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- There should be
an engine here.

- This is classic politics.

Mouch is gonna be back here
before you know it.

- This might be how I finish
out the job.

And if it's not at 51,

I don't see what the point is.

- Oh, my God.

- We got a hazmat situation
in here, Chief!

- Macy, come on! We gotta
get outta here right now!

Let's go!

- Do you feel lightheaded
at all?

- No.

I'm just cold.

[alarm blaring]
- Macy didn't make it.

I want you to know, we did
everything we possibly could.

♪ ♪

[sirens wailing]

- Dominic Pascal,
all field operations

now go through me,
including CFD.

The hell do you think
you're doing?

- I'm going up there.

♪ ♪

- I am arresting you
for obstructing

a criminal investigation.

♪ ♪

[soft tense music]

♪ ♪

[door clicks open]

- The board is ready.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

- Ah.

Well, look who showed up.

I don't want to interrupt
your private reunion.

All right?
[laughs]

- You're here early.

- I wasn't about to miss
your triumphant return.

- Gotta hand it to you,
Herrmann.

You said I'd make it back.

You were right.

- I--that?

I was just trying
to cheer you up.

Honestly, I thought you'd
need a damn miracle.

- [chuckles]
Turns out all it took

was a connection at City Hall.

I got Chief to thank for that.

- So it was Davis.

She made it happen?

- Apparently, it was kind
of a final favor for Pascal.

- Wow.

So I guess I was wrong
about these political types.

- Well, I mean, she's also
the one who decommissioned

the rig in the first place,
so she basically

fixed a problem she created.

- Yeah, that sounds
more like it.

- Whatever the case,
I'm thankful.

- Yeah.

- Mouch, your favorite mug.

Me and Tony made sure no one
used it while you were gone.

- Oh, thanks, Capp,
I appreciate that.

- You're welcome.
- This doesn't look washed.

- Kept it the way you left it.

- As you can see, not much
has changed around here.

- You know, it's comforting.
- [chuckles]

- Hey, Lieutenant.

- Reporting for duty.

- It's so good
to have you back, Mouch.

- Oh.

- House is just not
the same without you.

- Oh, it is great to be back,
believe me.

- You know that.

- You get a look
at the roster yet?

- Yeah, it looks like
we're running

a three-man crew
on Engine today.

- Yeah, Truck too.

So no Clarence, no Vasquez.

And Ambo's doing
a Joint Duty training session

at the Academy.
- Any word on the chief?

- His disciplinary hearing
was this morning.

That's all I know.
- Mm.

- Hey, Severide.

Some lady in the bullpen.

She says she's
Pascal's new assistant.

- Lieutenant Severide, right?

- That's right.

- I recognize you
from your personnel photo.

I like to get
a head start on names.

I'm Lucy.

- Hi, Lucy.

Headquarters sent you down here
to be Chief Pascal's assistant?

- Technically,
I was supposed to start

a few shifts ago,
but my paperwork got held up.

Guess it's 'cause it's
my first government job.

I was at Dillon-Sloan
Construction before this.

Why? Is there a problem?

[alarm blares]
- Squad 3, Truck 81, Ambo 149.

- Um...
- Reports of falling debris.

- We'll talk when I get back.

[suspenseful music]

[siren wailing]

♪ ♪

Got a report
of falling debris?

- Yeah, it was crazy.

I heard it before I saw it.

This huge gust of wind
ripped that panel off.

The thing flew
like a saw blade.

Look what it did.

- God.

- We were just saying thank God
it didn't hit somebody.

People are always
out here walking.

- Oh, whoa!
That one's about to go.

- All right, Truck,
raise the aerial.

See if you can
secure that panel.

- Herrmann, get me up
to the window.

- Copy.
- Squad, head inside.

See if you can stabilize
the rest of the panels

before they fall.
- Yeah, copy that.

- Hey, everybody back up.
Back away from the cars.

- Come on, guys. Clear out.
- Back away from the buildiing.

- Let's go, let's go, let's go!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- [grunting]

- Hey, wait!

Hey! Hey!

Hey!
Hey!

- Stella!

- Stop!

[metal screeches]

- [shouts]

- Hey!

- Stella!

- [panting]

♪ ♪

.

- Stella, hang on!

Herrmann, lower the aerial.

- Ahh! Aerial lost power!

- Cruz, grab the rope bag.

Get underneath her.

I'm gonna drop
it down to you.

- Yeah, on it.

Copy that.

- Hang on!

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Come on.

- [grunts]
My hands are slipping, Kelly.

