All language subtitles for Chicago Fire - S08E18.eng

What if I set up a program

where I recruit young women
to be junior firefighters?

Sounds good.

I don't want to co-sponsor Girls on
Fire without someone who's dependable.

Wendy Seager.

The woman who threw vibes
at you right in front of me?

Whatever you need, sign me up.

With this baby on the way,

I can't help but feel like she's
just gonna disappear again.

You're moving to Chicago?
Don't worry.

We won't invade your space, or
your life, in any way that you don't want.

I'm not worried, Julie.

I like the yellow. It's so
warm and sunny for a nursery.

Yeah. But which yellow? Saffron
ivory or magnolia summer bloom?

Oh, definitely saffron ivory.
Okay.

Oh. I wanted to ask you guys.

So, Scott gets here on Friday
with the rest of our things,

and I thought we'd celebrate the
move to Chicago with a dinner out.

Any suggestions?

Alfonso's on Rush. Great
Italian. I'd do Gibson's.

Best steak in the city,
and that's saying something.

There's also Swift and Sons.
I love that place.

Oh. Guys, okay, we gotta hit the
road or we're gonna be late for shift.

Well, thank you, guys,
for the coffee and the advice.

Of course.

Don't do Alfonso's. Cruz has
really wonky taste in fine dining.

- I heard that.
- What?

And that is why we're
calling it Girls on Fire.

Hell yeah, it will be
challenging,

but you show up, you put in
the blood, sweat and tears,

and this program
could change your life.

We'll have
a lot of fun, too.

Hey, you with the gum.

You must have a lot of energy to snap
gum through my whole presentation.

This program could be a great
way for you to channel that energy.

All right, sign-ups are right
here. Thanks for listening.

We know school made you
show up, but we really appreciate it.

Fun starts next week.

That's the third time we've done
this pitch and there's still no takers.

We might need
another approach.

One a little less
intimidating.

"Intimidating".
Can you believe that?

It's a great idea for a program.
I'm sure you'll get sign-ups.

Well, it better be soon.
'Cause Captain Horton says

that if we don't get recruits by
the funding deadline next week,

then he will shut us down.

And not for nothing, but...

That Seager has an opinion
about everything. I mean...

It must've been tough for you,
working with her.

Um, nothing I haven't dealt
with before.

Truck 81, Squad 3, Engine 51,

Ambulance 61, Battalion 25,
structure fire...

Engine is up.

Engine, let's get water on it
before this whole place lights up.

Squad, get inside that unit,
give me a primary search.

Truck, clear the room above. Looks
like the fire is working its way up.

- Gallo, you and me upstairs.
- Copy that.

Solid-core doors
in steel frames. Cruz.

Yeah?

Grab a rabbit tool
and catch up with me.

Hey, is there anyone inside?

No. I was just trying
tograb a...

All right, well, get back with
the others. Hey, Capp.

Yeah?
Get him outta here.

All right. Come on.

Hit it.
Yep. Got it.

We got a safety latch,
Captain.

Let's go.

Fire Department. Call out.

Here. Got one.

What the hell?

Give me a hand.
Yeah.

Come on.

He was underwater in the tub.

No pulse. Cruz, start
compressions.

I got a smoke inhalation.

Let me see.

I got a pulse. Will
you bag her? Got it.

Stop compressions.

Oh. Pancakes will be
ice cold by now.

I'll toss them and get lunch
started. Yeah. I'll give you a hand.

You good?

No such thing as "nice try"
in firefighting.

We got one save.
Let's focus on that.

Well, my parents are coming in in a
couple of weeks to meet with Julie.

They're really supportive.

Not surprised.

You got one of those
super-weird families

where everybody acts
reasonably and gets along.

Tell me if I'm crazy,

but seemed like you got a little
quiet when Julie left this morning.

Did I? I guess...

We've been having
so much fun together,

I'm just not sure what's gonna happen
once Scott gets here and the baby comes.

