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The thing we swore
would never happen
happened.

Our relationship got
in the way of the job

and the job in the way
of the relationship.

Gabby...

We need some space
from each other.

So you're leaving?

(SOBBING)

(CRYING)

He's off the machine?
And breathing normally.

Is that my
beautiful grandson?

Dad?

Get back!

This looks like
the stockpile of
an arsonist.

Hey, guys?

BODEN SR.: Fold and tuck.

Fold and tuck.

Tight as a drum.

So the boy feels safe.

Just like in his
mommy's belly. Yes.

That's what I told Wallace.
Wrap him tight,
like a little baby burrito.

Okay, okay.

Some men were born to think.

Others to lift heavy things.

But you, Terrance Boden,
were born to be loved.

Preciously and infinitely.

Thank you.
There you go.

Yes. Yes, sweet-face.

How long you staying, Pop?

Depends.

Depends on what?

Things.

Hey, guys.
Atwater.

What's up?
What have we got?

We got chlorine powder,
bags of cat litter,
brake fluid, vegetable oil...

All in bulk.

Yeah, homie definitely had
peculiar taste when he hit
the Sam's Club.

These are accelerants every
arsonist knows about.

At least the slick ones.

Then there's these.

SEVERIDE:
All about Shay's death.

What can you tell us
about the person who
leased this unit?

Paid cash.

Two years in advance.

I pulled the paperwork.

Yeah.
Man or woman?
Man.

Remember what
he looked like?

I don't weigh 'em
and measure 'em,
I just take the money.

Uh, we'll check that
paperwork in your office
when we get time.

Will you just
give us a minute?
Mmm.

Thanks, sir.

(ATWATER SIGHS)

Thing is, it's not
exactly a crime scene.

It's gonna be real hard
to pull forensics in on this.

We know it's a long shot
and arson's almost
impossible to prove,

but even if it
just rules it out,
we'd sleep better.

Can't make any promises,
but I'll see what I can do.

I know it means
a lot to y'all.

Yeah, thank you.
Thank you.

The items discovered at that
storage unit are unsettling
to us all here at 51.

As of now, there is no
indication of foul play.

But rest assured,
the matter will
be looked into.

In the meanwhile,
our job remains the same,

that is to safeguard
the people of Chicago.

So you keep your heads down
and you handle your business.

Brett, Mills. My office.

Come on in.
Take a seat.

After everything you went
through with Lullo's people,

I want you to know you
have my full blessing

if you want to
take some time off.

Thank you, Chief.
But, uh, personally, I'm fine.

I'd rather be here.
At work.

In that case, I would like
to ask you both to consider
to see someone.

Processing a trauma
like that takes time.

We have a lot of good
people who can help.

I think that that
would be really good.

For me anyway.

I'll make the call.
Peter?

I'm straight.

Hmm.

Okay, then.

You change your mind
you let me know.

Will do.

That's all.

MOUCH:
What do we have here?

Wicker Park Wolverines?

HERRMANN: Yeah. It's got
a certain ring to it,
doesn't it?

My boy, Luke, he's playing
the game of champions.
Yeah.

I thought you were banned
from the League, Herrmann?

Yeah, kids hockey
brings out the worst in you.

Some sort of trophy fiasco
if I'm not mistaken?

HERRMANN: That was
an isolated incident.

Besides, I was
completely in the right.

Anyway, my two year
suspension is over,
and I'm back in action.

So show some respect for the
finest head coach of Pee Wee
hockey in Chicago, will ya?

(ALARM BUZZING)

DISPATCHER OVER PA:
Truck 81, Squad 3,
Ambulance 61.

Two car accident.
West 17th and Halsted.

(SIREN WAILING)

(HORN BLARING)

Stalled train's
got Boden trapped in.

I'll run point
till he gets here.

Yeah.
Copy that.

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

Help me! Please!

I'm Lieutenant Casey
with the Fire Department.

We're going to
get you out, okay?

I can't feel my legs!

Help me, please!

Hey, just give us
a minute, okay, ma'am?

Sev?
Yeah?

It's Chaplain Orlovsky.

He's bleeding out.

Hey, guys, separate
the two vehicles.

We'll pull them both
out at the same time,
all right?

Tony, stay ready
on that winch.
TONY: Got it.

WOMAN: God, help me.
Please!

(SIRENS WAILING)
Wait. Wait. Hold.

