

Oh! You mean the living monument
to the demise of public service?

Sorry I asked.

My dad used
to travel for work.

And long-distance calls were
expensive back then, but we had these.

I still remember
the way he'd draw his "R's,"

the type of ink he'd use.

Even the smell of his
cigarettes on the page...

It was like he was
in the room with me.

This...

This is that for someone.

Can I see?

Okay.

Why didn't I think of that?

Now, at least you know
where it belongs.

Oh! There he is!

Return of the king!
Oh, yeah! Hey!

Hey-o.

I'm sorry, do I know you?
All right. Cut it out!

All right, just for that,

let's start the day
by setting up a Denver drill.

I wanna see how sloppy you
all got while I've been gone.

I'll show you sloppy.

You okay?

Yeah. Of course. Why?

You've got your, "Angst
with Severide" face on.

I haven't
seen that in a while.

Last year, when all that
business with Tyler happened,

I gave Kelly a really hard
time about being jealous

and now, I'm getting
a really bad hit

from this OFI partner of his

and I'm kind of in a corner because
I can't do the same thing, right?

No! No, no, no, no.
Both of you, with me.

Now. Come on.

You, there.

I really don't want to be getting
into the middle of your drama,

but I have to say my piece.

There are three women on
this shift. We need each other.

We can't be doing this.

So, I am asking,
for a minute,

set aside your own stuff
and just hear each other out.

Because 51 needs you,
and I need you.

Truce?

Truck 81, Engine 51,
Ambo 61, Squad 3.

Structure fire,
1056 North Kedvale Avenue.

Lieutenant, if you need any
refreshers on how to use the Halligan...

Keep talking, Capp. I'll have you
on bathroom detail for the week.

Main to inbound units,
1056 North Kedvale,

we have
a two-story greystone.

Visible flames on the
north and west windows.

Juvenile victims trapped.

We got kids.

Hey, Main, this is Engine 20.

We're here with Squad 1, only
about a block away from Kedvale.

We'd be happy
to pick up that call.

Wow. Power move.

Don't you do it, Main.
Don't you even think...

Copy, Engine 20.
That'd be great.

Glory hogs!

Truck 81, Squad 3,

remaining inbound units,
return to quarters.

Cut the sirens.
Party's over.

Copy that, Main.
Returning to quarters.

Hey, Gallo.
You see what I see?

That's him.

81 to Main,
request police assistance.

Corner of
Ashland and Lake.

We have eyes
on a robbery suspect.

Sorry,
repeat that, Truck 81?

Just send a patrol. Quick.

Copy that, 81.

Casey! Is that him?

He's running. Go!

Main, we're in pursuit of a red
Chevy pickup, westbound on Lake.

Subject's wanted on suspicion of
grand larceny and aggravated assault.

51 to 81, we're on our way.

Maybe we can flank him
on a parallel street.

Hey! Ditto for Squad 3. Herrmann,
you go east. We'll go west.

It's your call...

Go for Ambo 61.
We'll race ahead,

see if we can cut him off
from the front.

Copy that.

What's the plan
if we catch him?

We'll cross that bridge
when we come to it.

Just be careful
of bystanders.

Copy that, Captain!

Squad turning
eastbound on Lake.

He's heading
straight for us!

Watch out!

This is Truck 81. He got away.
He just cut north on Leavitt...

Herrmann,
can you box him in?

Nah, Captain, we're too far.

He's gonna blow right past us

before we get
to that intersection.

We're about to be at Leavitt.
You know, we can...

There he is! Quick,
call itin! Call it in!

61 to 81, we've got a visual.
Heading northbound, onto Leavitt.

That's it! He's trapped!

He can't be serious...

Hold our ground. Hell
yeah, I'm holding our ground.

All units, we're at
the dead end on Leavitt.

He's cornered, but it looks
like he wants to rush us.

Oh, pickles!

Nice job, ladies!

"Pickles?"

I don't know, it just
came out. Shut up!

Whose tools?

Our tools!

- Yes!
- That's right.

You're brilliant!

Am I gonna want to know the
details about how you got those back?

Nah. You've got enough
on your plate.

But you can cancel
that equipment req.

Enough said.

Hey...

I owe you an apology.

Talk to me.

My graduating class at Northwestern
med school had a mini-reunion,

and just saw
some photos online.

Just got me thinking
about the road not taken.

I've been overcompensating.

You don't have to. Foster,
you kick ass at this job.

I'm sure you'd kick ass as a doctor,
too, but your life is your choice.

Don't let some photos online
get in your head.

I hear you.

Yes? Uh, hi, I'm real
sorry to bother you.

I'm looking
for a Debra Wyatt?

What's this about?

I have something, I think,
belongs to you.

I ended up
with it by accident.

I just wanted to make sure
it reached its destination.

Where did you find this?

I'm a firefighter.

We responded to an accident,
a collision with a mail truck.

Stuck to my boot,
if you can believe it.

A bit of an ordeal trying to
figure out where it belonged,

but I understand what it
means. Something like that.

How rare it is.
No, you don't.

Um...

My husband wrote this
from Kunduz Province.

He must've sent it
just before he...

Oh, ma'am, I am so sorry.

I can't even tell you
what this means.

I would have brought it sooner,
but the address was gone.

I tried to decipher the letters
on the back, looking for a clue...

These?
Yeah, I never did crack it.

It's "from my heart, to my
love, to my home, to my life."

I don't know what to say.

This'll sound strange, but...

It's like
you brought him home.

I can't thank you enough.

It's not strange.
Not strange at all.

So, Morris over there. He gets out
there and he kicks the door down.

Guess what he finds? Twins.
Little girls, about four years old.

Channel 9 news got a shot
of him coming out the front.

He had a kid under each arm.

That was a hell of a fire.
You guys missed out.

How much do I owe you?

Six bucks.

I thought it was three.

There's an extra tax
for local celebrities.

Yeah.

I'll be right back.

Hey. Ro.

Heard about your Dukes
of Hazzard act yesterday.

Think I might get why you
missed being on the front lines.

Yeah. It's not all fun
and car chases.

Every once in a while,
we fight a fire.

Look, I know it's not quite
as exciting as all that,

but I pulled another case I
think would be right up your alley.

Distillery, out near
the Port of Chicago.

They're claiming
"industrial espionage." Hmm.

Headquarters detailed
some extra staff to OFI

to help lighten the load,
but frankly...

they don't have
your eyes.

Thought maybe you and I
could grab lunch tomorrow,

just to talk it through.

Listen, I appreciate
you keeping me in mind,

but I need to put my focus
back where it belongs...

With Squad 3, House 51...

Sort of, keep myself
tied down to one thing.

Hear you loud and clear,
Lieutenant.

Take care of yourself.

Be safe.
You, too.

Herrmann would probably let me
sneak out early if you want.

Just the two of us?

I'd love that.

My God, I am so sorry.

Aren't firefighters supposed to
be all about situational awareness?

Aren't paramedics supposed to be
about comforting bedside manners? Sorry.

Um... What are you doing?

Helping. No, you're
not. I'm good. Thanks.

So, I see you're still walking
around with that swagger of yours...

"Swagger?"

What about you in the academy
gym every morning,

trying to outdo half the guys
without breaking a sweat?

You were watching me?

Maybe.

Okay, before we go
any further,

we agreed this is
a one-time thing.

Please stop saying
stupid things and kiss me.

Okay.