I'm not sure how
I fit in, you know?

Girl, please. I've seen you
and Julie together.

That bond's not gonna break
for anyone or anything. Okay?

The comics page used
to be funny. When?

Calvin and Hobbes,
The Far Side, Garfield.

Oh! You were so close to
winning your first argument, Capp.

Oh, my God.

So, I just hopped on Reddit,
and there's this thread that says,

"Do you know this
firefighter from 20047?"

So, I clicked on the link
and behold...

Oh, is that Casey?

Casey.
Oh, my God.

It is from 2004.
That's Shimblecock.

We only worked Engine 128
together for one year.

That's his name?
Shimblecock?

Yeah.

So, the person that posted
this wants to find you.

How should I respond?

Hey, don't.
No. It's a trap.

It's one of those
Russian bot farm-type deals.

You know, where they put
out little lures

into the cyberspace
trying to reel you in.

What do you think?

You know, just put out something
vague? See what he wants?

Okay.

Afternoon.

Help you with something?
Darren Lamar, Milwaukee PD.

I understand you guys pulled a
victim out of a motel fire this morning.

Caucasian male, 30s?

That's right. But he didn't
make it. Smoke got to him.

He was dead
before the fire started.

How do you figure, Milwaukee?

He was a witness to a
homicide I'm working on up north.

I guess someone didn't
want him talking.

Anthony Harris.

Fourteen years old.

Good kid.

Thought if he played ball well
enough, he could go to college.

But his older brother
sucked him into the gang life.

And a week ago Tuesday,

he was shot and killed
outside the Wisconsin Center.

Drug deal gone bad.
Damn.

Black kid gets killed selling
drugs, nobody cares. But I do.

That was me once. I escaped that life
and he had a chance to do the same.

So I'm working the case
as hard as I can.

But I was getting
nowhere until,

out of the blue, I get a call
from Brad Whittier, from Chicago.

Our victim at the motel fire.

He was at the convention
center last week,

some kind of medical
equipment show.

Says he has info
on Anthony's death.

But he doesn't want to talk on the
phone. Something's got him scared.

So I told him to check
into a motel and wait for me.

By the time I got here,
motel's roasted, Whittier's dead.

And you think this Milwaukee
gang trailed him down here?

All I know for sure
is it's no coincidence.

The Office of Fire
Investigation are looking into it,

since it involved a fatality.

Be helpful if they find it was
arson. I'm out of my jurisdiction.

I need Chicago police to treat
Whittier's death as a murder.

I have to get back home
and work my case.

But if your people can figure
out who set that fire,

it'll tell me who killed
Anthony Harris.

Hey, Chief, can I get a little
latitude to get involved in this one?

Absolutely.

Oh, hey, the OP from
the Reddit thread responded.

And?
Uh, well, I responded to him,

"Why do you want to know who
this is?" And he said... Check it out.

"I have something important
I want to say to him."

Purposefully vague.
What'd I say?

- Total sham.
- Okay, but counterpoint.

I heard of this firefighter in
Oklahoma, rescued this old guy.

Well, 20 years later, the old guy
died, put the firefighter in his will.

Left him millions.

What was this rescue
about anyway? No clue.

Well, if we figure where
and when the photo took place,

maybe we can figure out
what the call was.

Uh, okay, let's take a look here.
Uh, well, obviously a pizza place.

Hey, Mouch, isn't that the
logo from Goody's Pizza?

Hey, yeah. They had, what, maybe half
a dozen locations before they shut down?

Ooh, am on it.

Okay. What else
is in this photo?

Hey.

I had an epiphany.
Yeah?

I was thinking, instead of confronting
potential Girls on Fire face to face,

what if we put up slick flyers
all around their neighborhoods?

Those are pretty sharp.
Right?

So, if a girl walks by,
catches her eye,

she'll feel like signing up
is her decision.

No pressure from school
or adults.

