All language subtitles for Chicago.Fire.S13E19

- Lieutenant Kidd?
- Yeah.

Do we know each other?
- I'm Natalie.

When I was still at 27,

our unit rescued a family
and a four-year-old girl

from a house fire.

The four-year-old
girl was Natalie.

What?

Why wouldn't she tell me that?

I'm writing a letter to Sam.

Violet, what happened with
Carver these last few months

is not your fault.

I probably won't
finish it, anyway,

but I just wanted him to know
that I'm thinking about him.

There was evidence
of lung breakdown

in my X-ray.

I know guys who never
came back from this.

I know guys who did.

Look, whatever happens, we'll...

we'll figure it out...

together.

Got you a fat stack
from Lou Mitchell's.

Oh, that's what
I'm talking about.

What's the latest?

Still running tests,

just waiting to see if my lungs
will heal up on their own.

- And the shoulder?
- Nothing torn, just a sprain.

Good. That's, uh, what?
Couple weeks, tops.

Yeah, but...

what if there's permanent
damage to my lungs?

Eh, don't even go there.

Just focus on resting
up, coming back strong.

All right, you
need anything else?

What, that's it?

Talk about a drive-by.

Hey, I got to get in early.

Stella's out.
Pascal is in a mood.

When is he not?

I'll check back in with you
tomorrow morning after shift.

You know, you don't
have to keep coming by.

I can just text you updates.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hey, Vi. Wait up.

Sam. Oh.

How are you?

Good, considering.

Uh, wow.

Yeah, was that a
stupid question?

No, no, it wasn't.

I'm... I'm actually good.

It's nice not coming
in to work hungover.

Well, hey, if that was
you at half a tank,

they better get
some medals ready.

I mean, who knows?
- Yeah.

You got a sec, Chief?

Sure. Come on in.

It's regarding that
leadership course

Kidd is taking up in Maryland
at the National Fire Academy.

What about it?

Well, before she left, I
got a look at her syllabus,

which seems pretty intense.

- It is.
- Right.

Well, the list of guest speakers

was impressive...
that's for sure.

Anyway, she mentioned you need
a chief to put you up for it.

That's correct.

So I was thinking,

while I'm waiting for the
lieutenant spot on Engine

to open up here, I might as
well cram as much knowledge

into my brain as
humanly possible.

Any chance you might
nominate me for the course?

I'll think about it.

OK.

Great. Thanks, Chief.

I guess they only do
it once a quarter.

So...

yeah, I look forward
to your thoughts.

Looks like someone's got
fun plans after shift.

Ugh, I wish.

I just don't want to
leave all this in my car.

I'm, uh... I'm sort of
between living situations

at the moment.

What happened to your apartment?

Extortion.

My landlord doubled
the rent overnight.

But you know what?
I say good riddance.

Oh, I thought you
loved that place.

What I loved was the price.

What I don't love is the
L screaming past my window

every five minutes.

Let's see Fred
find another tenant

willing to put up with that.

Honestly, I have always
wanted to live by the L.

OK, whose side are you on here?

Yeah. No, you're right.

Um, do you have a place
to stay in the meantime?

Honestly, I was just going
to shower and sleep here

until I found something.

Novak, no, absolutely not.

You can stay with me
until you find a place.

- Really?
- Yeah.

That would be amazing.

I mean, I just... it
wouldn't be for long.

I just got to find something
at the right price.

Well, it might help
to get a roommate.

Yeah, I thought that,
but no one's looking...

unless you know someone.

Actually, yeah. No, I might.

Ambo 61, person injured,
401 West 56th Street.

Hurry! He's dying in here!

He left him like
this, just ran out.

- Who did?
- The guy here before you...

another paramedic.
- What other paramedic?

Try to stay still, sir.
We're not going anywhere.

All right?

Why would someone crike
him and then leave

without giving him any air?

Because they put it in too high.

