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.

[bright tones]

- I know who I want.
- For Otis's spot, you mean.

- Blake Gallo.
- No, he's a daredevil.

- A long time ago,

you had a fool
of a young rookie on Squad.

You made me
a better firefighter.

You can do the same for him.

- Welcome to 51.

- You and I are gonna go
get Brett back.

She's not happy
at Fowlerton.

- Kyle, you're such
an amazing guy.

Fowlerton's just not
my home anymore.

51 is.

- You need to come home, Brett.

- Let's go.

[bright music]

♪

- Are you trying
to put me in the nuthouse?

Huh?

Explain to me

why you put all these gizmos
right in my way.

- We need access
to the power line.

- Then put them up
on the roof, all right?

Someplace that they're out
of my way

so I can do my inventory.

- Sir, the SMART station
is an integrated system--

- Wait, what, now?

- Software Management
To Accelerate Response Time.

It's a real-time data system.
- Uh, y-you know what?

Save your techno-hoodoo for
the suits downtown, all right?

I know snake oil
when I smell it.

I'm gonna go talk to my chief.

[equipment clatters]

- Herrmann!

♪

- [snoring]

all: Surprise!

- You should have
seen your face!

- Aww, you guys are horrible.

- I thought a simple
"welcome home" banner

would suffice, but no.

- The donuts were my idea.

- I missed you
every damn day, roomie.

Welcome back.

- You don't have a renter yet?

- It's just you and me.

[Tuesday barks]

- [gasps]
Oh, Tuesday!

Hi, honey!
- Tuesday missed you too.

- You're the sweetest doggie
in the world.

[Tuesday barks]

- All right, come on,
come on, come on.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Come here.

Ugh, 51 just hasn't been
the same without you.

- Feeling's mutual.
- [chuckles]

♪

- Who's that?

- It's Blake Gallo.

- I heard you were taking
a while to fill the slot.

- Yeah, well, uh,
we wanted to be careful.

♪

- How do you like the new guy?

- Eh.

Jury's out.

- [laughs]
Ah...

[bed springs squeak]

I missed that squeak.
[both laugh]

- So how does it feel
to be back?

- [sighs]
Surreal.

It was kind of a rollercoaster
leaving Fowlerton--

and leaving Kyle.

I know it was
the right thing to do, but...

it'll be good to throw myself
back into work again.

[bed springs squeak]

- Just so you know,
it's not the same 51 you left.

Ever since the factory fire,

you know, things have just...

been different.

And I'm not just talking
about the video arcade

that they're installing
in-house.

- Yeah, what is all that?

- Some new tech
that they want us to try out.

You want to hear an earful,

just drop a quarter in Herrmann
and watch him go.

- I already heard.

"Save the technical hoodoo
for the suits downtown."

- [laughs]

[alarm chimes]
- Ambulance 61.

Injured person at the County
Youth Detention Facility.

3421 North Darmen Avenue.
Priority yellow.

- What is "priority yellow"?

- No idea.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Infirmary is down the hall.

Usually we handle
these things in-house,

but our nurses are limited
on what they can do.

- What's the extent
of his injuries?

- Uh, it's pretty bad.

Five inmates
jumped a smaller kid.

Kicking, stomping.

- Whoa, I'm--I'm sorry,
you are?

- Paramedic in Charge
Sylvie Brett.

We were dispatched by 911.

- Okay, well,
someone jumped the gun.

Our nurses have the situation
under control.

- That young man could have
a concussion or a broken arm--

- Maybe I wasn't clear.

This is a secure area,
so you two can leave right now

or I can have you removed.

♪

- [coughs]

- No, that boy could have
an esophageal laceration.

- Whoa, whoa--
- He's drowning in his blood.

If he dies, I swear, everyone
in your chain of command

will know you kept us
from helping him.

♪

Hey.

- Hey, he has blunt force
trauma to the chest and head.

Uh, possible concussion.
Looks like his arm is broken.

We could tell right away he
needed to go to the hospital.

That's why we called.

- No pneumothorax.

- Portable suction.

- What's his name?
- Isaac.

- Okay, Isaac, I need you
to hang in there for me, okay?

We're gonna use this machine
to clear your airway.

[machine humming]
[blood gurgling]

♪

- [coughing]

- All right, got him.
- It's okay.