- All right, hang on.

Rope's coming down.

We got eyes on the line
down below.

Just keep it coming.

- The line's starting to give!

- Step through the loop,
Stella.

- [groans]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Come on, Kidd.
Come on.

- All right, I got it.

- Hang on, Stella.

Cruz, rope coming down.

- Got it.

- Just a little longer.
Hang on, Stella.

♪ ♪

- All right.
Rope's set.

Good to go.

- Stella, grab the rope.

♪ ♪

- [grunts] I'm on.

- Cruz, take her down!

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

- Good?
- Yeah.

- You said you got
a look at the driver?

- Yeah, white male,
late 40s, brown hair, beard.

- Anything else distinctive?

- No, but I'd--

I'd know him if I saw him.

- Anyone catch a plate,
even a partial?

- No.

That--is that gonna be
a problem?

- We got POD cameras in a lot
of the major intersections

around here, so hopefully
one of those picked him up.

Meantime, I'll issue a BOLO
for a white box truck.

Anything else I should know?

- Yeah, the firefighter he
almost killed, that's my wife.

So I'm not letting this go.

- I'll be in touch soon.

- Good.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- I was following that call
on the radio.

What on Earth happened
out there?

- A damn truck--
it blew through the scene

and knocked Kidd
off the aerial.

- She was lucky that
that line was under her.

- You should have
seen it, Mouch.

She grabbed on to that line

like she was Stallone
in "Cliffhanger."

- But she's OK?
- Yeah, it's Kidd.

She's tougher than a $2 steak.

Hey, what's with the report?

Oh, don't tell me that
we're writing up calls

that we weren't even on now.

- No, no, this is one
I still owe to Firehouse 40

on the funeral attack.

- You still haven't
handed that in?

- I'm not happy with it.

- I mean, it looks OK to me.

There's a lot of
big words in there.

- They're not the right ones.

And it's giving me a migraine.

- Well, you are
really sweating this.

- Well, it is very late.

- You know what?

Just turn it in like it is.

Be done with it.

- Our reports are part
of the public record.

If someone out in the world
reads this,

I need to be able
to stand by it.

- Uh, I think I can confidently
say that nobody outside the CFD

is reading these reports,
Mouch.

- Hey, look.

The man has standards,
all right?

We should support that,
even if it kills him.

- [laughs]

- Thank you?
- Yeah.

All right, come on.

Let's leave the auteur
to his masterpiece.

- [sighs]

- OK.

Yeah, thank you.
We'll be standing by.

- Hey.

So what did they say?

- Fleet Services is
sending a mechanic

to check out the aerial.

- So truck's out of service?

- Until it's cleared
for use, yeah.

- Mm.

- Maybe not the worst thing--
for you, I mean,

considering everything
you've been through with Macy.

- No, I'm--

I'm--I'm good.

I mean, I was shaken up
at first out there,

but, um, I'm OK, really.

Are you OK?

- I will be
when they catch the guy.

I'm gonna make sure they do.

- I know you will.

- Lieutenant Severide,

Chief would like to see you
in his office.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

[knocks at door]

- Come in, Lieutenant.

- Good to see you back
in that chair, Chief.

- Take a seat.

- I see HQ sent you
an assistant.

Should I take that
as a good sign?

- No, that was
a clerical error.

Clearly, somebody
didn't get the memo.

Haven't broken
the news to her yet.

- And what is the news?

- They came down
harder than I expected.

I knew keeping my position
wasn't an option,

given my run-in with the FBI.

But it seems the CFD needed
to make an example of me.

♪ ♪

- And what does that mean?

- I've been
officially terminated

for conduct unbecoming
and relieved of duty.

- Effective when?

- Immediately.

[soft dramatic music]

This will be
my last shift at 51.

♪ ♪

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- It's not OK, Chief,
the way they're treating you.

- I appreciate it, but
it's well within their rights.

I knowingly violated
federal law.

- To save lives.

- Still, I knew
what the consequences

of my actions could be.

- What about some
kind of appeal?

- I'm not gonna appeal
the decision.

What's done is done.

I've made peace with it.

- All right, so who's gonna
take over the house?

They already dismissed
a bunch of chiefs.

- Details are still being
worked out, but in the interim,

Chief Hopkins will
be overseeing 51,

along with five other houses.

Now, I intend to leave
this place better off

than I found it,
which just gives me one shift

to get through
a very long to-do list.

So I need everyone at
the top of their game today.

Understood?

- Copy that.
- Yes, Chief.

- I'll also be having a final
briefing with each lieutenant.