It's above his Adam's apple,

so the tube couldn't
advance down his trachea.

Oh, yeah, and you see this
redness on his neck and chest?

Yeah, he was having some
kind of allergic reaction.

- I'll get the epi.
- OK.

How long has he been like this?

I don't know... half
hour, maybe more.

OK, he's been in
anaphylaxis for too long.

We're going to have
to crike him again.

What do we do with this one?

Let's just leave it.

It'll act as a plug. They
can remove it at Med.

- Copy that.
- OK.

All right.

You're going to cut
another hole in his throat?

We don't have another choice.

- OK.
- Thanks.

OK, hand me a size 6.

Here.

Thank you.

All right.

It's working.
He's stabilizing.

We've got you, sir.

OK, let's get him to Med.

Ma'am, can you
describe this man?

Uh, hey. It's...
it's Natalie, right?

Yeah. Is Lieutenant
Kidd around?

Uh, she's out of town.

Is there something I can
help you with, though?

No, it's OK. It can wait.

Is that the new saw

Lieutenant Kidd
was talking about,

the one with diamonds
in the blade?

Yeah, that's the one.

How much is it worth?

Well, they're not real diamonds,

like the ones you'd
find in a ring.

The crystals on the
blade are synthetic.

They're man-made.
- Oh, so they're fake?

Yeah, but they're real enough.

I mean, they'll cut
through anything, and fast.

- Can it cut through concrete?
- Sure, with a concrete blade.

How about a brick wall?

I'll tell you what.

I was just about to go
fire it up for a test run.

You want to see it in action?

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Can I hold it?
- Not a chance.

Grab a seat.

I just got off the
phone with dispatch.

No other CFD ambulances
were sent to that building.

Maybe it was a private service?

Yeah, I guess it had to
be, but what kind of medic

would leave in the middle
of the procedure like that?

And doesn't even know
where to make the incision.

Yeah, and he was alone.

Is there a private
service out there

that's allowing
medics to fly solo?

Ugh, this has lawsuit
written all over it.

Yeah, it really does.

I just hope we're
not dragged into it.

Mm.

Truck 81, let's go. Blackout
drills on the apron.

You remember when
Mouch used to be chill?

He's just doing the job.

I don't know, man.
Power corrupts.

Hey, Ritter, can I ask
you something real fast?

Yeah, what's up?

Um, I just wanted to
see how you were feeling

after all the Dwayne stuff?

You mean the guy I broke
up with six months ago?

Yeah.

Well, we're still broken
up, so same, I guess.

OK, and that breakup
was more about him

moving into your place, right?

Not about someone moving
in in general, right?

- What's happening here?
- I need a place to live.

And, uh, Violet reminded me
that you have a second bedroom.

- Thanks, Violet.
- Just sitting there, empty.

No, it's my home office.

OK.

What work are you doing at home?

I like having my own space, OK?

OK, but you also like
having fun and saving money.

Besides, look at me. I'm tiny.

I barely take up any space.

I'm barely a person.

I'm really a
live-alone kind of guy.

- OK.
- Yeah.

No, I get it, because I thought,

you know, like, I had
been there for you,

and we were getting
closer and stuff,

but, clearly, this
is just, like,

a surface-level friendship.

I have drills to do.

- That's not a no.
- Yes, it is.

Those are the Jaws
of Life, right?

Yep, great all-purpose tool.

What are those called,

the ones with the
hooks on the end?

These are pike poles.

We use them to pull
down ceilings and walls

to check for hidden fires.

I was in a fire once.

Our house burned down.

I don't remember much.
I was too little.

But I do remember that
it was snowing out,

which was weird.

Like, it was so hot and so cold.

Lieutenant Kidd carried me out.

We almost died...

me, my mom, my sister.

We were all sleeping,

and the firefighters
busted in to save us.

The fire burnt up
everything we had, and...

my mom never really got over it.

Why didn't you tell
Kidd any of this?

