.
- We are getting out of this.
Carver, cover him!
[dramatic music]
Pryma?
- He's on the way to Med because of you.
- How about you tell me where you got that scar?
- When I was nine years old,
we were at this big family bonfire.
My older brother shoved me into the flames.
No one believed what actually happened
'cause that's too insane.
Why would a 15-year-old kid do that
to his own little brother, right?
- Your mom is going in for a procedure.
- I have a tumor.
- Mom's gonna be okay.
- We weren't able to get all the cancer out.
We have a fight ahead of us.
[indistinct chatter]
[soft pensive music]
- Hey.
- Oh, thank you, honey.
- You bet.
So, um, we gotta make a call.
Uh, get that chemotherapy set up.
- I have to go through the insurance stuff first,
figure out the best way to set up billing.
- Hey.
The doc said the sooner the better.
So why don't we make the appointment,
and then we can talk--
- I'd rather read through our insurance policy first.
Did you get ahold of Mr. Mercado?
He has all the info on Max's school fundraiser.
- Yeah, on it.
He already sent everything over.
- I've run it every year.
And this one is even more important.
They still don't have a PE program
because of budget cuts.
- I told you, I got this.
If I can put out high-rise fires,
I can manage a school fundraiser.
- Hmm.
- Oh, that hurts me.
- I don't know if you heard any of that.
But I handled it, and no one's dead.
- Mm. - Well done.
- Dad, I'm taking Max and Luke to school.
You've got Kenny and Annabelle.
- Yep.
See?
Handled it. All of it.
- Annabelle doesn't have school today.
Test grading or something.
- Oh.
Then she gets to spend the day at the firehouse.
- She'll be thrilled.
- Love you.
- [sighs]
[metal clanking]
- Hold up, you got a snag.
- Thanks.
- You setting up for a center-load
confined space entry?
- Uh, yeah.
All right, hotshot.
You wanna rig up the main carriage?
- You wanna set the system to 2-to-1 or 4-to-1?
- 2-to-1 should do it.
Truckies aren't usually trained on technical rescue gear.
Where'd you pick it up?
- You know, watching you guys, reading up in my spare time.
- It looks pretty good.
- How long have you been working squad?
- Uh, I don't know. 14 years.
- All of it at 51?
- That's right.
- And when did Lieutenant Kidd start here?
- Almost seven years ago.
- You're a lucky man, Lieutenant Severide.
- Love at first sight is a myth.
- Stop it. No, it isn't.
- Sorry, but falling in love takes time.
Hotness, on the other hand, can happen right away.
- So you were in love with Casey as soon as you met him?
[soft playful music]
- Yeah. Yeah.
I think--I think I was.
I had a--a feeling.
And as much as I like Dylan, I just didn't get that feeling.
- I get that.
But it might be impossible to date ever
if you hold everyone to Casey standards.
- Cruz.
Did you fall in love with Chloe at first sight?
- Oh, yeah.
Even through all the smoke. Mm!
- Don't listen to him.
He's been in candy cloud land since the adoption.
- Hmm. [alarm blares]
- Squad 3, Ambulance 61, man down, 400 Armour Street.
- You both are full of it.
[sirens wailing]
[tense music]
♪
- Oh, this ought to be interesting.
- Hurry, please. It's really bad.
- Hey, guys. Hang back.
See what's going on in here.
- What happened?
- Everyone's supposed to put their bows down
at the firing line while people go and retrieve their arrows.
But some idiot kept fiddling with his,
and an arrow got away from him.
- Give us some room, guys. Give us some room.
- [choking, gasping]
♪
.
- I can't-- I can't--
- Stay still. Don't talk.
What's his name? - Alex.
- All right, Alex, I know
you're having trouble breathing,
but I need you to relax.
Take your hand back so I can have a look, okay?
- Should we cric him and secure the airway?
- Uh, his oxygen levels are good.
I don't wanna sedate him.