Severide, I'll start with you.

Everyone else is dismissed.

- Thank you, Chief.
[phone buzzes]

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

- Hey, Chief,
I just got a text from PD.

They have an update
on that hit and run.

Can we talk later?

- Of course,
that takes priority.

We'll find another time.

- So what does this mean
for me?

- I'm afraid with no chief,

there's no role
for an assistant.

But if you want, I could place
a call to your former job

and explain the mix up.

- Oh, honestly, please don't.

That place was a mess.

I was the only one
keeping it together.

- I've got a lot to get done
and a small window to do it.

I know it's not
a full-time job,

but I could use
your help today.

- Put me to work.

- After you.

- Yeah.

- I don't understand
how every camera

you have somehow
missed this truck.

- They didn't.

The problem is,
we got too many matches.

Without a make or model,
we're talking hundreds

of white box trucks.

It's a needle in a haystack.

- Don't tell me
we're already at a dead end.

- Not exactly.

Another 911 came in.

A witness saw a white box truck
sideswipe a couple parked cars

not long after your incident.

- Well, there we go.
It sounds like our suspect.

- Yeah, it also sounds like
he's on something.

And a lot of times
in these situations,

when these guys sober up,
they ditch their vehicle

to hide the evidence.

- I'm not gonna
let that happen.

- Look.

Reality is,
after the first couple hours,

the chances of catching a hit
and run falls off a cliff.

- Not this time.

What are we gonna do?

- If we want
to find this guy,

we've got to narrow
the search somehow.

Why don't I see if I can
get something useful

out of that witness
who called in?

- All right, you let me know
what you find.

I'll do the same.

- What are you gonna do?

- You said you need
a make and model.

I'll go get it.

Guys, let's move.

We're going for a ride.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]
Can you believe that?

30 years on the job
saving lives,

and they just hang
Chief out to dry.

- This is why I can't
finish this report.

I hate that it ends that way.

- Yeah, well, you heard Pascal.

There ain't no changing
that ending.

- Well,
maybe I can't change it,

but I'll be damned if
I'm gonna memorialize it.

- What?

You're not gonna
write the report?

- Yeah, call it
a small act of rebellion

against the callous actions
of the CFD.

- Like a protest.

- Lieutenant, Chief would like
to see you for your briefing

in 15 minutes.
- Copy that.

Well, time to file this
in the old circular cabinet.

- Wait.

Hang on.

Are you really sure
you want to do that?

- The CFD sent Pascal an
assistant after he got fired.

That's how well they're keeping
track of paperwork right now.

- You know, you may
actually get away with this.

- I feel better already.

- [sighs]

- How's it looking?

- Well, I see no cracks,
no hydraulic leaks.

It's just a little
superficial damage, that's all.

- That was lucky.

So what's next?

- Well, I'll email you
the inspection log,

we'll tag it in the system,
and that's that.

You're good to go.
- Great.

Hey, thank you.

Thanks for coming out so fast.

- No problem.

- Oh, good news.

Truck is cleared for use.

- That is good news.
- Mm-hmm.

- But it never should have been
taken out in the first place.

- Anytime the aerial takes an
impact, it has to be inspected.

- I know that.
What I'm saying is,

why was it in a position where
a vehicle could hit it at all?

- That was the only angle
that we could

safely access the plywood.
- Yeah.

Then prove it.

I want a full written account
before our briefing.

[soft tense music]

- Yes, Chief.

♪ ♪

[door shuts]

[engine rumbling]

[engine cuts off]

- All right, I say we split up
and see if we can find

anything the truck might
have left behind

that gives us a make or model.

- Copy.

- So, uh,

what do you know about this
interim chief, Hopkins?

- Just the reputation.

Guys say he's a real hard-ass.

- Oh, perfect.
Just what we need.

- I don't think
we'll see him that much.

He's got to cover
a bunch of houses.

- Wait.

That makes you
the new ranking officer.

- Well, technically I was
when Pascal was out.

- No, wait.
But this is different.

With no chief on site,

you're the head
of the house now.

- Hey, we got something.

[suspenseful music]

Check it out--
double track marks.

- Looks like our truck slammed
the brakes after impact.

- OK, so?

- So we got the width
of the truck.

- Yeah, I don't want
to be negative,

but that's not
too much to go on.

- No, but if we can figure out
the angle of the aerial

when it took the hit,
that'll give us

the height of the truck too.

Width plus height
gives us dimensions.

- And then we can pull the
make and model off of that.

- All we have to do
is the math.