- [spits]

[stammering]
I--I'm sorry.

- [shushing]
It's okay, it's okay.

- I'll get the stretcher.
- Okay.

♪

- [moans]

♪

.

- It's a quick ride
to Chicago Med, Isaac.

- O-okay.

My mom used to work there.

- Oh, yeah?

- They have good apple pie
in the cafeteria.

- Oh, really?
I never knew that.

I'll have to try it out.

[stretcher clicks]

- I was so scared.

- It's okay, Isaac,
I'm right here.

- Tell them I'm sorry, okay?

I won't say nothing,
promise on my life.

I can't take this anymore.

- What--tell who?

What can't you say?

- Welles here will travel
with the inmate.

- Uh, that's okay, I think--
- Department protocol.

[tense music]

♪

[zipper whirrs]

♪

[door slams]

- The tools menu is where
you adjust admin privileges,

run general updates.

Not to be confused
with the utilities menu,

which lets you
review data logs,

adjust various
heuristic settings.

- Uh-huh.

- I just want to thank you

for keeping an open mind
about this beta test, Chief.

- Orders came through
from headquarters.

I'm just trying to accommodate.

- Great, so, uh,
let me walk you through

the troubleshooting
and, uh, data reboot process.

- Yes, please.

- Hey, Chief.
- Yeah?

- System troubleshooting.

- Excuse me.

- Looked over the names
you gave me last shift.

Nominees for that leadership
conference in Springfield.

- And?

- Well, some of the city's best
on here.

All solid smoke-eaters,

can't go wrong
with any of them.

- But no one stands out?

- Uh, CFD's full
of power hitters,

but natural born leaders?

Those are hard to find.
- Thank you.

- Yeah.

[computer bleeps]

- System diagnostics complete.

- Ah, hey!

Gallo, this is Joe Cruz.
- Hey, great to meet you.

Uh, huge opportunity

working next to the best
rescue squad in Chicago.

- [sighs]

This you?

- Yeah.

- Not this one.

You can pick
any other locker you want,

but this one is off limits.

[melancholy music]

♪

[door opens, closes]

- Belonged to Otis?

- Yeah.
- [sighs]

Damn, should have thought
to ask.

♪

- There are gonna be
some bumps, Gallo.

Look, my advice?

Always refill the coffee...
- [laughs]

- Never take Mouch's spot...

be responsible for your tools,

and don't take things
personally.

♪

- Copy that.

♪

- And that's pretty much
all there is to the IT.

It's amazing tech.

We license our patent
from a coal plant in PA,

and by our estimates,
the new exhaust filters

should cut emission leaks
by 70%.

- Sounds great.

Well, uh,
I'd better get back, so...

- You're not a fan
of all this, are you?

- Diesel exhaust
is what makes this place smell

like a firehouse.

- My dad was a firefighter
in San Jose.

- No kidding?
- It's true.

I, too, have a fondness
for the smell of diesel exhaust

in the morning.
[both chuckle]

- I wouldn't expect things
to be buddy-buddy over there

between inmates and guards,
but this is different.

Something was off.

The CO's behavior,
Isaac's response,

the way he just clammed up.

- We wouldn't hesitate
to report suspected abuse

to DCFS if it were
a parent-child relationship.

[pensive music]

♪

- We received this 20 minutes
after you left the facility.

♪

- "Eye witness accounts confirm

"patient's injuries
were sustained

from an unprovoked attack
by fellow inmates."

- That is the fastest report
I ever received back

from any city agency.

- They're on the defense.

- Look....

you have my support--
know that--

but if you implicate
County Correctional guards,

your case
has gotta be air tight.

Otherwise,
you're just painting a target

on that boy's back.

♪

.

- Hey, how much longer
do you have?

- Got one more load, why?

[dryer door closes]

- I pulled a home address
for Isaac.

I thought maybe we could
go for a ride,

reach out to his mother.

Let her know
what we think happened today.

- Are you sure that's smart?

Just--after what Boden said

about retribution?

- No one at County Corrections
needs to know.

That's between us
and the mother.

She has a right
to know what we suspect.

What she does with that
information is up to her.

- I'll meet you at the ambo
in five.

[cheerful muzak]

♪

- Software Management
to Accelerate Response Time

employs a data-centric model

that is revolutionizing
the fire service

for the 21st century
and beyond.