I wanted to.

I was going to,
but I got nervous.

Well, I'm sure she'll be
glad that you came back.

You OK if I tell her?

Uh, yeah, totally.

I actually needed
to talk to her...

whenever, no rush, though.

Yeah.

I know it was
forever ago, but...

something came up
about that fire.

I think my sister
started it on purpose.

That's her.

Your sister?

I have to go.

Hey, Ruzek, I need you to
run a plate for me real fast.

Hey, what's this?

New type of Jaws.

Check out those tips...

so powerful, they
can force any door

and, apparently,
the CFD's wallet,

because these
things ain't cheap.

Oh, yeah? How'd you score it?

Sadly, it's only on
loan from Truck 67,

but we should put in for one.
- Mm.

I just want to see how
it works, you know,

trying to brush up on
all the latest equipment.

Yeah? What's wrong
with the old Jaws?

They do the job just fine.

Well, yeah, sure,

but there's always
room for improvement.

Mm.

If we plan to keep up
with these hotshots

straight out of Academy,

then we got to stay up to date
on all the latest technology.

OK, well...

as I always say, if
it ain't broke...

If this thing can breach a door

even half a second faster,

then I say it's
worth looking into.

OK, fine.

So what's so different
about this one

that's got you all riled up?

OK, check this out.

The clock's ticking, right?
You've got the wrong tips.

Interchangeable.
- Yeah.

Pop that right out.

What the hell? You did this?

Just a preview of what I bring

to the roommate experience.

I'm very good with organization.

Well...

you ruined my system.

You didn't have a system.

Now everything is categorized...

deodorants, colognes,
body washes, lotions.

Everything has its place.

I don't do it by item.
I do it by shift.

OK, so, what,

Monday's coconut vanilla,
Thursday's sandalwood mahogany?

Well, excuse me if I
like a little variety.

Oh, no, no, no, no. See?
This is good. This is good.

We both learned something here.

I am neat, and you like smells.

Think about what else we could
learn if we were roommates.

No, absolutely not.

All you people know way
too much about me already.

Uh-uh.

OK, fine.

I guess I'll go live
with some stranger.

Uh...

Yes, I know the procedure was
removed from our protocols.

I understand. I understand.

But we were not there to
perform our initial assessment.

Believe me, I wish I had more
information for you, too,

but it is all in my report.

Yes, Chief. Thank you, Chief.

What was that about?

I knew this was going to happen.

I knew that I would have
to defend my decision

to perform a crike in the
field when I was left no choice

by some hack medic who
botched it and then bailed.

You're not getting
blamed for that, are you?

No.

Thankfully, Chief Robinson
gets why we did it.

She's just mad that
she can't get mad.

And she wants to know more
about this mystery medic.

You still don't know
who he works for?

No, but we're hoping
the victim can tell us,

but he's still intubated

and was in such severe distress,

who knows what
he'll even remember?

Mm.

Someone had to call it in.

Yeah, a woman from down
the hall called 911

but only after she
saw the first medic

run out of the building.

And then she
disappeared on us, too.

- Sketchy.
- I know.

But she's the only one who
may have any answers, so...

If you're going back
there, I'm going with you.

Who says I am?

Please... you can't
stand to lose,

and right now you don't even
know who's on the other team.

While I know that Novak left
already, Flynn is at work,

and that building is
in a dangerous area.

No way I'm letting you
go back there alone.

Fine, you can come with.

But just so you know, I
could handle it on my own.

All right, deep breath in.

Let it out.

What is it?

Is it bad?

I'd say so.

You're incredibly
sexually frustrated.

Sorry to interrupt.

Your latest CT
results are in, Jack.

I'm going to get some coffee.

You can stay, if you want.

As you know, our biggest concern

was inflammation of
the bronchial tubes,

which could lead to permanently
decreased lung capacity.

But your lungs are healing well,

and the irritation
is going away.