We move this car first,
she could be paralyzed,
or worse.

The longer he's pinned in,
the more blood...

I know.

Your call.

(GASPING)

WOMAN: God, help me, please!

Herrmann, Dawson,
get the jaws.

WOMAN: Help me!

Lieutenant, with all due
respect, it's the Chaplain.

We're getting her out first.

WOMAN: Please!

You heard him, candidate.
Move it.

Capp, Tony, we're gonna
cut the roof posts off

so we can get the Chap
out as soon as this
car's out of the way.

Yeah.

All right, Chap.
How's it going?

Mills, status?

Yeah, I got a pulse.
But it's weak.

He's lost a lot of blood
from this head wound.

Help me, please!
Please help me!

All right.
Hang in there, lady.
We're getting you out.

I'm gonna get you
out of here, okay?

All right, guys,
we're good to go.

(WHIRRING)

(GLASS BREAKING)

(METAL CREAKING)

CASEY: Backboard.

(STRUGGLING)

Easy, easy.

Careful with
her head.

Go, go.

Hey, Lieutenant.

Good luck.

Thanks.

All right, go ahead!

(ENGINE REVS)

SEVERIDE: Okay, that's enough.

(WHIRRING)

(METAL BREAKING)

CASEY:
Get him on the backboard.

Easy.

(PANTING)

CASEY: Go! Go!

And it's not until the pot's
up to, like, a hundred dollars

that the Chaplain reveals
his true colors.

Come to find out the guy's
like the Billy the Kid of
Five-Card Stud.

Get out of here.

Yeah.
Our Chaplain?
Orlovsky?

On my mother's grave.
Total shark.

Ask Mouch.

Ambush predator.

If he wasn't a man of the
cloth, I'd have accused him
of cheating.

This is right after Mickey
Drobitch died in that scuba
incident. God rest his soul.

The Chaplain, he never
said anything about it.

Just him being here,

playing cards with all of us,
it shined a light.

Helped a lot of firefighters
through some dark times.

Hey. How is he?

He's still touch-and-go.

Has multiple
internal injuries.

Still hasn't regained
consciousness.

CASEY: Okay.

Um, the extra time
he spent pinned in,

how much worse
did that make it?

Chaplain's a junkyard dog.
He's gonna be just fine.

Hey, you two, tomorrow night.

Molly's. Seven PM.
Pee Wee hockey draft.
Be there.

Whoa, whoa.
Draft, what?

Whoa, Herrmann, come on.
Be reasonable.

Games is one thing.

And we'll make practices.

Most of 'em, anyway.

But the draft?

Yeah, man, you gotta
admit that's a little
above and beyond.

One of the terms of
my reinstatement is

I have to be accompanied
by two adults to all league
functions.

Half price drinks at
Molly's for two weeks.

One.
Done.

What did he do to
get banned, anyway?

Hey.
Hey.

Matt, uh, sorry,
I mean, Lieutenant.

Just, uh,
checking in on you.

I can still do that, right?

I've got to finish up
this incident report.

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

All souls weigh the same.

What?

One life isn't worth
any more than the other.

That's what the Chaplain
told me after Shay died.

Hey.
Can I borrow Dawson?

We'll keep our radios on.

Yeah.

It cost me a bottle of
12-year-old Scotch,
the good stuff,

but I talked the landlady into
letting us into the building
at West Walnut.

Where Shay died?

Yeah. I mean, given what
we found at the storage unit,
I just, I figured...

It wasn't arson, Kelly.

It was, it was squatters
cooking over an open flame.

You saw the fire with
your own eyes, didn't you?

Yeah. I...

So why go back?

Look, I get it, okay?

If you're not ready
for that, just say it.

Okay. I'm coming.

(SNIFFLING)

This is where we were.

(SNIFFLING)

I just wanted her to know that
she could do it without me.

That's why I changed places...

It's okay, Dawson.

I never wanted
to come back here.

Well, if we don't turn over
every stone, who will?

Right?

Come on, let's go upstairs.

DONNA: Hey.
ALL: Hey.

Detective Boden.

Hey.
Hey.

How are ya?

Look at the
little Chief.

Ah! He's even got the
old man's furrowed brow.
DONNA: Yeah, he does.

HERRMANN: Wow.

Bet he's got a better
disposition, huh?

DONNA: Oh, come on!
Hey, hey, hey.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Hey.

Hey, Donna.
Hey.