- Obviously,
it's my first shift back,

so I'm still
getting up to speed,

but that's how I see
the rotations working

for the three-man rig.

- This is good work.

Everything seems
to be in order.

- Glad to hear it.

- Except one thing.

Got a call from 40.

Your former chief
says you failed

to turn in the after-action
report of the funeral attack.

Is that true?

- I was hoping that
particular item might have

slipped through the cracks.

- Well, it didn't,
and now it's on my radar,

so I need you to get it done.

- I'll get right to it.

It'll be my best one yet.

- I don't doubt it.

Your reports were always
my favorite to read.

You've got a real way
with words, Mouch.

- Well, thank you, Chief.

I do try.

Hey, Chief, if I may ask,
what's next for you?

- What do you mean?

- Well, a guy
with your pedigree,

I have to imagine departments
are lining up to bring you in.

- Former colleague of mine's
a DDC in Phoenix.

He's been trying
to recruit me for months,

but that's not gonna happen.

- You don't like the weather?

- The CFD says that I'm unfit
to be a battalion chief.

I think I'm gonna take
that as a sign

that maybe it's my time.

- Well, respectfully, Chief,
they're wrong.

- This wasn't some thoughtless
observation they made, Mouch.

- Neither is mine.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- That'll be all, Lieutenant.

- Chief--
- That'll be all.

♪ ♪

.

- There you are.

Been looking
all over for you.

- Chief's got everybody
doing three jobs today,

and apparently I'm the head
of inventory now.

What's with the face?

- Pascal's throwing
in the towel.

- Yeah,
tell that to my workload.

- No, I'm serious.

He says he's done
with firefighting for good.

- Well, can you blame him?

I mean, after the way
they treated him?

- No, what I'm saying is,
it doesn't matter how

the CFD treated Pascal
or what they said,

not when it comes to him
determining his future.

But right now,

he just can't see beyond that.

- Is this a guilt thing?

Because you coming back
to 51 has got nothing to do

with Pascal getting the boot.

- No, that's not it.

When the CFD tried to push
me out, Pascal fought for me.

I can't turn
my back on him now,

not when I know
he's got more to give.

I owe him that.

- Yeah.

I get it. I do.

But I don't know how
you're gonna do that.

Pascal, he is not
the easiest guy to reach.

- No, he is not.

- And I doubt some
flowery speech is gonna

get him to change his mind.

- Maybe it doesn't have
to be a speech.

- Yes, Officer McKinnon
said he forwarded the intel

from the traffic division.

It should be in your inbox.

Yeah, I'm good to hold.

- Hey.
What's the update?

- I'm on with CPD Records.

They're pulling
all registrations

that match our make and model.

- They're just starting now?

We got that information
a half an hour ago.

- This kind of thing takes
a minute, you know?

They gotta cross-check
multiple databases,

leads, NCIC,
the Illinois State office.

They're moving as fast
as they can.

- Tell them to move faster.

[soft tense music]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

- How was the scene?

- Well, we got
the type of truck.

It's a late-model 5-ton.

Cruz is working with PD now
to cross-check

vehicle registrations.

- That sounds promising.

- Let's hope so.

You meet with Pascal?

- Mm-mm.

No, he wants me to do
a full write up on the call.

Apparently he thinks what
happened is somehow my fault.

- What? Really?

- Yes.

Yeah, he came at me
pretty hard.

It was harder than
he has in a while,

and, um,

I just thought we were past
this dynamic.

- Well, the CFD's come down

pretty hard on him, too,
lately.

Maybe he's just
redirecting that.

- Sure.

I just don't understand why
it's always gotta land on me.

[knocks on door]
- Hey.

So I just got off with CPD.

They say they have
120 white 5-tons registered

to the greater Chicago area.
- Damn.

- Yeah, doesn't really
narrow our field.

- Well, we gotta find
a way to do that.

We're running out of time.

- Are we sure that
the truck is white?

- Yeah. Why?

- Well, the mechanic
who was here said

that there was
some superficial damage

on the ladder.

And in the inspection log,
he called it discoloration.

- Does it say what kind?

- No, just that it needs to be
touched up at some point.

- The touch-up,
has it been done yet?

- Mm-mm, not yet.

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

[camera shutter clicking]

- Got it.

♪ ♪

Is it just me, or does
that look green to you?

- Yeah, it does.

- They painted the box truck.

- Must have scraped off
the previous coat on impact.

- And the CPD has been
pulling registrations

on white 5-tons.

- They've been looking
for the wrong color.

They just didn't know it.

I'll call McKinnon.