It's better for him to breathe on his own.
But I can't take this arrow out.
We have to leave it in place and get you to the hospital.
- I could rig up a C-collar, try and stabilize the shaft.
- I can't transport it with this much sticking out.
- Yeah, it won't clear the ambo.
- And the slightest bump could cut off
his breathing, make him crash.
We need to cut this arrow shorter.
- All right, Cruz,
grab me a whizzer saw and a tool bag, ASAP.
- Copy! - You can't just clip it?
Like, with bolt cutters?
- No, this is carbon.
Bolt cutters will crush it to razor-sharp splinters.
You don't want that.
- I'm just afraid of the vibration.
- We'll keep it to a minimum. - All right.
- Capp, Tony, stretcher.
- On it. - I'll start suctioning him.
Open for me.
- [groaning]
- Hey, Cruz.
Get some vice grips on the back of the shaft.
- Oh. Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure.
You got it. - Give me that towel.
[tense music]
♪
- All right, I'm gonna protect your eyes with this, okay?
- Cutting.
[saw buzzing]
- [groans] - Wait. Stop! Stop, stop.
- What? What's wrong?
- Vibration's giving him subcutaneous emphysema.
The bubbles are putting pressure on his throat.
- I'm holding it as still as I can.
- We just have to figure out a way
to keep air from getting in.
Um--Violet, let's do a figure-eight wrap
with the Kerlix.
- You got it.
♪
- Nice. All right.
Good to go.
- All you, Cruz.
Watch your eyes.
Cutting.
[saw buzzing]
That do the trick? - Yeah.
Let's load him up.
- Yep. Nice and easy.
One, two.
- Yep. Good, good, good.
Step over here.
Sit you down.
All right. Lay back. - Yeah.
- All right, make some room!
- Annabelle, this says I gotta put together 12 baskets
and come up with a bigger donation too.
What--is that what your mom does every year?
[sighs] It just seems like a lot.
- You need some help.
- No, no.
If Cindy can do this solo, so can I.
- You're sure?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I got this.
- It's a lot on Herrmann's shoulders.
I mean, Cindy is the rock of that family.
- Man, I really hope she's okay.
I really feel for those kids.
Hey, Annabelle.
What's up?
- Hey, have you seen the latest Riffi TikTok?
It's pretty flashy.
- Riffi's still doing those?
That's so sad.
- Right?
So who do you follow? What are you into?
- I'm into me time.
As in, being alone.
- Oh.
Cool. Uh, sorry.
- She is legit scary.
- I think I started sweating.
[knock at door]
- You know that school fundraiser
Cindy spearheads every year?
- Sure.
- Herrmann's gonna try and take it over
for her while she's laid up.
- [chuckles]
Maybe we ought to give him a hand, huh?
- That's the thing.
I just offered, and he flat-out refused.
Maybe you could order him to let us help.
Otherwise, that school is gonna go bankrupt or something.
- Look, this road that Cindy's going down could be a long one.
Herrmann might be reluctant to ask for help
right out the gate.
Maybe he's trying to prove to himself that he can handle
one simple fundraiser on his own
and save the favors for later, when he might really need us.
[pensive music]
- I think about what that family's going through,
and then I start thinking about Trudy--
- Don't even go there.
I grab ahold of Donna every chance I get, past few weeks.
I say we respect his wishes for now, but be at the ready,
just in case he asks for help.
- That sounds good.
Thanks, Chief.
- Yeah.
- Traced the leak back to the hose.
Think it just needed to be tightened up.
- Okay, great.
As long as we don't have to take it out of service,
I'm happy.
- Nah, we can handle it.
- Great.
- Carver?
Your brother is here.
- [scoffs]
I think you have the wrong firefighter.
My brother is in Texas.
- I'm pretty sure he was looking for you.
His name's Nathan?
[tense music]
He's outside.
Didn't wanna come in.
♪
- Okay.