I mean, it's worth a shot. But, you
know, we better get those up fast.

I was thinking the same thing.

Great.
Be great to get them up today.

Wait. Why are you handing
me the whole pile?

I wish I could help, but I just
got assigned a new OFI case,

and it's time-sensitive.

All right.
You ready?

Yep.

Cruz is covering Squad rest
of shift. See you at home?

Yeah.
Okay.

Thank you.

Looks like the fire
started on this bed.

Guy was a smoker.

I'm not calling it arson
if it turns out

he just dropped his ashes
onto the comforter.

Accelerant?
Maybe.

Strange smell.

Here. Watch out.

Maybe the fire started
underneath the bed?

Or accelerant was poured
on top and it soaked through.

Hey, no one goes
in this room, okay?

What?
This is a crime scene now.

No one goes in until
the investigation is complete.

You're the boss, my man.

Actually, social media played
a major role in the Arab Spring.

That's your example?
The Arab Spring?

Yeah. What are you
guys arguing about?

These two think
social media is dangerous,

while we believe there are benefits
from having a society that's connected.

No good comes
from the Internet.

Herrmann's been saying
this for years.

All I can say is I don't know
what you guys did to find dates

before the Internet.

We did it the old-fashioned
way. Went to Canada.

Okay, guys. I blew this up to poster
size so we can start taking a look at it.

Ambulance 61, man down from
unknown causes, 85 Rush Street.

This pizza place...

Hurry. We have a situation.
What's the situation?

Wedding proposal gone
massively wrong. Okay.

What happened?

I slipped the ring into
her champagne glass.

She was supposed to take a
sip, then... She swallowed it.

All right.

I hear stridor.
It's in her trachea.

She's losing consciousness.

Scope and forceps.

Yep.
Help me out.

I'm so sorry, Alana. I just
wanted this to be a surprise.

Yeah, let's give her
some room, okay?

We were welcoming
her to the family.

She's a wonderful girl.
You're wonderful, Alana.

Okay, I see it.

It's a beautiful ring.

There we go. Almost.

Come on.

Got it.

You see?
Yeah, no, it's lovely.

Bleeding has stopped
and vitals are stable.

Do you wanna ride with us?
Oh. We're all coming.

Wait.

Okay. All right.

Maybe that's the solution to
your Julie and Scott problem.

You don't wait for an invite.

You just say, "Hey, I'm
family," and you show up.

Yep.

Okay, so, reflected
in the ambulance's window

we clearly see a sign
with the letters K-E-D.

Kedzie Avenue.

And there was only one Goody's
Pizza on Kedzie Avenue in 2004.

The intersection
of Kedzie and West Grace.

Also, Goody's is, interestingly
enough, closed on Mondays.

See the closed sign
on the window.

Which leads us to conclude that this
photograph was taken on a Monday.

Now, based on the snow
on this awning

versus the way this guy
on the sidewalk is dressed...

It must be the first
show of the year. Exactly.

So, all you need to do is find
an incident report on a Monday,

sometime between the end of
September and mid-November,

on the corner
of Kedzie and Grace.

And you'll have your call.

And you know what else? She
loves to get the last word in.

She just drops a comment
and then scoots away.

Ooh, well, you're the queen
of last word and out.

I know. Yeah.
Stapler.

Kelly seems pretty amused
by the whole thing.

Yeah?

He keeps saying that Seager
and me will make a great team

once we iron out
all the kinks.

Oh, but if no one comes
to the sign-up tomorrow,

then the whole thing's
gonna get shut down anyway.

These flyers are great.
I'm sure girls will show up.

I hope you're right.
Yeah.

You always knew you
wanted to be a firefighter?

Pretty much. Yeah,
right out of high school.

What about you?

Um...

No. I had the doctor dream.
That's right.

You're still in the medical
profession. You're saving lives.

Yeah.

That doctor dream was a
tough one to shake, though.