Using state-of-the-art
field tested equipment

designed and endorsed
by industry professionals...

- Am I interrupting something?

- Not in the slightest.

- Just wanted to drop off
some equipment requests.

Drill supplies to help Gallo
get some time in with the team.

- Casey asked for this?
- No.

I just figured
I had a good sense

of where we need work
fitting Gallo in,

and this will help

so that we're not stumbling
into each other on calls.

- So this was your idea?

- Yes--but I cleared it
with Casey.

- No, no, no, no, that's good.
It shows good initiative.

- Oh, thanks, Chief.

- Before you leave, um...

- Mm-hmm?

[folder slaps]

- Springfield training ground
next week--

the IAFF,
they are hosting an event

for future
fire service leaders,

and I would be very grateful

if you represented
our district.

[upbeat music]

- Me?
[stammers]

- If you're willing.

- I--I am, sure.

Uh, but S-Severide or Casey--

- They already have experience.

You...

you show great potential.

- [laughs]

- It would mean
a great deal to me.

- Of--of course, Chief, yeah.

- Yes?
- Yes.

- [laughs] Then I'll handle
all the details.

- Okay.
- [chuckles]

- All right.
- [chuckles]

- All right.

I just don't see
where I fit into all this.

- What do you mean?

- I don't have any leadership
experiences to share.

- Chief thinks you do.

- Yeah, but he's got a lot
on his mind.

I mean, maybe he didn't read it
all the way through.

Maybe he thinks that
because I'm a woman--

- No, no.

- Here, look:

there's a whole breakout group
on scuba rescues.

Kelly, I've never "scuba'd"
in my freaking life.

- [laughing]
- It's--stop.

Stop, it's not--it's not funny.

- Stella, breathe.

You're working yourself up.

No one cares
if you can dive or not.

- You don't know that.

I need to get back to work.

- [sighs]

[door latch clicks]

- Yes?

- Miss Davis, I'm Sylvie Brett,
this is Emily Foster.

We're paramedics with the CFD.

- This about Isaac?
- Yes.

He's--he's stable now,
but there was an incident.

- They called me.

- We have reason to believe

this might have been
an abuse situation.

Assault from one
of the officers.

- Okay.

Is that it, then?

[children laughing]

- Uh, if--if you wanted
to file a complaint or--

- No, no, I do not.
[baby shouting]

Rudy, get your sister
her chair!

- Miss Davis,

if your son is a victim
of abuse, you can--

- That boy knew
he wasn't going to summer camp

when they found that gun
on him.

I don't like it,
but better a whooping in there

than face down
in these streets.

I have three kids left
to bring up--

they're waiting for dinner--

so I don't know
what you want from me,

but I don't have it to give.

Isaac made his mistake.

He's on his own.

Excuse me.

[melancholy music]

- What are we supposed to do
with that?

[radio static crackles]

- Truck 81, Squad 3,
Ambo 61.

Accident, 3720 South Racine.

[sirens wailing]

- This is awesome.

- Just stay on my hip.

No freelancing.

You leave it to me
and the Chief

to make the life
or death calls, understood?

- 100%, Captain.

[sirens wailing]

[suspenseful music]

♪

- This way,
the WindyWheel just lost a car.

The thing fell right onto Carl.

- Severide, get this victim!

- Cruz, grab the spreaders!
- Copy that!

- We got out everyone we could,

but there's still a girl up
there that we couldn't reach.

- Mom, Dad!

Help, please!

♪

- Get some struts in place.

Mouch, position the aerial
so we can free the passenger.

- Copy that.
- Hang in there, Carl,

we got you.

- Come on, Mom, Dad!

Someone get me down!

[motor whirring]

♪

- Mouch, keep going!

[ladder clattering, creaking]

[metal rattling]

- I can't get any closer
than this,

ladder's fully extended.

- [screams]

[all gasp, scream]

.

- [gasps, screams]
- Mouch!

- This is the best
I can do, Casey!

We gotta move the truck!

- Kidd, move the truck
around the other side!

- Wait, wait, Captain,
leave it where it is.

I can get to her.

- You're not jumping off
that aerial.

- No, we can bridge the gap
with the roof ladder.

It's the fastest way.