Thanks.
You could have called.
- You would have said no. - We?
- I borrowed from Mom and Dad to keep NC Consulting afloat,
and it didn't work out.
And I don't need you to gloat about it.
- You're a real ass, you know that?
- You're gonna let Mom and Dad lose their home?
'Cause what, you're a little sad sack?
- Get out of here.
Get out of here.
- I knew we couldn't count on you.
I told them.
- Go.
- Carver.
♪
.
- Did Carver say anything when he came back in?
- Not a word.
- Then give him a little space. It's personal business.
He probably wants to keep it that way.
- Well, yeah, but he's the one
who told me what his brother did to him.
He knows I know.
So I'm just gonna keep a close eye out,
make sure he's not too shaken up.
[apprehensive music]
- Hey, Capp.
Didn't there used to be a ping-pong table in this place?
- Not anymore.
That was a while ago.
- That's so lame.
- Sorry.
- Uh, that's all you have?
A nozzle? - Yeah.
I figured the little ones would wanna play firefighter.
- You know that this is broken, right?
- Well, who cares?
I mean, they're not fighting real fires.
- What else you got? - Well, I--
I was gonna put in a firehouse T-shirt,
but there's none left, so.
- Oh.
- Hey, Capp.
Give me that shirt.
- Why me?
- 'Cause it says "squad."
The kids will love it.
- That is so awkward.
- Sorry.
- Herrmann, uh, this basket--
it sucks. - We'll take it from here.
- Wait, wait. No, I got this.
- No, you don't.
- Yeah, first stop, the turnout room.
♪
- [sighs]
- We're very grateful. - Uh-oh, there he is now.
Lieutenant, you have a visitor.
- Uh, Severide, this is Dawn. - Mm-hmm.
Uh, Dawn Cannon. Hi.
- She's the wife of our friend from the archery range.
- Alex? How's he doing?
- Oh, remarkably well, thanks to the two of you.
- Thanks to Sylvie here.
She was the brains of the operation.
- Alex said it could have gone a lot worse,
if not for you both.
He'll be out of the hospital in just a few days.
- That's good to hear.
- But he didn't wanna wait that long
to show his gratitude, so he sent me in his place.
- Oh, we're just doing our jobs.
- A job that doesn't pay nearly as much as it should.
So we wanted to express our thanks with a small gift
for each of you.
How does 3,000 a piece sound?
- [chuckles]
Uh, no, no--
- No, really. I insist.
Alex and I run an investment banking firm here in town,
and we've weathered the economy better than most.
You don't have to feel badly about this.
We're happy to do it.
- Ma'am, we can't take your money.
It's against the rules.
- We really appreciate it. That's very sweet.
- Rules.
Okay.
But Alex is not gonna be happy.
And just a warning--
he's used to getting his way.
Thank you, again.
[metal creaks] - [grunts]
[metal clatters] [groans]
Damn it! [tool clatters]
- Whoa.
[apprehensive music]
- I apologize.
That won't happen again, Lieutenant.
- You okay?
- I just-- just jammed it a little.
- I'm not talking about your hand.
- You are the only person who has any idea
how crazy it is he came here.
- So talk to me, then.
If you want to.
♪
- Son of a bitch came here for money.
I got as far away from that family
as I could as soon as I was old enough.
Talk to them once every few years, maybe.
And when Nathan found out I was a firefighter,
he called me a blue-collar sucker
who'd never amount to anything.
And now he's asking me for money?
That psycho with the slick clothes and attitude to match,
the one who shoved me into a fire just for kicks,
is now asking for my life savings.
Can you believe that?
- No.
That is insane.
Why doesn't he go to your parents?
- He had his own advertising company,
which I guess he ran into the ground.
Drained my folks of their savings along the way.
- I'm sorry.
- For years, I've been having these dreams
that Nathan and my parents are on a houseboat.
Middle of Lake Conroe, near where I grew up.
