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I've seen this before.

You put them in a coma, and they don't come out.

What the hell are you doing here?

The man is intimidating.

I mean, Vasquez has no idea how he got paroled.

It's all kind of mysterious.

Mouch's job is safe.

Why do you sound like you're delivering a eulogy?

Being transferred to 40, permanently.

You should come to Molly's tonight.

I gotta go home.

Maybe some other time.

Isaiah's leaving.

How did this happen?

There's nothing that I could have done.

Everything that I am doing here, I'm doing it alone.

I gotta say, you surprised me out there.

Oh, well, you can thank the angry mob for that,

'cause everyone knows that fear causes arousal.

Not as much as a well-timed science factoid.

Whoa. What was that?

Karate? - Taekwondo.

Okay.

Mm-mm.

- You're being paged. - You're probably right.

Let me check.

No, just a colleague asking me to cover for her tomorrow.

Tomorrow problem.

Oh, is that jujitsu?

- Stage combat. - Oh.

Are you leaving?

Yeah, I am going to work on some Girls on Fire drills,

but I figured you'd be hanging out in Van Meter's room

at Med anyway.

Actually, I'm gonna skip it today.

Carrie, you know, his daughter's

been showing up lately,

and I don't wanna invade their space.

I doubt she'd mind.

You know, you could ask her.

Oh, we got an update from Terry.

Shauna has been acing rehab,

and Isaiah's been with her every day after school.

- That's great. - Yeah, it is.

I'll see you at 51. - Yeah.

This feels weird.

There should be an engine here. - What?

I don't think this is gonna last that long.

This is classic politics, okay?

They act before they think.

And they're gonna figure out real quick that this battalion,

it needs its own engine. All right?

And then, Mouch, he's gonna be back here before you know it.

Uh-huh.

You got a head injury or something?

Since when do you look at the positive side of anything?

You finally start taking St. John's wort?

I'm telling you, you give this a couple of shifts,

and it's gonna work itself all out.

All right? You'll see.

- Hey. - Hey.

Did you ever get a hold of that guy at the NHTSA?

Yeah, yeah, he's actually been circling

that manufacturer for months but never had anything solid.

Now they've got enough to ban them from selling

airbags in the U.S. Yeah.

Hey, that's awesome. Great work.

Hey, it's great teamwork.

Hmm.

All right, hey, guys, quick reminder for anyone

who signed up for the Joint Duty program.

We have our first sim class today.

Sim class?

Is that like some kind of, like, computer thing,

'cause I'm not exactly-- - Yeah, we know, Herrmann.

Don't worry.

There are no computers involved.

It is simulated medical training with

anatomically accurate mannequins so that

we can practice vital skills without killing anyone.

Today, we'll be working on intubation.

Our friend, Dr.-- - Sorry.

You good?

Yeah. Fill you in later.

Okay, uh, anyway, my friend, Dr. Campbell, at Med--

who is a total badass, by the way--

she will be leading the class,

and you guys are gonna love her.

Hi. Can we help you?

Yeah, I'm looking for Sal Vasquez.

That's me.

Um, we can talk outside.

Apologies for the interruption.

Officer Reseda, Parole Division.

My records have you listed as next of kin to Ray Vasquez.

Have you heard from him? - Not recently.

Everything okay?

I figured you'd know better than me.

He missed his weekly meeting.

When's the last time you saw him?

It's--it's been a few weeks.

You might wanna figure out a way to get ahold of him.

Let him know, screw-ups like this

will land him back in prison. - Yeah. Okay.

I'll figure out what's going on.

Squad 3, Truck 81, Ambo 61.

Person trapped, 402 North State Street.

He can't miss another meeting.

I'll be in touch.

What happened?

Something glitched with our automated car lift.

It's bad.

The gates should have been down.

She must have drove through looking for the service area.

I don't know how she's still alive.

All right, stay back.

Hey, ma'am, can you hear me?

Please, help.

Hang tight. We're gonna get you out.

Hey, is there any way to raise this lift?

There's gotta be a manual override.

The system's in lockdown.

And the override has to be done on our site,

and the tech is an hour out.