Hey, Pop.
Give me the baby.
Okay.

(LAUGHS) Come on.

Detective Boden!

(LAUGHING)
So great to see you.

This gentleman right here is
who I dedicate my illustrious
career with the CFD to.

"Illustrious?"

Let me show you something
that will make your
heart stop.

Bam.

Oh!
Come on.

Taken the day I graduated
from the Academy.

This man believed in me
from the jump.

Am I wrong, Detective?

Randall, you have exceeded
my wildest dreams and
my expectations.

Times change, maybe,
but Randall McHolland,
he stays the same.

Yes, he does.

Right here?
Okay.

You're feeding the
baby too much, Donna.

Thanks.

That's why he
keeps spitting up.

I'll ask the
doctor about it.

And your
burping technique.

Well, now,
that's something
we can work on.

Any chance of you joining us
for the well-baby check?

I would love to,
Donna, but you know...

Hey, don't worry, son.

I'll be there.

Thanks, Pop.

Ah.
He's spitting up again.

Shoot.

You see the burn pattern?

The V-shape?
Yeah.

That's where the fire
ignited the blast, right?

But they didn't find
any signs of arson.

No accelerants. Nothing.
Right.

But this is where I
saw the squatters' fire.

What are you saying?

If this is where the fire
started, the burn pattern
should be here.

Not over there.

Are you sure
that's where it was?

Yeah.
A hundred percent.

This is my landmark.
This pole.

That's worth
running by Arson.

You know anybody?

Yeah. I do.

Wanted to see me,
Lieutenant?

Yeah, Chicago Med called.

They're having trouble
tracking down a next of kin
for Chaplain Orlovsky.

I see.
Yeah.

You know him
pretty well, right?

Any ideas?

Yeah. I met his
mother one time.

I'll sniff around,
see what I can find out.

All right. Thanks.

They say if he's
going to make it?

Uh,

he's still unconscious.

Could go either way.

For what it's worth,

doing anything different
could've put 'em both
in the grave.

You made the right call,
Lieutenant.

All you can do is
play it like it comes.

Appreciate that, Herrmann.

I'll let you know
what I find out.
(ALARM BUZZING)

DISPATCHER OVER PA:
Ambulance 61, adult female
with head injuries,

3331 West 17th.

Did someone call
for a paramedic?

(KNOCKING)

Fire department.
Open up.

Ma'am, is everything okay?

I'm fine.
Sorry to trouble you.

Looks worse than it is.

I'm a bleeder.

We're happy to take a look.

Um, my neighbor
must've heard me yell.

I was coming down the
stairs and I tripped.
I'm fine. Really.

Ma'am, you sure
that you're okay?

You heard her.

Look,
we get in there,
you set her aside.

I'm gonna square off
with that husband.

If she gives any
acknowledgment of being beat,

anything at all,
we call the cops in,
okay?

Got it.
All right.

Ma'am.
We need you to open up.

Look, ma'am,
you can decline treatment,

but we're not gonna
leave until you sign
a refusal.

Have a seat, ma'am.
I'll take a look at you.

I'm fine, really.

Did you see
what happened?

Nothing, huh?

Nope.

There something
I need to sign or...

You can talk
to me, okay?

This bruise on the
side of your face,
is that a slap mark?

What? No.

If he hurt you,
we can get you out
of here. I promise.

Hey, can I help you
with something?

This is my place.

And that's my wife
and she said she's fine.

Well, she doesn't look fine.

I don't want
treatment, okay?

Sign here.

Hey.

Uh, I'm not trying to
get in your business.

Just checking
on my partner.

I'm fine.

That domestic,
it just got under
my skin, that's all.

I made an appointment
with Boden's guy.

The counselor?
Yeah?

We could go together.

I mean, if you want.

Thanks anyway.

WOMAN:
I'm not saying there's
not something there.

But Arson reached the same
conclusion you did the
day of the accident.

Squatters cooking on an open
flame caused a hundred gallon
propane tank to explode.

Neither Arson nor anyone
else knew the burn patterns

were in a different place
from where I saw the fire.

I didn't even know it
myself until we went back.

I hear you, Kelly.

And it, it's interesting,
but inconclusive.

Look, Leslie Shay wasn't just
some victim in this fire.

And she wasn't just a
paramedic on 61.

She was my partner.

For five and a half years.
And his best friend.

So if there's even the
slightest bit of maybe,

we will walk through hell
to find out for sure.