And the boat is sinking,
and they are going to drown.
I know it.
And I'm standing on the shore, watching.
And I could try and save them.
But I don't. I just--
I just watch.
I know. Who's the psycho now, right?
- Having a dream about it doesn't make you a psycho.
- It--it feels like that's what's happening now.
It's so damn strange.
Despite everything,
can I watch my parents go down,
lose everything?
I don't know.
I--I really do not know.
♪
.
- [sighs] Oh.
Forgot we had those helmets for the classroom visits.
Good call.
All right, uh, 1 down and 11 to go.
Which is a lot, but--
- Lieutenant.
- Oh.
I'm sorry, Ritter.
I--you know, Cindy, she hasn't been sleeping so good.
So--coughing.
Anyway, I--I like to keep an eye on her,
so I'm a little wiped out.
- No need to apologize.
- Oh.
- Where's Kenny?
- What?
- Isn't school over for him by now?
- Oh, hell.
Oh, I told Lee Henry that I would cover Kenny!
Oh, and I forgot! This isn't good.
All right, uh, we gotta leave now, all right?
Round up engine.
[tense music]
♪
Ugh!
[banging on door]
Oh.
Hey!
Oh, hey, hey!
Um, have you seen Kenny Herrmann?
He's third grade. - No, no.
All the kids were picked up hours ago.
There's no one inside.
Sorry.
- Ugh.
[phone rings]
Yeah?
- Hey, there's another Herrmann child in my firehouse.
- What?
- Kenny's here, safe and sound.
- But I--how?
- One of the other parents saw him waiting at the school
and just brought him straight over.
- Oh, Lord love a duck. All right.
Uh, just don't let him burn down the place
before I get back there.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- You know, these young guys,
they have no respect for their elders.
Just jumped in to help Herrmann without even asking.
But maybe it's the right way to go,
because he's in way over his head.
- I can't argue with that.
It's time.
- Hey.
Oh, hey.
I messed up, kid, all right?
I'm so sorry. - It's okay.
- Happy to see you, Kenny.
- There you are.
Take it away, Lieutenant.
- Okay.
We've got a last-minute fundraiser here,
so we are putting everyone on assignment.
- Hey. - Now--
- You guys, you don't gotta do this.
- Herrmann, this is exactly what you did
for my wedding, remember?
- Yeah, but that was--
- This is happening. - Sit, Dad.
- Okay, I have a list of basket ideas, so I'll pass those out.
- And we still need a big-ticket idea.
- Are we meeting up at Molly's tomorrow?
- Yes.
Let's say 3:00 p.m.
- Um, self-care basket?
- I'll switch with you.
I got oils and whatnot at home.
And I'm not doing baby basket.
- I'll take that one.
- Fitness basket. Awesome.
[indistinct chatter]
- Lieutenant.
I can't make it tomorrow.
Meeting Nathan at FandT.
- Okay. No problem.
We'll be there a while if you wanna come hang out after.
- I'll try. I'm gonna give him the money.
I can't watch the boat go down, you know.
- Mm-hmm.
Okay.
- Hi, I'm looking for a Kelly Severide.
- You found him. - And a Sylvie Brett.
- Oh, that's me.
- These are for you.
- I didn't order a smartphone. What is this?
- "A small token of thanks from Alex Cannon."
- Oh, man.
- Arrow in the neck.
- Oh.
This is the big one.
These things are, like, a thousand bucks a pop.
- $1,600 fully loaded.
I just need a couple signatures,
and they are all yours.
- We can't.
- I know, but my screen is cracked.
- Brett.
Please send them back.
- Really?
- Really.
Please tell them we appreciate the gesture.
- Okay.
- Stupid rules.
- Lieutenant Kidd?
Chief wants to see you before you leave.
- Hey, Chief.
[clears throat] What?
- Something has arrived for you, Lieutenant.
- Hey, I'm pretty sure that this Danish oil
is not used for self-care.