We don't have an hour.

All right, we're gonna pull her out

through the driver's side. Squad, ram, cutters, jaws, go.

Copy.

We're gonna need to stabilize this lift

before we start cutting.

All right, copy that. Grab the struts.

Copy.

Hey, what's your name?

- Melissa. - Melissa, I'm Stella.

All right, listen, we're gonna get you out of here.

We just gotta make sure this lift doesn't

drop any lower first, okay?

Please, just save my baby.

There's a baby in the car?

No, I'm pregnant.

Good to go.

All right, Herrmann, lock in the struts.

We're good. - All right, Tony, you're up.

What's going on?

They're opening the door so we can get you out.

Hey, how far along are you?

Eight months.

It's a girl.

You picked a name yet?

No.

Parents said not to choose until she's born.

Said it's bad luck.

Well, listen, Melissa, we're gonna bring you

good luck today, okay?

We're gonna get you out of here.

Just hang in there. Hang tight.

All right, Melissa.

We're almost there, okay?

All right.

I'm just gonna push this back, nice and easy.

Can I get the backboard?

Okay.

Easy.

And a C-collar?

There we go. All right.

- Good? - Yep.

On two. One, two.

There we go.

All right, let's get her on O2.

Start her at 10 liters.

Please, just tell me my baby's okay.

Okay, yep.

I've got a heartbeat, and I feel movement.

They'll tell you more at the hospital,

but that is all good. - Thank you.

We're gonna take you straight to Med,

where the trauma team and OB will be standing by

waiting for you, okay?

Here we go.

What?

Hey, remember this, will you?

63 3/4.

- What's going on in here? - Oh.

Uh, Me and Mouch, we've been meaning

to add some more shelf space.

And now Mouch can have a place for his wedding photos

and the like, and I'll just keep my stuff here

on the desk, so...

Oh, what was that number again?

63 3/4.

Okay, uh, I want the shelf to be centered.

So I wanna have an equal space from side to side, right?

What?

You got a problem with the shelf?

No.

Well, 'cause it's CFD authorized.

I'm allowed to do this.

And I checked. - I believe you.

But you got this look on your face

like you wanna say something.

I don't wanna say anything.

So you just came here to loom?

I just wanted to tell you

that the sim class starts in the briefing room

in 20 minutes.

Oh, okay. Great. Message received.

I'll be there.

Hey.

I was thinking of taking Truck by Med to check on

that victim, Melissa.

I just figured I should run it by you first.

We just dropped her off an hour ago.

Yeah, but I'm sure the doctors have seen her by now,

considering the pregnancy.

Maybe, but we have calls coming in here

pretty fast and furious these days.

I'll be ready to pivot if one comes in.

Hey.

Did you guys get an update on that victim

before you left Med?

Yeah, we stuck around until we got some info.

Yeah, the ultrasound showed a partial abruption

and some bleeding.

Nothing too severe, but enough to make the docs

want to induce labor.

- Right away? - Yeah.

Okay, I'll hold off on visiting.

Yeah, will you guys just keep me updated?

Yeah. Yes, of course.

Um, will you two be joining our very

hip-and-happening sim class?

Sorry.

I've got a bunch of reports to write up.

Same.

Is everything okay with those two?

I don't know.

Oh, no.

Well, that's a little last minute.

All right, hey, guys.

So apparently Dr. Campbell is down with the flu,

so she'll be sending over one of her colleagues

to pinch hit. Should be here any minute.

- Morning, everyone. - Morning.

What a great surprise.

All right, guys, this is Dr. Frost.

Thank you so much for being here.

Thank you so much for having me.

You guys should pay close attention.

This is one of the best pediatric ER docs in the city.

That is the rumor, anyway,

but you guys be the judge of that.

And let's get started.

Dad, what's going on?

Hey, I got your message.

Don't worry, I got it hand--

hey, watch where you're going.

Hey, hey. Hey, Dad. Dad?

Dad?

This is Ray. Leave a message.

This is Officer Reseda.

Hey, Officer, this is Sal Vasquez.

I'm just curious, have you heard from Ray since we spoke?