[suspenseful music]

- Let's do it.

♪

Kidd, truck stays.

♪

♪

- Hey, it's gonna be okay,
all right?

♪

Look straight at me.

- [breathing heavily]

- Everything's gonna be okay.

Do you want to try
to come out on the ladder?

On the count of three,
all right?

One, two, three.

There you go.
- Be careful, sweetie!

- You're doing great.

♪

[metal clattering]

- [screaming]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

I got you.
Take your time!

[people screaming]

- All right.
Yeah, look at that.

You're okay.
You're okay.

Come on.
You got this, you got this.

Don't look down,
don't look down.

- Come on.

- Here you go, come around.

That's it, go slow.

I got you.

[cheers and applause]

- [grunts]
- One, two, three.

♪

- Here you go.
- Just like that.

♪

There you go.
[grunts]

- Mom, Dad!

♪

- Help the squad
stabilize that junk heap.

- You got it, Captain.

♪

[chuckles]

- So this guy goes scrambling
across that ladder

like it's nothing.

- Damn.

- Okay, I gotta hear:

what's your story, Gallo?

How'd you join the CFD?

- Well, um, when I was
around 12 years old,

the two-flat we were living in
near Midway caught fire.

I woke up to smoke
filling my bedroom

and got the bright idea
to hide in the closet,

like that was
gonna save my ass.

Anyway, next thing I know,

closet door flies open

and standing there is
the biggest guy I've ever seen,

so I was dead sure
it was the Incredible Hulk.

[all laugh]

He swoops me up,
carries me out,

and next thing I know,
I'm breathing in clean air

instead of smoke.

From then on,

I spent pretty much
every day after school

at Firehouse 131 with
big Chief Burkett and his crew.

Other kids were
messing around in the park,

running in the streets.

I was becoming
a junior firefighter.

I always...

I always knew this was where
I was meant to be.

- Eh, still...

you had to apply.

You had to hope
that your number came up

in the lottery.

Those are some stiff odds.
- Yeah, I know it.

But, uh, the big guy upstairs
must have kept an eye on me,

'cause you're looking at
the luckiest punk in Chicago,

[pensive music]

♪

- I know what you're gonna say.

You wanted Gallo
on a short leash,

but he had
a good situational--

- I'm not here to second-guess
your decision on that call...

but you do need to be careful

about encouraging
this young man's heroics.

I'm not sure
he fully appreciates

what the stakes are.

He needs to know
he's not living out

some comic book
fantasy life here.

This a dangerous job.

He's not bulletproof.

- Understood.

- April said
the county's putting pressure

on the hospital
to discharge Isaac

back to their custody.

- Ugh, the idea of him going
back to that place hurting.

His mom's not even
looking out for him.

That's the guy.

Uh, excuse me, Mr. Alonzo?

- Are you a process server?
- No, we're paramedics.

We got your name from a friend
at the 21st Police District.

She said you're the attorney
who represented Isaac Davis.

- I'd say yes,

but I barely remember
my caseload from last week.

- Isaac's being abused
physically

at the County Juvenile Center.

- And you have an eyewitness,
some video footage?

- No, that's not something--
- Cooperation from the victim?

- Isaac was scared to talk,
but he strongly indicates--

- Yeah, well, let me
clear my schedule, then.

I'm sorry,
but you have better odds

of proving the existence
of God Almighty

than proving
an excessive force claim

against a corrections officer.

You want to help your friend?

Drop cash in his commissary.

Good luck you to and Daniel.
- It's Isaac.

Sorry.

- Excuse me?

I'm sorry, did I hear you
mention Isaac Davis?

Young man serving a gun charge?

- Yeah, that's him.

Though it's hard to believe
the gun part after meeting him.

- Isaac's no gang-banger.
I'm a social worker.

I did some GED tutoring
with Isaac.

I heard he's in the hospital.
That true?

- Esophageal tear
and broken bones

from a physical assault.

- What would you say
if we told you

we thought a CO was responsible
for what happened?

Officer Houghton.

- Houghton has a rep.

Word is,
he singles out inmates.

Traumatized kids.

Smaller, unaffiliated.

Isaac, basically.

He uses them as an example
to control the others.

The problem is,
this is word of mouth, hearsay.

Nothing actual,
or I would have said something.

- Ryan, we gotta go.