- I keep it in my woodshop, mostly,
but it sure seems massage-y.
- You could kill somebody with that.
- Hey, Maxi! Lana!
- Let's go wrap baskets.
- Hey, hey, hey.
You can't put 25-pound weights in there!
- What-- - Ugh!
No basket will hold that, all right?
Five pounds, max. - That's what I said.
- Who uses five-pound weights, newborns?
- Herrmann.
Hey, so we thought of something big for the auction.
We think you should offer a ride-along on the engine.
- That's perfect.
You two are geniuses!
- We like to think so. - Ah. All right.
I'm gonna call Cindy, and she's gonna love this.
[line trills]
Hey, Cin!
This is gonna be the best fundraiser
the school ever saw.
- Aw, honey.
Look at you.
- No. Mm-mmm.
It was all these guys.
- Listen, I'm sorry about avoiding
the chemotherapy talk.
I'm just a little scared, is all.
But I'm going to call. Tomorrow.
- Listen, I'm scared, too, but I'm here.
And you and me, we're gonna get through--
hey!
What the hell is this? - Dad.
Jesus. What's the big deal?
- Hey! [grunts]
Your--your son has got his paws all over Lana
at my place of business.
- [laughing] Christopher, go easy.
They're teenagers.
- [sighs]
- You need some help?
- Uh, bows are maybe not my thing.
- [laughs] Mmm.
Voodoo Ranger.
Matt Casey's favorite beer.
- That's how I know it. It's good stuff.
- There you go. - Thank you.
You talk to him recently?
- No.
We both kind of agreed it was harder
when we were in close touch, so.
What about you?
- Been too long.
In some ways, it feels like he's still here.
- Yeah, I know what you mean.
- People make a difference in your life like that,
you don't forget.
Even if it's hard, you have to move on.
- Stella told you about me and Dylan, didn't she?
- No.
Not sure who Dylan is.
Tend not to get involved in other people's personal lives.
- Oh, sorry. Of course.
No, it's just--what you said, it makes a lot of sense.
Where is Stella, anyway?
- She's out running an errand. She'll be here soon.
- It's the right thing to do. I appreciate it, okay?
- You mean, thank you? - I'm not gonna grovel.
I know I screwed a few things up,
but I'm a guy who strives to be the best.
You should take a lesson from that.
- From you? - Yeah.
At least I didn't skip college and sign on
for the fire department because no one else would hire me.
- You know that's not why I joined.
- Come on, you could have made something of yourself.
- Like you, bankrupting the family?
- Hey there.
[apprehensive music]
- Hey, Lieutenant.
- This is your boss?
- Sorry for the interruption,
but something important came up.
This is a notification that you and I
have just received the Firefighter Award of Valor
for saving Detective Pryma's life.
We will get the actual medal from the mayor on awards day.
- You serious? - Mm-hmm.
I wanted you to have it right away.
Your brother saved a lot of lives.
This is a major honor from the city of Chicago.
You should be really proud.
[pensive music]
♪
Congratulations, Carver.
.
- You think I am too up and in Carver's business.
- [sighs]
- I didn't say a word.
- No, but I can tell.
The way you reacted when I said I was bringing him the award.
- What I think is...
You're a great leader exactly because of the way
you take care of your team.
Maybe it's not the way I do things,
but that doesn't matter.
I still respect the hell out of it.
- Oh.
- I'm gonna shower.
[soft suggestive music]
- Well, I think you might need my help.
Because there's that spot that you always miss.
Mm-hmm. You know the one.
It's like--right--there.
- [chuckles]
- The silent auction is closing in five minutes.
Get your bids in now.
- Oh, hey.
- Yay!
I'm still in the lead. - Yeah!
This is gonna be fun, Christopher.
Did I ever tell you that my cousin
is a part-time volunteer at the Sheboygan County--
oh, Christ, Zander's stealing from the baskets again.