No, I haven't.

Anything I should know, Sal? - No. No, no, no.

I just--I haven't been able to reach him,

and I was wondering if he checked in.

No, he hasn't.

If he does, I'll let you know.

Thanks. I'll keep trying.

Can anyone tell me what PAT stands for?

- Point after touchdown. - No, profit after tax.

What? I'm a businessman.

Pediatric Assessment Triangle.

Very good.

The Pediatric Assessment Triangle

is always our first step when treating a child.

Now, we are going to be assessing appearance,

breathing, and circulation.

Today our focus will be on breathing.

So I'm going to show you some techniques you will be using

in pediatric intubation, which is

one of the trickier procedures you will perform in the field.

Well, Novak intubated a 10-month-old

in the back of a moving ambulance

a couple of months ago.

Well, in that case, how about you come on up

and show us how it's done?

Oh, hell yeah.

What's his name? - It's Resusci Baby QCPR.

- Oh. - I know.

Parents and their crazy names these days, right?

Yeah.

- Let's see what you got. - Okay.

- Carrie, hey. - Hey.

- Is your dad all right? - Yeah, yeah. He's fine.

I mean, at least no changes.

I didn't come with a medical update.

Oh, okay.

Um, have a seat.

Thanks.

Um, I just--

I just noticed that you hadn't really been by the hospital

as much the last couple days.

I hope that's not because of me.

No, I was--

I was just, uh...

You know what? I guess it is.

I just wanted to make sure you had whatever time

you needed with your dad, alone.

That's really kind of you, Kelly,

but, honestly, I really like the company,

and it's gotten kind of quiet over there.

I mean, my mom's popped in a few times,

but their relationship isn't great,

as you probably know.

They got divorced when I was a teenager, so...

Yeah, you mentioned. It's funny, though.

He still keeps their wedding photo in his office.

I know. It's weird, right?

He worked, like, 24/7 when I was little,

and she really resented him for that.

Kind of ruined the marriage, but I think

he's always carried a torch for her.

That was firefighter humor.

- Nice. - The torch.

- Good. - Thanks.

Anyway, a lot of the firefighters have come by,

and my friends are swinging in and out,

but I'm really there by myself a lot.

So please feel free to come by anytime.

Sure. How about tomorrow after shift?

Yeah, that'd be great.

Thanks, Kelly. Yeah. - You bet.

All right. See you then.

- Hey. - Hey.

I'm sorry I was checked out in the sim class.

I got some personal stuff going on.

I'm sure you put that together already.

Yeah, I figured that visit earlier wasn't a social call.

No.

Don't worry. We will have more classes.

I just--I hope that everything is okay.

Yeah.

Yeah, everything's--

I'm sorry. I better go deal with that.

- Go ahead. - Yeah.

Hey.

What the hell happened earlier?

Why didn't you call me back?

Look, I'm sorry about my PO stopping by.

All right? I spoke to him. We're all good.

And I made sure he knows not to bother you anymore, all right?

Who did that?

It's nothing.

All right, I got mugged.

Some punk on the West Side.

You should see his face.

So you drove all this way just to tell me

that you got mugged? - No.

I came here to let you know that I'm okay.

I don't want you to go all Sherlock Holmes on me,

tracking me down.

I gotta go.

And don't worry about me.

We're on different paths.

There's no need to cross them anymore.

Hey.

Dad, it doesn't have to be like this.

Yeah, it does. Trust me.

I'm doing this for your own good more than mine.

Come on. What does that even mean?

There are people who aren't too happy that I'm out.

I'll leave it at that.

- Hey, you got an update? - Mm-hmm.

I just talked to Med.

Melissa's little baby girl was born at six pounds plus.

Apgars were high. She's looking good.

That's great news.

- Mm-hmm. - Wait.

Why do I feel like you're not telling me everything?

You look worried.

Ah, it's not about the baby.

It's Vasquez's father stopped by the firehouse

a little while ago, and, you know,

things between those two are very tense.

I saw it firsthand, but I'm not gonna

push him to talk about it if he doesn't want to.

Yeah, this morning on the app floor,

I thought I saw something between you two.