- Right behind you.

Ryan Pace, by the way.
Social services.

- Uh, Sylvie Brett,
Emily Foster.

CFD paramedics, Firehouse 51.

- Sorry to meet and bail,
by the way.

What I can do--
I can ask around.

Get the scuttlebutt
from the kids inside

through back channels.

While I'm at it, I'll check
the facility records,

see if anything noteworthy
jumps out.

- That's something.

[indistinct chatter]

- Chief still all up
in your business about Gallo?

- He just needs a little time
to see what I see, that's all.

Where's Kidd?

- On a mission

to read every firefighter
manual in existence.

[door opens]

- Oh, my date just arrived.

[indistinct chatter]

- You asked out SMART girl?
- Mm-hmm.

[lively music playing
over speakers]

both: Hey.

[laughs]
This place is great.

Firefighter bar, love it.
- Yep.

Well, this is the real deal.

Can I, uh, get you a drink?
- [clicks tongue]

Uh, I don't suppose
they serve hard kombucha?

- I don't know what that is,
but I can ask.

- Uh, screw it.
When in Rome, right?

♪

- Help yourself.

[both laugh]

- I'm surround by a bunch
of cocky tech bros all day

bragging about
their keto diets,

so a grounded,
physical guy like you?

Catnip.

♪

[saucy music]

[keys jingle, clatter]
[door slams]

♪

- Is that the scar?
- "The scar"?

- Yeah, from when you took
that bullet.

The hostage crisis.
[both panting]

- How do you know about that?

- Um, the internet.

- Wait, wait, wait,
you Googled me?

- [laughs] You were an alderman
for a while.

You were married once.

I know everything
there is to know about you.

[shirt flutters]

- Huh.

♪

[elevator dings]

[inaudible chatter]

- Thanks.

Hey.

- I know you.

- Yeah, I'm Sylvie.

I was in the ambulance
with you.

I, uh, thought I would just
come and check up on you.

[monitor beeping]

Oof, fractured ulna.

See, and for me,
it was the radius.

I just got my cast off
a few weeks ago.

- How'd that happen?

- On a job.
Floor collapsed during a fire.

Took me with it.
- Wow.

- [laughs]

What about you?

- Stupid fight, that's all.

- Did you get any
of that famous apple pie?

- No, just pudding.

But, hey, I'm not complaining.

It's better than anything
I ever got at County.

- Well, still,
I'll get somebody

to grab you a slice
in the cafeteria tomorrow.

- Not sure I'll be here.

Heard I was getting bussed back
by then.

- Isaac...
[sighs]

Maybe if you told me something

about what's happening
at County,

maybe I can help you.

- You can't help.

You're gon' be there
when they slam the doors

and lock me away
in the Badlands?

No, nobody will be there
but me.

- "Badlands"?
What's that?

- Forget about it.

There's nothing you can do,
trust me.

[tense music]

- Try and get some rest, okay?

♪

- Can you maybe stay
a little longer?

I--I'll sleep better
if someone were here with me.

♪

- Yeah, of course.

[melancholy music]

♪

.

- How'd it go
with SMART girl?

Looked like you two
were hitting it off.

- Oh, we hit it off,
all right.

- Uh-oh.

- Yeah, may have rushed
into that one.

Couple red flags went up
and I blew right past them,

so now I'm thinking
I need to extricate myself.

Just not sure how.
- My advice?

When in doubt, do nothing.

These problems have a way
of solving themselves.

- Huh.

[alarm blaring]

- That's a fun sound.

- First shift says that
these bells have been going off

the past six hours.

- Did you try unplugging it
and then plugging it back in?

- It's the sensors.
- What does that even mean?

[door opens]

- Enough.

[blaring continues]

Casey.
- Yeah?

- That woman
from the tech company

who gave you the walk-through--

- Yeah, about her--
- Call her, get her over here.

- You got it, Chief.

- In the meantime,

I expect you all
to comport yourselves

like the professionals
I know you are,

because right now, I am...

[hisses through teeth]

[blaring continues]

- Everything okay?

You never called me back
last night, so...

- I'm just a little...

Look, I--I know you were trying
to help the other day,

and I shouldn't have
snapped at you.

[sighs]

This may be hard
for you to get, but...

I'm just not like you.