Ooh.
[giggles] - Yeah.
Man.
Hey, Maxie.
- I'm not talking to you right now.
- Uh, listen, all right?
I am sorry that I yelled at you and Lana
for going X-rated at Molly's, okay?
- Oh, my God. - Listen.
We got other issues, all right?
Zander's mom is a top bidder on the ride-along,
and she cannot win it, all right?
I only got five minutes left.
- Why can't she win it?
- To be honest, I think she's kind of got a thing for me.
- Gross.
[soft suspenseful music]
I'll see what I can do.
- Thank you.
All right. Hurry.
Oh hey, you should bid on this. You won't regret it.
We can run red lights.
We can, you know, put out some fires.
You know, maybe even break down a door or two, huh?
- Ah, you're Max's dad.
The firefighter. - Yeah, that's right.
- Sounds like a great time.
- Hey, whoa.
It will be, I promise.
- All right. Then I'm bidding.
- And that's it, ladies and gentlemen.
Please bring your auction sheets up to the front.
Thank you. Congratulations.
- Hey, Brett.
- His wife wasn't kidding. He does not give up.
- There they are. [chuckles]
- How are you feeling?
- Oh, hell of a sore throat,
but the docs were amazed by my recovery.
I just got discharged.
- Glad to hear it.
- I wanted to come straight here
to thank you both personally.
- Uh.
I hope you understand, we work under a strict code of ethics
that stops us from accepting gifts.
- As much as we appreciate the gestures.
- I know. I got that message.
But listen, you saved my life.
There's gotta be something I could do that won't
get you into trouble.
Think about it. Get back to me.
Otherwise, I'll just keep trying.
- We'll give it some thought.
- Okay.
- [clears throat]
- Hey.
- You didn't have to do that.
But the look on Nathan's face--
it was a moment, that's for sure.
- Everything I said was true.
He should be proud.
- I don't even think he'd know how.
I have a feeling that's the last time
I'm gonna see him.
- Maybe it's for the best.
Um, family like that can be poison.
Slowly kill you from the inside.
- It sounds like you speak from experience.
- I do.
- I'm sorry. - Mm.
I left them behind a long time ago.
But hey, it's one of the many reasons
to appreciate having this 51 family, right?
[pensive music]
♪
- Hey!
On account of all your guys' help,
I, uh, brought in a couple of dozen donuts.
Now I'm, uh, not gonna let the waterworks fly, but...
[exhales] You guys are the best.
- How'd the fundraiser do?
- Yeah, did we break any records?
- Yeah, you know, we didn't get enough for,
you know, a PE program, but that's okay.
You know, we got a good chunk of change.
The, uh, the wine and beer basket--
it was a big hit, Lieutenant.
- Glad to hear it.
- Hey, how much did the self-care basket go for?
- Uh, you know what?
I'm gonna have to check on that.
But hey, the ride-along?
Uh, it went for a pretty penny, you know,
to some guy that seems great.
[alarm blares] He's coming in later.
- Ambulance 61, Truck 81.
- No one touch the jelly one.
- I would not trust these people.
[tense music]
[sirens wailing]
♪
- He's dead. I think he's dead.
- Who is?
- Mario, my boss. I killed him.
- Okay. Hey. Stand back.
Okay.
.
- All right, let's get the ram in here,
some cribbing, and the Stokes basket.
Mouch, you make sure the parking brake is set.
- Got it.
[tense music]
He's pinned against the wall.
It doesn't look like he's breathing.
- I was just pulling the car in,
like I've done a thousand times.
I guess the alignment's off.
- All that matters now is getting him out of there.
Just stay back so we can work, all right?
- Ram goes in the trench? - Yep.
♪
[machinery whirring]
Cribbing right over here.
Passenger side tire. - Got it.
- We gotta keep the weight off that oil drum.
- Yep.
- And Mouch, feed me the Stokes basket once I get down there.