No. No, no, no. It's nothing like that.

I just--I wanna be a friendly ear if he needs it.

Oh, I was wondering 'cause I thought him

and Novak had something going on.

Yeah. Who knows?

Well, to be honest, even if you and Vasquez were closer,

doesn't mean he'd open up to you.

Mm.

You and Severide?

Anything you wanna talk about?

Um, it just-- it just feels like

we have been on two different planets

ever since Van Meter got hurt.

He has shut me out again,

and usually I fight my way back in,

but this time, uh, since Isaiah moved back

to Cleveland, I just feel like I got no fight left in me.

Truck 81, Ambulance 61.

Person injured, North Wabash and East Illinois.

Hey, you gotta help my friend.

Yeah, yeah. All right. What happened?

We were live streaming on the L,

train surfing, you know?

And the train just took a really sharp turn,

and Eddie just flew off.

All right, step aside! Give us room!

Oh, my God.

Okay, grab the A frame and the grinder.

Vasquez, you're going up. - Copy.

Everybody, give us some space, please.

Back up. - He's still breathing.

I'll get some of that weight off him.

All right.

I'm gonna wrap this around to hold his weight.

There we go.

Pull it tight and clip it to the fence.

- Got him? - Got him.

Good.

All right. Set it.

Hey, can we get some Kerlix?

Right away.

Secure that post before you make the cut.

Copy.

It's all right, bud.

We're gonna get you down.

All right. Yep. He's secure.

All right, let's get that grinder.

- Copy that. - Hey, folks, back up, please.

- We're good? - Yeah.

Ballard, hold him. Yep.

Got him!

Hey, Herrmann. Thanks.

Let's get him on the stretcher.

Yeah.

All right. Ready?

- Easy, easy. - On the left.

- Watch yourself. - Yep.

Hey, can you hear me?

All right.

Take a deep breath for me if you can.

And another.

Lungs are clear bilaterally.

I'll get a line on him on the way.

- Copy. Let's go. - Yeah.

Okay.

He'll be all right?

You better thank your lucky stars

that he's still breathing.

Hey, I hope the views were worth it.

I swear, I'm never doing that again.

Good.

Can't believe we used two shifts worth of gauze

on that poor kid.

That's what you can't believe about that call?

Oh, well, that and what some people will do for a good time.

Yeah, the L never stops finding

new and interesting ways to gift us with victims, huh?

Hmm.

Who are you looking for?

Dr. Frost.

Wait, did I not tell you?

We hooked up last night.

Yeah, it was super fun and hot.

Did I mention fun?

Did you not pick up the vibe in the sim class?

No, I did not.

But, hey, that is great.

I mean, if hot pediatricians are your thing.

He-- he is definitely my thing.

Yeah, but he's a player. I can tell.

Even if he is, you can't play a player, right?

I was thinking the same thing.

- Hmm. - Player versus player.

That sounds kind of fun. - Sure does.

Yes.

Son of a bitch.

You having some trouble there?

I broke the damn drill bit.

What the hell is this concrete made out of, anyway?

Concrete.

You know, Mouch was supposed to bring over his hammer drill.

That would have gone through this just like butter.

But, of course, you know, he's on third shift over at 40,

and now I'm stuck with ruining my tools,

you know, and for what?

So that Mouch can have his own shelf,

and which he did no work to set up?

Okay, why are you barking at me about all this?

Tell it to him at Molly's.

I told you, he's on third shift tonight.

He won't be there.

Hey, you know, maybe if I held the shelf for you,

you might have enough force to drive it clean through.

I don't need any backseat drilling from you, okay?

Okay, Herrmann, have it your way.

See you later.

Hey, Cruz. You seen Stella?

Uh, yeah, she left a couple of minutes ago,

said she was headed for Med. - She did?

Oh, I was on the phone.

She must've texted, and I missed it.

Thanks. - Yeah.

Sure thing. See you.

Have a good one.

Hey, Vasquez.

What's up, Vi?

How'd everything go with your dad?

Wish I knew.

He came by yesterday.

He--he had a busted up lip and a shiner.