You know, I...
[sighs]

I didn't spend my whole life

being groomed for command.

I wasn't raised around
a bunch of men in white shirts

saying that they expected
great things from me

when I grew up.

I was one of two women

in my academy class,

and we were treated
like it was a gift

for us, you know,
just to be there.

♪

So, you know, um,
something like this--

like a--a nod from Boden...
[sighs]

Just not something that I--

that I gamed out before
in my head.

- That's called self-doubt,
which I know is foreign to you.

- [laughs, scoffs]
Sure.

- [laughs] What I'm saying is,
you're not alone.

I've dealt with plenty
of it myself.

♪

But...

you know who
I've never doubted?

Not once?

- Hmm?

- You.

♪

[laughs]

♪

- Hey.

- Bad news?

- Isaac's back at county.

Hey.
Ryan, right?

- That's right, uh--
- Did you find out anything?

- Well, I looked
into the incident report.

They generate these
when there's an altercation.

From the statement,
Isaac was attacked

by four boys,
all who were disciplined after.

Houghton wasn't there
when the fight occurred, so--

- Isaac said something about
getting sent to the "Badlands."

- That's the nickname
of another wing.

Bear with me
while I check something.

Here--here we go.
This makes sense now.

Isaac was transferred
to a new wing

the day before the attack.

- Why would that matter?

- When I was at Lakeshore,
we made it a point

to keep gang-related
gunshot patients

separated by neighborhood.

- That's exactly it.

Isaac was taken out
of the West Side wing,

where he'd been since day one,

and placed
in the South Side wing,

AKA, the Badlands.

Bet you a billion dollars

I know who signed
the transfer order.

- So Houghton engineered
an attack on Isaac.

[pensive music]

♪

- George Pineda, superintendent
of this facility.

- Hi.

- Thank you for meeting us
on short notice.

- Of course, we take
allegations very seriously.

Please.

I believe you already know
Officer Houghton.

- Uh, I thought
this meeting was confidential?

- I don't entertain accusations
against my officers

unless they're present
to defend themselves.

Officer Houghton is
a senior member of our staff.

Been with us close to a decade

and, uh, received
two commendations?

- Yes, sir, that's correct.

- Plus a handful
of misconduct allegations--

or did I read the file wrong?

- Unsubstantiated
and dismissed.

- It's my understanding

that this is about
a recent case.

Uh, Mr. Isaac Davis?

- Yes, we have reason
to believe Officer Houghton

engineered an attack
against Isaac.

- I see,
and what evidence do you have?

- We have records right here
that indicate--

[knocking on door]

- Mr. Davis, come on in.

We were just discussing
your allegation

against Officer Houghton.

[tense music]

- No, sir,
I didn't make an allegation.

- Can you speak up?

- Sir, I said I didn't
make no allegation, sir.

That's--that's not me.

- I'm sorry,
I'm--I'm just puzzled here,

because it seems
that the victim

of this supposed abuse
isn't even making a claim.

Is that correct, son?

- You--you don't need
to answer that, Isaac.

- What kind of person are you?

Trying to railroad
a 15 year old child.

- I see,
you're emotionally invested.

- No, Isaac has been
in the infirmary eight times

in four months.

I have read
each of these reports.

[folder slaps]

They're excruciating.

You two are supposed
to keep him safe.

Now, I can't prove your intent,
but for whatever reason,

you are knowingly placing him
at risk.

It's all there on paper.

♪

- Well, admirable.

This city's very lucky
to have someone

with your diligence
under its employ.

However, given that I don't see

any evidence of misconduct,

I'm afraid I'm going to have
to dismiss this allegation.

Officer Houghton,
thank you for your time.

- Isaac.

Isaac, if you speak up
about what's going on,

I swear,
we will stand with you.

Isaac, Isaac!

- No, I'm not gonna let you!
No!

- Hey--
- You can't do this to me!

- Hey, hey!
- Stop this!

- Get him out of here!

- Get off me!
- Come on, get out!

- Tell them what you said
you'd do to me!

- Get out!
- Come on, come on!

- He's hurting him!
- Stop!

- Tell them what you said
you'll do to me if I snitched!

.

- You're hurting him!
- Get off me, man!

- Hey, hey.
Whoa, whoa.

- Guys, tell them!
Tell them what he does!