You're young and in good health.

Don't go running into
any burning buildings

until that shoulder heals up.

But, uh, I expect
a full recovery.

- Thanks.
- Yeah, anytime.

Yeah? Who are you?

Is your mom home?

No.

You know when she'll be back?

Hard to say.

But since we haven't
spoken in a couple years,

my best guess is never.

What do you want with her?

Just to talk. I'm
a firefighter.

OK.

You're here about Natalie.

What'd the little
freak do now...

break something,
steal something?

No, nothing like that.

I know she's been hanging
at some firehouse lately.

I have some questions about a
fire from your previous home.

Whatever that girl
said, she's lying.

She's just looking
for attention.

It's just the two of you here?

Seriously, don't believe
a damn word she says.

We're going to have
to go door to door.

I don't know what unit she's in.

If it's an SRO, she might
even be gone already.

Well, she's on the same floor.

I know that much at least.

Oh, no, it's not that.

It's just SROs
are full of people

trying to fix their lives...

for whatever reason.

Should we get started?

I don't see any "no
soliciting" signs.

You know, when you were
gone, I wanted to reach out

or write a letter or something.

You didn't have to.

I just figured you
might need the space.

Hmm.

It was good to have the
time to myself, but...

just so you know, you
can always reach out.

Nobody's home.

OK, only a few units left.

Whoa.

What do you want?

Whoa, easy.

I'm a firefighter.
She's a paramedic.

I was here yesterday.

I treated that
man down the hall.

It's OK. I know her.

Go on. It's all right.

People who knock
on doors in here

aren't looking to
borrow some sugar.

Yeah.

Uh, I'm Violet.

This is Sam.

Carla.

Well, um, Carla, about
what happened yesterday...

- I'd rather stay out of it.
- I get that. I do.

This can all be off the record.

All right, so just to confirm,

you only called 911

after the other
medic left, correct?

Saw him rushing out, sweating,

looking like he
just robbed a bank.

Went to go check it out,

found Pete lying there with
that thing in his throat.

Well, hey, by calling
us, you saved his life.

What else you want from me?

The other medic...

did you get a good look
at his uniform or vehicle?

Anything that could
help us identify him?

It's all a blur.

What about his height,
weight, hair color?

I don't know. He wasn't big.

Middle-aged. White, maybe.

That's all I got for you.

I'm not going to
testify to anything.

That's for sure.

Whoa, wait.

What's that on your hand?

Just a scratch.

No, I don't know, Carla.
That looks infected.

If you don't get that treated,

bacteria can enter your
bloodstream and lead to sepsis,

which can kill you.

Come on. From a little cut?

I'd listen to her.

She knows what
she's talking about.

Go to the drugstore,

pick up some triple
antibiotic ointment,

and keep that covered, OK?

If it doesn't get better in a
few days, go to urgent care,

or find me at Firehouse 51.

So we're looking for a
maybe-white, middle-aged guy.

That narrows it down.

Well, we know it wasn't
anyone in the CFD.

So it has to be a
private service.

We're just gonna have to
call all of them and see

if anybody sent
someone out here.

How many private ambulance
companies are in Chicago?

Not a ton, but getting
someone who's willing

to share information
that could potentially

violate HIPAA laws...

- Huh.
- That could take some effort.

I got a good feeling.

I mean, I've seen
plenty of people crumble

under the Mikami gaze.

It's called a glare, not a gaze.

Hey, I got your text.

So the Docs cleared you, huh?

Yeah, said my lungs
are looking good,

just this shoulder that's
going to keep me sidelined

another week or so.

Yeah, well, don't push it.

You don't want to
reinjure yourself

and have to sit out even longer.

Says the guy who jumped off
of a moving rig as it exploded

and didn't miss a shift.

- I got lucky.
- I'll be ready.

- When are they releasing you?
- End of day.

Well, I'll give you a ride home.