The investigator in charge
of the case is by the book.

To be frank,
he's a bit of a dick.

All he shared with
me was the summary.

No guarantees, all right?

But let me see if I can
pull the file so you can
take a look.

Thank you.

(SLAMMING)

Used to take his mom
to hear his sermons
on Sundays.

Then they'd go for blintzes
at the Golden Apple.

Good egg, Mrs. Orlovsky.

You got a number for her?

She passed about
six months ago.

(SIGHS)

Been trying to paint this
place for years, but the
Chaplain won't let me.

Says he doesn't want
me wasting the money.

Any idea where he keeps
his address book?

Maybe I can find a number
for another relative.

Nah, but you're welcome
to poke around.

He's in pretty
rough shape, huh?

Critical condition.

Hope he pulls through.

Yeah. Me too.

Ain't that the way life is?

How's that?

Chaplain's always taking
care of everybody else.

But never had anybody
to look out for him.

We'd like to welcome
each and every one of you
to this year's Pee Wee

Single A Hockey Draft.

(CHEERING)

Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Pardon me, Commissioner.
Listen.

I just want to remind everyone
that we're here for the kids.

So, let's have a fun and
respectful evening and we'll
have a terrific season,

all right?

Whoo!
Welcome back, Mad Dog!

Right there!

(CHEERING)

Be right back.

Hey.
(INAUDIBLE)

Now, to ensure parity
in League play,

each of your kids has been
ranked on the scale
from one to five.

Each team will have no more
than three players for
any given category...

Check it out.
Reason Herrmann
got banned...

Oh.
I'm dying to hear this.

Championship game
two years ago.
Ten seconds left, right?

Herrmann's older kid,
Lee Henry,
gets a breakaway.

Out of nowhere, kid from
the other team trips him
from behind.

Mmm.
The other coach distracted
the ref so he never saw it.

Oh.
Herrmann must've
been so steamed.

He broke into the
Commissioner's car, stole all
the first-place trophies and

gave it to his kids instead.

(LAUGHING)

He left one behind,
though, except he tried

to cross out the word
"Champions" and wrote
in "Cheaters."

(LAUGHING)

Now, in the threes,
we've got Magonia,
Lauritzen and Herrmann.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
A three?
You're giving my kid a three?

What'd your kid get?
Five, but...

Yeah, five, right.
You know what?
Your kid...

Oh, this is all on you.
I got to bounce.
Hey.

You know what? If you run
this league like you run
your business...

You know what, your kid
couldn't play hockey on
a basketball court.

Uh... Happy Hour at Molly's!
Two for one drinks for
every dad in Pee Wees, huh?

(CHEERING)

(GRUNTS)

So, what do you guys think?

What is it?

It's my dad's old
footlocker from the Navy.

Sylvie mentioned you guys
needed a coffee table.

I thought this
would be perfect.

It's great.

Right?

Beer, anyone?

Ah, yes, please.

Herrmann wore me out.

DAWSON:
Oh, he will do that to you.

Uh, I don't think
I have any, actually.

Oh, yes, you do.

Oh.

Ah.
The perks of
having a roommate.

A-ha.

BRETT: When my brother
turned three, my parents
made us share a room.

I remember he came
running in and yelled,
"Sylvie, we're mermaids!"

(LAUGHING)

He meant to say roomies.

That's adorable.

Yes, it was.

CRUZ: Left something
in the truck. Be right back.

(DOOR SHUTS)
So, uh, he's certainly
enthusiastic, huh?

In ways you
can't even imagine.

(GULPS) For real?

Yep. Yeah.

Wow.
Good for you.

What about you?

How you holding up?

I'm just, uh, just trying to
keep the Chaplain off my mind,
you know.

You two were close, huh?

He was there for me
when I needed him.

I'm glad you're here.

Yeah, me, too.

Mermaids.
Mermaids.

(LAUGHING)

(EXHALES)

(BABY CRIES SOFTLY)

(EXHALES) God, um...

There's something...
Okay, um...

(MUTTERING)

You're sure he's not gonna
roll off the table?

He's eight days old.

Sure.
Like this, right?

(BABY CRIES)

You just gotta
get up in there.

Don't rush me.
I'm not rushing you.

So it's like this...
Mmm-hmm.

(SPUTTERS)

Yeah.
We got this. Yeah.

And there is your son.

Oh.
He's hungry.