Yeah.

Shimblecock.

Spacey Casey.
They still calling you that?

Nobody ever called
me that but you.

Really? I thought
it would catch on.

Well, I wasn't the space
cadet, Shimblecock. You were.

But your name rhymes with spacey.
What else am I supposed to call you?

How about Captain?
Oh. Sorry, Captain.

Uh, my chief said you called
about an old incident report.

Yeah.

That call finally coming back
to haunt you?

What do you mean?

That's the one where you pulled
the kid's arm out of its socket,

pulling him out of that little
Honda. Remember?

Oh. Right. Yeah.

Eight years old. Screamed like
he was howling at the moon.

Parents threatened to sue.

It was a whole thing
when you were a candidate.

I made the delivery guy move the
crib like 100 times. Nothing looks right.

Oh. I'll come over
and take a look.

Oh, no, no, no, no. You
don't have to worry about that.

Scott will be here soon.
I'll make him decide.

Um...

Look...

I wanted to say... I mean, I hope
you won't think I'm overstepping,

but I would really like to
be included in your family.

I mean, even after Scott
gets here and the baby comes.

Of course you're included.

That's why I wanted all of us to
go out and celebrate the move.

All of us?
Yeah.

The reservation at Swift
and Sons is Friday at 8:00.

And I might fall asleep
with my head on the table,

but it was the earliest
opening they had.

I figured you and Scott
can just ignore me.

That's so sweet.
I didn't realize...

Sylvie, we're moving to
Chicago to be closer to you.

You can knock on our door any
time, day or night, and I mean that.

Preferably night, so you
can help put the baby to sleep.

Oh, and on that note, I have got to go to
the ladies' room for the umpteenth time.

But I will be back
to polish off those fries.

Okay.

Severide.

You got them?
Just came in.

"Sample tests positive
for ignitable liquid residue."

Sounds like arson to me.
They identify the accelerant?

"Peracetic acid.

"A common antimicrobial
disinfectant found in janitorial supplies."

What's the plan?

I just want to feel
this guy out.

We get a bad hit off him,
we don't mess around.

We call in CPD right away.

Severide.

What the hell is this?

- Fire department.
- Anyone in there?

Severide.
Hey. Hey.

Drop it. Drop it.

Take it easy, tough guy. Easy.

I just didn't
recognize you, that's all.

I thought someone was
trying to get into the room.

Who took the boards off?

The wind pulled them loose. I
was getting ready to fix them.

The wind. Right.
I didn't do anything wrong.

The thing is, Denny, what
happened in there was murder.

So excuse us
if we're a little on edge.

What were you up to,
day of the fire?

Wait. What? No, no, no. I
had nothing to do with this.

Look, I can't be getting
into any trouble.

I'm on parole. All right?

The day of the fire, you were getting
in our way, running into the office.

I was trying to get you
a master key

so you wouldn't have to
go breaking down our doors.

That's all.

All right.

Well, you're not
in any trouble.

Sorry for coming at
you like that.

Hi. Hey. Hey.
Woah, woah, woah. Slow down.

Are you here
for Girls on Fire?

Am I the only one?

Um...

Yeah. But, hey, what's
your name? Kylie.

Kylie, okay, I'm about
to get very real with you.

I am killing myself trying to
get this program off the ground.

And I'm working with this girl
who is insanely competitive,

who used to have a thing
for my boyfriend.

I know. But it's worth it,

because I know how awesome
this program can be.

Seager and I, we're no good
at selling Girls on Fire,

but we will kick ass
running it.

We're firefighters, and
it's the best job in the world.

And you should
really check it out.

Okay.

Okay. There you go.

The medical examiner
found no traces of smoke

in Brad Whittier's lungs,
only water.

Looks like the killer drowned him in
the tub and then torched the place.

You send all this to
our friend in Milwaukee?

Yeah, and Seager's referring
the arson to CPD.