- Copy that.
♪
- Oh, this is gonna be tight.
- Yeah, how do you wanna--oh.
- [grunts]
Okay.
There.
Okay.
I got a faint pulse.
Let's get ready up there with that cribbing!
- On it, Lieutenant!
- Going up on the ram. - Okay.
- Copy that.
[machinery whirring] [metal groaning]
- We're good up here. - Stokes basket!
- Coming down.
♪
- One more. - You got it.
- Two, three.
- Okay.
- Pulse is strong. - Let's get him on oxygen.
- Is he okay?
- We need to get him to the hospital
so they can check him for internal injuries.
- Tell him I'm sorry.
- You can tell him yourself when he comes back to work.
- Oh, I ain't gonna be here.
I gotta quit before I get fired.
- Be glad I remembered deodorant
this morning, Carver.
Because some days, I'm in a rush.
- [chuckles]
Lucky me.
- You know, Severide was talking about moving on,
and maybe it's time I let go of the Casey standard.
- Are you seriously saying you're taking
Severide's romantic advice over mine,
when it's the exact same?
Ow.
- Oh, hey!
Ride-along guy. He's almost here.
- Do you know his actual name?
- Don't think I noticed it on the sheet.
I was too excited.
- Hey, why don't we get everybody
out there to greet him?
Make him feel special. - Yes.
I'll round up Truck.
All right, 81 to the app floor!
[apprehensive music]
Everything okay?
Your brother reach out again?
- Everything's fine.
- All right.
Come on out to the app floor.
Ride-along guy's here.
We're gonna make him feel like the man of the moment--
- I don't wanna do this happy 51 family act, okay?
This isn't my family.
This is a workplace.
And it's getting pretty damn suffocating, to be honest.
♪
- I'm really looking forward to it.
- Yeah, it's a real once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
- So why are we here,
instead of handling firehouse business?
- It was the young guys' idea,
and I think we've learned sometimes,
it's smart to follow their lead.
- That has its limits.
[soft playful music]
I will not be doing that.
- All right, so I got you up here.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- Hey, just so you know, Lana's my daughter.
I've heard what Max has been up to,
so I figured this would be the perfect time
to set some rules that you can share with them.
- Yeah.
♪
- Seriously, he's back already?
- I called him. - Oh.
- Thanks for getting back to me.
I hope this is enough.
- I think you went above and beyond.
It's for Max's school.
- Oh, wow. Huh.
Oh, wow!
That is very generous of you.
- It's my pleasure. You have my number.
Call if there's ever anything else I could do.
- You are full of surprises.
- Ah, I just didn't wanna hear
Herrmann complaining anymore.
- Hmm.
- You got a minute?
- That's unacceptable.
- I mean, maybe I overstepped by getting
into the whole situation in the first place.
You warned me not to.
- But then he told you why his brother was here.
He wanted to talk.
- I know his brother being here messed with his head.
[apprehensive music]
But you can't talk to your lieutenant like that.
- Damn straight!
I mean, everyone knows the guy's a hothead.
- And after what he just said...
part of me wonders if he'll ever really fit in here.
But Boden brought him here for a reason.
He wanted him to learn from me and 51 and--
he wanted me to learn from Carver too.
- Stella, Boden's watching you give it your all with Carver.
He wanted you to take him in, develop him,
and you did that.
But now, if you don't think that he's the right man
for 51, long-term...
I know that Boden would respect your decision
to transfer him out.
So would I.
♪
- I booked it.
The first chemo session is on Thursday.
- I'm so proud of you.
And you're gonna be proud too.
- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.
Thanks to a lot of help at 51,
the school ended up raking in a huge haul,
and they are gonna be able to have
the best PE program in Chicago.
It's just too bad that our son Max
is the least athletic kid who ever tried--mm.
- Thank you, Christopher.
[heartfelt music]
♪
[dramatic music]
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[wolf howls]