I just got to stop by OFI first,

and then I'll grab
you on the way back.

- You get a new arson case?
- Uh, it's not new.

It's a house fire that
Stella was at ten years ago.

- What's the deal?
- Not sure yet.

Two sisters telling
two different stories.

Parents are out of the picture.

And the youngest girl seems...

scared.

That's not good.

Siblings... they should
look out for each other.

That's right. They should.

I figured I'd try
and get some answers

for Stella while she's gone.

Cool. I'll come with you.

Been brushing up on
my arson studies.

Maybe I could help.

What'd I just say?
Don't push it.

Looking at old case files is
hardly strenuous activity.

Do your PT. I'll see you soon.

Ah, residential
rental application...

I assume that this is you.
It's got your name on it.

Sorry, I was just
going to grab those...

- You moving?
- I'm looking.

They make you apply now
before you can take a tour.

OK, well, you're lucky
that I found these

before you wasted your time,

because I got the
perfect spot for you.

- Really?
- Yeah, yeah.

Great location,
wonderful neighbors,

and the landlord is a captain.

Are you asking me
to move in with you?

I got a two-bedroom
apartment above the garage.

Um, it's got everything
that you need,

and I'm willing to
cut a deal with you.

Wow, Herrmann, that...
that sounds amazing.

Wait. Since when are
you cutting deals?

This would also really
be helping me out.

I don't like Annabelle living
alone all by herself up there.

So I would be moving
in with your daughter?

She's been angling for this
place since she turned 15.

Cindy... she finally gave in.

And I need eyes on what
she's getting into up there.

So you want Novak
to narc on her?

What? No, no. Nobody
said "narc," all right?

It's more like, you
know, being an RA.

Oh, well, my RA got me
kicked out of the dorm

for throwing a foam party,

so I'm not sure if
I'm the best fit.

But that is very sweet
that you thought of me.

You... hey.

You really thought
that would work, huh?

What the hell is a foam party?

Any luck on your
part of the list?

None. Zero. Less
than zero, actually,

because they said
they couldn't discuss

confidential
patient information.

- Same here.
- Yeah, me too.

I'm like, keep it confidential.

Just tell me if you
sent this terrible medic

to this one building
at this one time.

I hope you didn't
phrase it like that.

Maybe he wasn't called in.

Maybe he lives in the
building or somewhere nearby.

Mm-hmm. Just FYI...
since you've been gone,

Violet has turned
full med detective.

Truck 51...

All right, 51, let's roll.

952 Tamarisk Lane.

Help, please!

Make it stop!

We tried pulling her out,
but the gate won't move.

The motor must be on the fritz,

but it's encased
in steel housing.

You take the lead on this one.

Copy that, Chief.

Carver, Ritter, get me the Jaws,

cutters, and cribbing.
- Got it, Lieutenant.

We're on it.

Now, you hang in there, ma'am.

We'll make this quick.
- Please, please, hurry!

It's working! Keep going!

Pull her out!

OK.

- Clear.
- Medics!

- Where does it hurt?
- My side.

It hurts to breathe.

Could be a broken rib.

OK, deep breath for me.

No lung sounds.

We got you, OK?

Make sure we decompress
her on the way to Med.

Copy that.

- Got her.
- Thanks.

I was texting.

Didn't see the gate closing.

What'd you need Jaws,
cutters, and cribbing for?

Well, to be honest,

I didn't know if
this would work,

so I had a plan B to
cut the steel cable

and a plan C to spread
them open with the Jaws.

Always wise to
have a backup plan.

I'm going to put your name
up for that leadership course

Kidd's taking.

Thank you, Chief.

Find what you're looking for?

Yeah, thanks.

It's a house fire
from ten years ago.

It's a pretty thin file.

Yeah, faulty electrical wiring,

no evidence of foul
play, ruled accidental.

You were expecting
something else?

I don't know.

Could have gone either way.
I just had to see for myself.