So you'll be glad to hear that I'm
focused on Squad again, 100%.

This peracetic acid.
You know what it's used for?

Cleaning supplies. We thought
it pointed toward the janitor, but...

It's also used for
sterilizing medical equipment.

Now, didn't Detective Lamar say
that our victim was in Milwaukee

on some kind of
medical trade show?

Yeah. He did.

Brad Whittier worked for a
company called Hollette Industries.

Hollette.

Yes, they sell
medical supplies. Now...

Who's more likely to have
peracetic acid on hand?

A gangbanger or a
medical supplies sales rep?

So, maybe one of Whittier's
coworkers is all wrapped up in this,

and that's who
he was so afraid of.

Look, Chief, I know
what I just said...

Go. I'll cover you.

Thanks.

You figure out that
call, Captain? Yep.

Care to share?

Nope.

Fine. It was a car accident.

I might've jerked a kid's arm out of
its socket, pulling him from a wreck.

Happens all the time
during extraction rescues.

You do what you gotta do.

But a civilian
doesn't know that.

Better to let it lie,
not reach out.

Um...

Captain?

I responded to the Reddit guy, and
I told him you work at Firehouse 51.

I... I didn't know.

How was I supposed to know?

Hi.
Hey.

You okay?
Yeah.

I'm just having
contractions again,

and I didn't want to just
rush to the hospital,

considering what happened
last time.

How often?

I've been timing them.
They're pretty regular.

Like every six
or seven minutes.

And they're a lot more
intense than last time.

I'm gonna call those
real contractions.

Sounds like you're gonna
have a baby.

My due date's
over a month away.

We've delivered healthy babies way
more preterm than this. Don't worry.

Oh. God.
Scott's at a conference.

I don't know if I can
get ahold of him.

Let's just get you to the hospital,
then I'll call Scott and track him down.

You good with the wheel?
You know it.

Let's go.

There you go.

We're all still reeling
from the news.

I mean, what was Brad doing in
the motel room in the first place?

None of it makes any sense.

He apparently told
a Milwaukee detective

he knew something about
a murder that happened

while your sales team
was there for a conference.

Yes. I spoke with
Detective Lamar.

But Brad never mentioned
any of it to any of us.

Mr. Roesch, your company sells
peracetic acid. Is that right?

Of course. In bulk. But what
does that have to do with anything?

That was the accelerant used to set
the fire in Mr. Whittier's motel room.

I... I don't understand. What do
you people think happened to Brad?

Mr. Roesch, do any of the
members of your sales team,

the ones that you sent
to the conference,

do any of them have a drug
problem to your knowledge?

Well, even if I knew
of anything like that,

the company can't give out
that kind of information.

We see this a lot. Businessmen
that go on trips out of town,

sometimes they like to let loose a little,
go to a strip club. Do a couple bumps.

Maybe one of your team members
wandered away from the conference to buy?

Got into it with a corner boy,
and Brad saw what went down.

This could be all my fault.
How is that, Mr. Roesch?

I asked Brad to keep
an eye on Ray.

Ray Averett. He's had some
trouble in the past.

He's been to rehab, but I told
Brad, don't let him out of your sight.

This Ray Averett, is
he a big guy? Red hair?

Yes. Why?

Hey. Averett.

Hey.

Stairs.

You all right?
Yeah, I'm good.

Get out of the car.

Keep your hands where I can
see them, and you get out of the car.

Lawyer. I want a lawyer.
You turn around.

Put your hands on the roof.

I want a lawyer.

Seager. Hey, you okay?
Yeah. I'll live.

Did we get him?
Yeah. We got him.

She's having contractions five
minutes apart and they're coming faster.

How far along are you, honey?
She's 35 weeks.

Oh. Baby's in a hurry.
Who's your OB?

Dr. Patchefsky.
Okay, I'll find her.

Oh, God.

This is the real deal.

It's been a long time.
I remember what it feels like.

Ooh.