Tell them how he transfers us
to beat on each other!

- Let's go.

- Isaac!
- Move.

- Hey.
- Hands off.

- He stole money
my mom gave me!

- He told lies about me!

Said I was a snitch
so I'd get beat on.

- Tell them
about the Badlands, Houghton!

[overlapping shouting]

- You have two paramedics
who will testify

in front of every alderman
in this city

about what's going on here.

- If anything else happens
to Isaac, we'll make sure

you go to prison
for the rest of your life.

Try us if you don't think
we'll make that happen.

[tense music]

♪

- No, I pressed that already.

Look, just tell me:

is there a button
to turn it off?

[alarm blaring]

Casey.

- Yeah?
- Did you call what's-her-name?

Um, Jessa?
Whatever her name is.

- Yes.
- And?

- Well, I--I texted her, but--

[buzzing, blaring]

- Please help me.
I cannot take this noise.

[blaring continues]

- You almost don't hear it
after a while.

- [hollers furiously]

[alarm stops]

[lighthearted music]

- [clapping]

♪

[applause]

♪

- [stammering]
Jessa, I--we had--

- Lose my number.

♪

- Chief.

- Burgess.

♪

- See?

Resolved itself.

[both laugh]

- I gotta hand it to you,
those County guys are no joke.

Takes some serious grit

to go up against them
in their own house.

- What's the fallout?

- County Corrections
placed Officer Houghton

on administrative leave
pending a full investigation,

and we're working alongside
Office of Professional Review

to take a look at misconduct
throughout the facility.

Word is,
there's a good amount of it,

but you've got inmates
and parents talking now

thanks to you two.

- What about Isaac?

- Transferred
to another facility

hand-picked by your friend
in social services.

It's the best shot he has
at a fresh start.

- I can't tell you
how good it is to hear that.

- Well, I promise you,

I won't let this be
an administrative fallout.

I'm personally on it,
both barrels.

I hate that place.
Glad to take it down.

- Thank you.

- And Sylvie?

Welcome back.

- Thank you, Chief.

- [chuckles]

[both laugh]

[hopeful music]

[train wheels clattering]
[train horn honks]

[door slams]

- Hello?

- Over here!

- Okay.

I was 100% sure you would
text me the wrong address.

[laughs]

This is your surprise date?

- Gonna teach you
some scuba basics.

You won't become an expert,

but you won't have to say
you've never done it before.

- Kelly, you didn't have to--
- I know.

Try this on.

♪

- You know,
now that you mention it,

this actually would be
a pretty good look on me.

♪

Did you want to come help me
try it on?

[clicks tongue]
Yes, no?

[laughs]

[soulful rock music
playing over speakers]

- Who's Boden with?

- Ah, chief from West Lawn.

Old friends.

♪

- So no word from Isaac's mom?

- I'm not giving up.

Trauma this deep
is hard to come back from,

but I've seen some
families do it.

- Well, they're lucky
to have you on their side.

♪

- Listen, I was thinking...

♪

Isaac's gonna need some support
settling into his new digs.

Think you'd wanna come with me
to visit?

- Yeah, yeah,
I'd really like that.

- Hey, here he is!
The new guy!

Come on, pull up a chair.
- Hey, glad you made it.

- Hey, you guys.
- What can I get you?

- Uh, anything on tap is good.

- First one's on the house.

[laughter]

- [chuckles]

Looks like he's fitting in
pretty well with your people.

- Oh, yeah.

Nobody gives a warmer welcome.

- Thanks for agreeing to meet.

I hope I'm not coming across
as overly protective,

I just...

just have a soft spot
for that kid.

- We're looking after him.

Mostly trying to save him
from himself.

- [chuckles]
That is the challenge.

[both laugh]
- Yeah.

- It's just nice to see
a happy ending to that story.

- Why?
What do you mean?

- Really?

We pulled that kid out
of a rolling house fire

when he was 12 years old.

He lost everyone.

Mom, dad, little sister.

[somber music]

Then he started coming around
to our station

all the time after that.

[no audible dialogue]

Looking for a new family,
I guess.

♪

Maybe he finally found one.

♪

I'd better go say hi.

Thanks.

- Yeah.

[all laughing]
- Hey.

- Hey!
- [laughing]

♪

[wolf howls]