Hmm.

These aren't from 51's district.

No. This is a call
that Stella went on

back when she was at 27.

This girl shows
up out of nowhere,

claims that her sister was
involved, but I don't see how.

It's a pretty serious accusation

for her to make
about her sister.

Then why show up ten years
later just to lie about it?

Well, maybe we missed something.

Who signed off on it?
- You did.

Oh.

Well, I'm not infallible.
- Please.

When was the last time you
had a case overturned...

that you were the lead on?

If there was any
evidence of arson,

you would have found it.

Let me see.

- Hey, Vi.
- Yeah?

You got a visitor.

Hey, you took my advice.

Yeah, well, after
all I've survived,

can't let a little
scratch be the end of me.

You want me to
take a look at it?

No, ointment did the trick.

Redness went away
and everything.

Good.

That's not why I'm here.

I did some asking around,

found out there's a
number being passed

around the building.

His name is Danny... doesn't
say on the card, though.

Yeah, no name or affiliation.

Hmm. Did you try calling?

Went straight to voicemail
with an automated message.

They say he gets right
back to you, though.

Doesn't bill insurance,
which is good,

since nobody there has any.

Thank you for bringing this by.

Bringing what by?

- Uh, hang on a second.
- Hmm?

Now that we have this, maybe
it's time to loop in PD?

Yeah, of course.
That's what I'm doing.

Wait, did you think I was
going to call this number

and leave a message?

No.

Yes, you did. You're
a terrible liar.

- I'll be inside.
- Uh-huh.

What would I do without you?

OK, this one's $1,500 a month.

No pictures, though.

Yeah, you know
that's a dump, right?

Ugh. All right. All right.

This one is 1,200,
newly renovated,

can park in the
owner's driveway.

Uh, that's a van.

Do you want a shower
over your toilet?

Ugh, no. I don't
want any of this.

Why is everything worse
and more expensive?

It's called
late-stage capitalism.

Ugh, maybe I should just try
to get my old place back.

The landlord did say he would
accept other forms of payment.

Novak, no.

You're not sleeping
with your landlord.

No, he meant credit card.

At least I hope.
- OK.

I can't watch you spiral
like this anymore.

You should take my spare room.

Really?

On a trial basis, OK?

Let's see how this goes.
- Ritter, you saved my life.

I...

Thank you.

Yeah, just no rearranging, OK?

No, of course. Whatever
you say, roomie.

I'm going to make us
a move-in playlist.

Have you ever lived with
a woman in her 20s before?

No.

I have.

Good luck.

They make playlists
for everything.

Wait, so he wouldn't even
admit to calling the number?

Well, he was having
trouble speaking

with two holes in his throat.

Or maybe he just didn't
want to talk to me.

Either way, he
wouldn't cooperate.

I don't understand.

He does know that this guy
Danny almost killed him, right?

You told him he's
not a real medic?

He didn't care.

Says Danny helps
people off the grid,

treats their ailments,
stitches up injuries,

sometimes gives them medication,

all for cut rates
and takes cash.

Cut rates, huh? What a saint.

Well, bringing them medical
supplies is one thing,

but doing surgeries and
doing them poorly...

I mean, he left this man to die.

How is that not
criminal negligence?

Maybe if Pete would talk.

Well, isn't it illegal
to impersonate a medic?

Misdemeanor, sure.

What if we have another witness?

Willing to go on record?

Can't you at least
trace the number,

bring this guy in
for questioning?

It's an unregistered voicemail.

But even then, just
to get the warrant,

we'd need a cooperative witness.

We have to do something
to stop this man,

because if we don't,
someone is going to die.

So tonight...

you promise you
won't go without me?

Do I have a choice
in the matter?

- Nope.
- OK.

Well, then pick me up at 8:00,

and then we can
drive over together.

- Great. See you then.
- OK.

Hey.

You went to my house?

And you gave Stella
the wrong address.