Oh, hungry?
Yeah.

You know what?

If one more person tells
me that my baby is either
hungry or full, I swear...

Okay, I'm sorry.

No. No. You have to talk
to him tonight, Wallace.

I know. I am. I will.

You know, God love him,
but your father is just

driving me around
the bend right now.

Donna, Donna,
I will handle it.

Okay.

You got a beautiful
life here, son.

Pop, we gotta talk.

I'm Stage Four.

What?

Oncologist gave me about
four months to live...

Hey!

Oh, don't get up.

Sorry I kept you.
Took longer than I thought.

Oh, no, I'm just grateful
you could take the time.

Uh, you got
decaf green tea?

Sure.

So the investigator
assigned to the case,
this guy Bill Jensen,

stonewalled me when
I asked for the file.

Okay.

But one good thing about
the antiquated interoffice
mail system

is that you can get
access to any file.

It took me a while to snap
pics of every document.

But in the end,
I got it done.

How can I thank you?

Oh.

Thanks.

My first year on the job,
I had this field training
officer,

Graham Tracey.

He taught me the ropes,
blocked for me.

Just an amazing
human being.

One night we get called
to a structure fire on
South Racine.

He makes this incredible save,

pulls out an eight-year-old
kid right before the roof
came down.

He was making one last
trip up the ladder
when his foot slipped.

Thirty-five foot drop.

Died on impact.

I'm sorry.

I know what it's like
to lose a fellow firefighter.

Do whatever you got to do.

(KNOCKING)

What's up?

Uh, I just got off the
phone with Chief Hatcher.

Apparently, CFD approved
the alderman's request

for a dedication ceremony
in Shay's honor.

That's great, right?
Yeah.

It's gonna be, um,
next Thursday here at 51.

Kelly, I was hoping
that either you or Dawson
would say a few words.

Yeah, of course.

In light of the storage unit
fire, I understand if it's
not a good time.

It's never not a good time.

Then, uh, then that's all.

Thanks, Chief.

Chief, everything okay?

It's my father.

He's not doing well.

Sounds serious.

It is.

If there's
anything we can do, I...

I just need two minutes
to myself right now.

Absolutely.

(EXHALES)

Atwater, what's up?

What's up, man? I was in
the area, figured I'd tell
you what I got in person.

All right.

So, uh, the storage unit,
leased out to this guy
named John Johnson.

Previous address he listed
was 1956 Elvis Lane.
Graceland, Tennessee.

I found no car registered
under his name.

And the date of birth
he listed on the credit
check was bogus.

Guy's a ghost, man.

I appreciate you
looking into it.

Man, I'm sorry, bro.

I mean, if it was classified
as a crime scene there'd be
more I could do, but...

No, I get it.
Thanks for coming by.

Yeah. Take it easy.

There it is again.
Second mention.

Shredded newspaper.
So what?

They call it a "trailer."

Wait, yeah, I think I learned
about this at the Academy.

It's a...
It's a way to
spread fire from

wherever it starts to
other flammable materials
already there, right?

Like plastic, or trash,
or whatever.

Yeah. That way it
doesn't look like arson.

DAWSON: Might explain
why the burn patterns
were in a different spot

than when you saw
the squatters' fire.

Possibly.

I guess we're going back.

BRETT: Traumatic amputation.

His heart rate's in
the 130's and he is
high as a kite...

My fingers, where my
damn fingers at, lady?

You lost 'em, I am gonna
get litigious on your ass!

Here are your fingers.

WOMAN: Trauma three.
Have a surgeon on standby.

Better not be nobody
else's fingers in that bag.

Can't fool me.

I've seen the way you
do people around here.

MAN: I'm watching you.
All of you. Like a hawk.

All right, I got to know.

Guy's sitting on the
floor with garden shears
when we get there.

Only one left is his pinky.

Says, "She loves me,
bitch loves me not."

Cuts the sucker right off.

How romantic.
Ah.

(CHUCKLES)
Right.

MAN: Pupils are unequal.
Possible basal skull fracture.

She's posturing.
WOMAN: Get her into two.

That's the woman
from the domestic.

Uh, pretty sure.

Hey. 3331 West 17th?
Yeah, how'd you guess?

Was her husband there?

They're married?

He didn't seem
real broken up about it.

(SIGHS)

Just wait right here.
I'll be right back.

What are you going to do?

I just forgot the portable
oxygen tank in there.