- Whoa. What happened? - No clue.

I mean, he had a lame-ass explanation,

but you know, I didn't buy it.

I have no idea what he's got himself mixed up with now.

Have you thought about calling the cops?

I mean, if he got beat up, he could be in real trouble.

Oh, I know, I know.

But I mean, there's just no way.

He'll never talk to the cops.

Not in a million years.

I mean, he just doesn't trust them.

No, I need to figure out how to get to the bottom of this.

Thank you, though, you know, for asking.

Yeah, yeah. Of course.

But you know, just because your dad doesn't trust the cops

doesn't mean you shouldn't.

We are all on the same team, right?

Not to him.

At least not anymore.

Well, if you wanna talk it out or not talk it out,

I'll be at Molly's. We all will be.

Okay.

Okay, yeah.

I'll see you there.

See you there.

You just gonna stand there,

or you gonna tell me who tore into my apartment?

Why'd you get into this kind of trouble, Dad?

What were you thinking?

I didn't have a choice.

Who did this?

My cellmate was a mid-level drug dealer,

and he got caught with a few bricks.

But he couldn't stop bragging about this robbery

turned homicide he was never caught for.

Most guys, they dismissed it. It was just talk.

Right, but I did some digging.

His story was true.

Look, I figured after the Belfort statement

went out the window, if I had any shot

at making parole, I had to take matters

into my own hands. - So what did you do?

I struck a deal.

If I could get a usable confession out of my cellmate,

state's attorney would recommend

leniency at my parole hearing.

- Jesus. - Hey. The gamble paid off.

That's the good news.

But from what I can tell, Nico and his crew

are trying to bait me into violating my parole

so that I end up right back in prison.

- What do we do next? - Mm-mm.

No, there's no we.

This isn't your fight, all right?

Stay the hell out of it.

Dad, they broke into my apartment.

Look around.

Okay, this makes this my problem too.

So, like I said, what the hell are we gonna do about it?

I assume the shelf's not supposed to look like that.

It's called rustic.

As a professional designer, I'm going to have to disagree.

What are you doing here?

We were gonna go to those open houses today, remember?

About two hours ago? - Oh.

Damn it, Cindy. I'm sorry.

I got so wrapped up in this stupid shelf thing

for Mouch, you know?

I guess I just lost track of time.

Did we miss them all? - It's not a big deal.

We can reschedule.

Though I did stop by the one on South Keeler.

The one that looks like a sanitarium?

It just needs some color.

You have to use your imagination.

That's what I got you for.

Why don't you grab your things?

We'll get out of here. - Yeah.

I guess this thing is beyond saving.

Boy, did I botch this up.

Oh, I'm sure it's nothing Manny's Deli can't fix.

Come on, Chip Gaines, my treat.

All right.

Hi, Lieutenant.

You can go on in. They're just taking pictures.

I--I'm so sorry. I can't.

I actually just realized that I am late for work.

So, um, yeah, would you just do me a favor?

Give this to her. Okay.

Thank you.

I know.

I'm just--I'm glad he's coming to Molly's tonight.

He downplays it, but I think all this stuff with his dad

is really weighing on him.

Yeah, that sounds like a lot.

But I get wanting to play it close to the vest.

I mean, it took me a minute to become a regular

at Molly's, too, remember?

Yeah.

And, hey, aren't you glad you did?

Totally.

I mean, I am still getting used to paying for my own drinks.

Can't believe Herrmann doesn't give us a discount.

Hot doc?

Looks like Resusci Baby is gonna make a full recovery

thanks to my steady hands. - Cute.

What was that?

- Oh, I just liked it. - Not even a heart?

Damn, that's cold.

Um, it's called playing hard to get.

And I'm a player, right?

Respect.

Dad was always the one who made my school lunches

before he left for work.

He'd always write my name on the paper bags

and draw these little stick figure things to make me laugh.

I wouldn't have called that.

Drawings are pretty good.

The lunches... - No?

Not so much. No.

One time he put Chinese leftovers in a sandwich.

True story.

Um, I'm gonna go downstairs and get a coffee.