Did she seemed worried
about the timing?

No. No. She's just
being extra careful.

Okay. Oh. Okay.

Let's get you
up to obstetrics.

Dr. Patchefsky will
meet us there.

Okay.

You... you'll call Scott?
Yes. Right away.

It's gonna be fine.
You're gonna do great.

Okay.

Hey, Casey.

Yeah.

That Reddit guy is here.

Where?

- I didn't know down from up.
- I was completely rattled.

And that's when
Matt Casey rescued me

from what would've been
a painful, excruciating death.

Bro, check it out. That's me, as
a kid, in the stretcher right there.

So, our car got smashed
by a refrigerator truck,

flipped in the middle of the intersection,
then the engine caught on fire.

Okay, my mom and dad
got out no problem.

I was wedged in the back
with my feet stuck.

I could feel the flames,
right on my face.

Next thing I know, this
fireman uses his own body

to shield me from the
flames, pulls me free.

- Never forgotten it.
- Awesome.

It's a different call.

I thought you were gonna
get Matt Casey.

Yeah. Okay.

I'm Matt Casey.

No, man. Not you. No.
This guy, man. He's the hero.

This guy.

You're the guy that jerked my
friend Justin's arm out of its socket.

Big time. Yeah. It was brutal.

Yeah, anyway, you know
where I can find this guy?

Shimblecock?
Sure.

Firehouse 128.
Dope. Cool. Thanks, man.

Yeah.
See you, guys.

I didn't mention it to Captain
Horton that we only had one girl.

That's all we need,
just for starters.

I'm glad my flyers
actually worked.

Yeah, well, if I hadn't used
my powers of persuasion,

I mean, who knows?

Um, it's 10 after.

You think she's blowing us off?
I mean, she did seem unsure.

Captain. Didn't know you'd
be joining us today.

Where are your recruits?

Kylie.

You said it's the best job in the
world, so I brought a few friends.

Hope that's cool.
Yeah. I figured you would.

All right, recruits.
Line up.

Let's go. Let's go.

All right, arms-length
distance apart.

All right.
Let's have some fun.

Hi, Sylvie.

Doctor, what's happening?
Nobody's giving me any information.

So, a little complication. Julie
may have had a placental abruption.

There's no reason to
worry yet. We're on top of it.

Both Julie and the baby
are in good hands.

Okay.
So just sit tight.

I'll make sure somebody's
keeping you updated.

Thank you.

Don't feel bad, Casey.

Why would I feel bad?

Well, that's my point.
You shouldn't.

But, you get recognition
all the time.

Accolades, promotions, but
grunts like me and Shimblecock,

it is not that often people come
seeking us out to show their gratitude.

I'm sure you're right.

Everything okay?

Not really sure.

Hey.
Hey.

Just got off the phone with
Detective Lamar from Milwaukee.

Says to buy you whatever
you're drinking tonight.

And to say thank you.

You gave the mother of
that boy a little bit of peace.

Knowing his murder
didn't go unanswered.

I was just trying to help.

You did that, and more.

Hey.

Thank you for coming. I'm
sorry to bug you after shift.

What's the latest?

Well, Scott is stuck behind
some big rig accident on 1-90,

so he won't be here
for about an hour or so.

And Julie?
I don't know.

I think they're worried about the
baby, but nobody's told me very much.

There's Dr. Patchefsky.

What's wrong?

Our suspicion was right.
It was a placental abruption.

The baby's oxygen was compromised,
so we performed a cesarean,

but Julie developed
preeclampsia and...

We did everything we could.
She lost a lot of blood.

I'm very sorry.
She died on the table, Sylvie.

Oh, no.

Julie is related to you how?

She's my mother.

Um...

Is the baby...
The baby's doing well.

Would you like to see her?

Go.

Go.

Go ahead.
You can pick her up.

Preterm babies need as much
contact as they can get.

Hey.

You're so beautiful.