Be right back.
I'm gonna grab it.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(KNOCKING)

MAN:
What's your problem?

You get your worthless ass
out of my house right now

or I'll have the
cops here so fast it'll...

Come on.

(GRUNTS)
You like hitting women?

All right, all right,
all right!

You ever hurt her again,
and I'll come back here
and kill you.

You hear me?
Mmm-hmm.

Can I talk to you?
Yeah, sure.

Portable oxygen tank's
right here.
Yeah, it is.

Been here all day.

It was an honest mistake.

Really?
Yes.

You want to BS the
paperwork, that's one thing.

But don't lie to
your partner. Ever.

And if this is some
kind of PTSD rage thing
over what happened with Lullo,

then go see somebody,
like Boden said.

Because these things
get worse.

You done?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hey.
Sorry.

Hello?
Hey, Kendra.
How is he?

Chicago Med?

I see.
I appreciate the call.

Chaplain Orlovsky regained
consciousness this morning.

Odds are he's gonna
make a full recovery.

Thank God.
That's so great.

Phew.

I hear that right,
Lieutenant?

Chaplain's gonna
pull through?

Yeah, he is.

What'd I tell you?
Junkyard dog.

Give him my love
when you see him.

All Right.
I'm heading there right now.

Oh, hang on a sec,
if that's the case.

I ordered extra hoping
this moment would come.

You tell Padre that when
he's back on his feet again,
the Wicker Park Wolverines

could use an assistant coach
who actually knows
something about hockey.

Oh!
Hey.

Now, Cruz may not
know anything about
hockey, but me...

But do you guys have any idea
who Chaplain Orlovsky
actually grew up playing with?

No, who?

Hey, today is the
first practice, right?

Yeah.
Well, it's not
exactly a practice.

It's more of a...
What do you call it?
A team building summit.

Got an idea for you.

Hey.
Lieutenant Casey.

Ah, Matt's fine.

Matt, good to see you.

Good to see you,
too, Chaplain.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Everyone from 51
sends their best.

And Gabriela Dawson
sends her love.

Ah. How's she doing?

She's gonna make
a great firefighter.

Yeah,
I figured she would.

Yeah, me too.

Well, I was so relieved
to hear that the driver
of the other car was okay.

Uh, young woman.
Evelyn, right?

Yeah, that's right.

God must have been
looking out for both of us

to have you be the one
to respond to the call.

Oh, and, uh, this is
from Christopher Herrmann.

Something about
being an assistant coach.

Coach?

Tell him I accept
the challenge.

I will.

You take care
of yourself.

You, too.
All right.

Oh, and, uh, I heard
that you and Bobby Hull
came up together,

and you turned down an
offer from the Blackhawks
to become ordained.

Herrmann tell you that?

Yeah. Is it true?

This is the year,
my small friends,

that the Wicker Park
Wolverines

are going to barnstorm their
way into the history books.

Who's with me?
ALL: Me!

This team, us, we are
coming home with the Pee Wee

Ten-and-Under Chicago
Championship Cup!

Or we're going to leave
some blood on the ice trying!

Now I said it,
who's with me?
ALL: Me!

The road to glory,
the path to victory
is paved with two things,

sacrifice and teamwork.

And that is what
we're doing here today!

Now, who's with me?

ALL: Me!

All right, come on up,
get up here, and get
some paintbrushes!

Get on those walls!

Everybody!

Wolverines! Wolverines!
Wolverines! Wolverines!

(ALL CHEERING)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(CHUCKLING)

There you go.

Hey.
Hey.

How you doing there, Pop?

I'm doing just great, son.

How is he?

Oh, he is perfect.

Yeah. Dad,

thanks for being here.

I just wanted to give
Donna a little break.

I'm not quite sure
if I succeeded in that.

The trailer would have carried
the flames from over there

to the propane
tanks right here.

It's just hard to
tell what's what.

Everything's
so badly burned.

Well, forget about looking
for shredded newspaper.

Okay, so what are
we looking for?

I don't know.
Something else.

Dawson! Come here.

DAWSON: What is it?

You see this?

See that staple?

Matchbook?

Yeah. Bailing wire would
have been used to hold a
cigarette in place.

Which would then burn
down slowly until it
lit all the matches.

Like a slow burning fuse.

Yeah.

Oh, my God.
You were right.

This was arson.

Which would mean
that Shay was murdered.

And whoever did it
is still out there.

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