Do you want anything? - No, I'm good. Thanks.

Whoa. Whoa, easy.

Doc. Doctor! Doctor!

Hey, he's pulling out his tube.

He's extubated himself. Should I set up to re-intubate?

Not yet.

Let's wait and check his O2 sat.

Numbers are rising.

It's on his own.

Dad? Dad, can you hear me?

- Nico here? - Nico?

No, doesn't ring a bell.

Excuse me. How much are these?

Oh, my bad, man. I'm sorry. - Hey. Hey. Stop!

What the hell is this?

You got some balls coming in here with your baby boy.

Did you know your old man turned my brother's

3-year bid into a 30-year sentence?

No parole.

Now he's kicking my door down like I did something wrong.

I don't know why you're surprised.

You were trying to get to me by getting my son involved,

and it worked.

See, he's the only thing in the world that I care about.

I'd kill for him.

I'd die for him.

I'd even go back to prison if that's what it takes

for you to stay away from him.

Everybody on the ground!

- Go, go, go, go. - Hands up! Hands up!

Hands up! Drop it!

Hands up! Get on the ground!

Get on the ground now!

Got a tip that a recent parolee was here.

Associating with known criminals,

which violates his terms of release.

I'm gonna assume those aren't aspirin.

On your feet.

Another round for the ladies?

Actually, I'm gonna-- I'm gonna close out.

- Oh, copy that. - Oh.

Well, does someone have somewhere to be?

Maybe with a hot doc? - Maybe.

Well, what happened to playing hard to get?

Eh, I changed my mind on that one real quick.

I figured I'd try really easy to get instead.

Okay.

Um, and how exactly are you planning

on sending that message?

Well, I think the emojis I just sent make it pretty clear.

These houses up in Jefferson Park,

the prices are ridiculous.

You know, at this point, I'm gonna end up

commuting from Gary, Indiana.

Or we're having to buy some God-awful fixer upper.

Well, just make sure it's not made of concrete.

You know, I never did get that shelf up, by the way.

I mean, not that there's any rush, you know,

if I'm being real about this whole Engine situation.

Look, man, um, I know that I am no Mouch,

but I can put up a shelf, too, you know?

I'm pretty good at hanging out, drinking beers.

All I'm saying is,

I'm here, always,

if you need anything.

That's good to know.

You're all good.

The parole violation thing was just a setup

to get into Nico's spot.

Thanks for the assist, Finch.

Our Narco unit been after Nico's crew for a while.

This gave us the perfect way in.

Should be thanking you.

So what now?

It's probably not over with Nico's crew.

It'd be safer if we kept our distance for a while.

No.

See, you don't get to tell me what to do anymore.

Okay. You know what?

You let me know if you need anything.

I'll do the same.

Sounds good by me.

Yeah, and I might check in every now and then, too,

just for no reason at all.

Sounds good by me.

Any word from Vasquez?

Wasn't he supposed to stop by?

I-- I guess he changed his mind.

Oh, Stella.

My friend at Med, Dr. Campbell, she has an update on Van Meter.

He has regained consciousness.

She says he is stable, breathing on his own,

and alert. - Oh, my God.

I--sorry. Sorry, boss, I gotta go.

Uh, yeah, of course. Go.

All right, hey, that's awesome news, Mikami.

What are you doing here? What--

why aren't you with Van Meter?

I was just--

he's doing good. I guess...

Seeing him and Carrie together made we want

to be with my family,

and that's you.

I went to see our victim, Melissa.

I couldn't even go in the room.

They just looked so happy

holding their baby,

and I feel so bad, but...

all I wanted to do was run.

That's okay.

Maybe I rushed into fostering

so fast because...

I just thought that it would make all of the feelings

about losing the baby go away.

And it didn't.

It was so hard.

It hurt so much to watch Isaiah go.

It felt like everything all at once,

but you seemed so okay with it.

And I just, like, I don't know what is wrong with me.

There's nothing wrong with you.

And I'm...

I'm not okay.

Not by a long shot.

You can show me that.

I really think the only way

that we are gonna be okay is if

we can be not okay together, you know?

I do now.