What's that about?
- I don't know.

I guess I didn't want
you showing up there.

My sister went off on
me. She called me a liar.

I didn't tell her what you said.

I know...

because if you did, she
would have murdered me.

I was there to
speak with your mom.

Yeah, well, it's just us now.

So your sister
takes care of you?

I take care of myself.

You know, I work a
lot of arson cases...

and I read the
file on your house.

How?

There's a place called OFI,

Office of Fire Investigation.

They keep detailed logs
of every fire in the city.

There's no question

that the fire at your
house was an accident.

So what's going on?

I thought your job
was to help people.

That's what I'm trying to do.

Here, give this to Stella.

She'll know what it is.

Natalie, wait...

Hey.

What is all this?
- Oh, hey.

Um, so I haven't unpacked
all my kitchen stuff yet.

I hope you don't
mind I'm using yours.

No problem.

Is that pesto?

It smells amazing.

Yeah, just a little
something I threw together.

Look, uh, you don't
have to do all this.

Do what?

I don't need any
more convincing.

I'm glad you're here, OK?

You don't have to
make dinner for me.

Oh.

Well... good.

Because I didn't.

I told you I was going
to be at Rossi's tonight.

You did.

Ritter?

Thought you were
going to be out, so...

Yeah, thanks.

She made pesto.

Pesto.

This is for you.
- Thank you.

I'll be in my room.

OK.

- Herrmann.
- Hey!

Did you hear about
the Chief's test?

They finally picked a date,
and it's only three weeks away.

No kidding. That's great.

It's... coming up soon.

We've all known
this day was coming,

but now it's right
on the horizon,

and I can't help but wonder...

how's Pascal going to feel
about you taking over?

I don't know.

He's gotten pretty cozy
in that back office.

That's what I'm saying.

Will he lay down his sword
or fight for the throne?

Or maybe he'll want
to go back to Miami.

I mean, his main reason
for coming back to Chicago

was Monica.
- Yeah.

But now...

Yeah, who knows what
that guy is thinking?

Chief Pascal is
impossible to read.

Also, he knew the
deal coming in.

Boden laid out the plan.
- Yeah.

Yeah, it's not like
we're pulling the rug out

from under him.
- Yeah, well...

there is no rug to pull.

Can you believe it?

We are only three weeks
away from it all paying off.

All our hard work,
our entire careers...

it all comes down to this.

Yeah.

To you nailing that test.

To you leading Engine.

Oh, man.

How long do you
think it'll take him?

Well, shouldn't be much
traffic this time of night.

It's good to have you back.

Doesn't feel the same
at 51 when you're gone.

We all missed you.

There he is.
- You sure? Maybe...

Hey, Danny?

- Who are you?
- I'm the one who called.

But you can relax.

No one here's having
a heart attack.

But if they were,
we'd handle it,

as real first responders.

No, you're going
to listen first.

This is illegal.
It's entrapment.

Well, we're not cops.

But they do know about you now,

so consider this your only
get-out-of-jail-free card.

I care about these
people. I'm helping them.

How much does one ride
in your ambulance cost?

Oh, please.

You're not doing this for them.

This is all about you.

I know that, because the
second something went wrong,

like you screwing up
that cricothyrotomy,

you ran away,

and you left that man to die...

Which is something a real
first responder would never do.

Stop pretending to be
a paramedic, Danny,

or you will screw
up and kill someone.

And we will come after you.

I promise you that.

You can go now.

The one thing he's right about

is how broken the system is,
how much money it all costs.

That's for sure.

They should be
sharing the number

of our para-medicine
program in there.

I'll put up a flyer in the lobby

and all the other
buildings like it.

You know, I have never met
anyone as fierce as you

when you're on a mission.

Hey, you maybe want to
get a cup of coffee?

Sorry, I can't. I
have a meeting to hit.

Oh, yeah.

Cool. Of course.

Uh, no problem.