♪ ♪

- Hey, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant.

Why don't you let me
take it from here?

- No, I got it, Cruz.

- Aren't you supposed to have
that briefing with the chief?

- It's gonna have to wait.

- Till when?

It's his last shift.

Cruz, when I saw
that truck coming,

I thought I was
about to lose Stella.

♪ ♪

That could have happened.

I'm gonna be the one
to find this guy.

- Understood.

♪ ♪

- Hello?

Yeah.
Sounds good.

- OK, I've got incident reports
from two other houses

for you to finalize.

I found three payroll
discrepancies,

and I need your signature on
these adjusted shift rosters.

- I'm still working on
the first stack you gave me.

- Well, try to keep up.

- How is it that you've gotten
more work done here in a day

than the rest of us have
in a month?

- I'm good at what I do.

Signature, please.

- You know, a busy house
like this could use

somebody to keep it in order.

Shame they're gonna lose you.

- I appreciate that,

but I'm not
letting this job go.

- All right, Chief, here is
every piece of turnout gear

in the building accounted for.

You need anything else, sir?

- Actually, yes.

- Work order approval.

- Apparently, you requested
a second shelf

in the officer's quarters?

- Yeah, that was for Mouch.

- What's the status?

- Construction hit a snag.

- I can't sign off on
that form until it's built.

- You're really dotting
those i's, huh, Chief?

- Just get it done, Herrmann.
[alarm blares]

- Truck 81, Engine 51,
Ambo 149.

Motor vehicle accident,
Ashland and West 18th.

[siren wailing]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- All right, Mouch,
hit the engine.

Herrmann, Ballard,
check the cab.

- Copy.
- Tell me this doesn't look

exactly like the hit and run.

It's empty!

- Hold on.

♪ ♪

- It's a late model
5-ton, green paint.

It's him.
- Yep.

- Guys, fan out.

Let's find him.

Don't let him get away.

Mouch, call CPD.
- Copy!

.

- Hey.

- Hey, I'm the one who
called in about the crash.

- You see where
the driver went?

- Yeah, he stumbled
off that way.

- Back behind here?

- Yeah, he looked
pretty messed up.

[tense music]

- Just send the damn tow.

I said I'll pay whatever.

♪ ♪

- Hang up the phone.

- I don't need help.

Hello?
Hello?

Damn it.
- Hang it up.

- Hey!

The PD's already on their way.

You're not getting out of this.

- Why don't you mind
your business?

- Hey, come on, we're
taking you to the medics.

- No, don't touch me.

I swear to God, I'll sue.
- All right.

- I got a lawyer.
- Hey, hey.

Your lawyer know you almost
killed a firefighter?

- Hey, hey.

♪ ♪

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- You're gonna need
a better excuse than that.

- I didn't do anything.

- Save it.

Take him to the medics.

- Go.
- Come on.

♪ ♪

- Call Severide.

Tell him we got a suspect
for him to ID.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

- Cruz, grab Capp and Tony.

We're going for a ride.
- What's going on?

- I just talked to Herrmann.

Kidd says they found
our hit and run suspect.

- That's great.

- I'm telling Pascal that
we're heading to Med

to make the ID.

Meet me at the rig.

- You want me
to loop in McKinnon?

- No.

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

- Did squad leave
to ID the driver?

- Yeah, they're on
their way to Med now.

Chief's waiting in his office
for your final briefing.

- Tell him I will
be right there.

♪ ♪

As you can see, the aerial
had to go over the street

because every other option
had obstructions that

would have compromised safety.

- Well, your safety
was compromised.

- By a drunk driver,
which was a variable

that we could not control.

Unless you think I should
have accounted for that too.

- You got a problem accounting
for your actions?

- No. I just don't understand

why I am the only lieutenant
who has to.

- It was your rig
that took the hit.

- I'm not just talking
about this call, Chief.

You have been hardest on me
since day one,

harder than Severide,
Mouch, Herrmann.

I don't believe that
I'm imagining it.

- It's true.

I have been harder
on you than the rest.

- Why?

- Well, I suppose
it's because I...

see so much of myself in you.

Maybe that's not fair,

but I never would have put you
through it if I didn't know

you'd rise to the challenge.

[soft dramatic music]

- I--I thought that I

was doing something wrong,

just falling short somehow.

- Then that was a failure
of communication on my part.

♪ ♪

So let me be clear
with you now.

You are an exceptional leader,
Lieutenant,

and I am proud to have
been your chief.

I know you've just
suffered a deep loss,

and you'll have
to rally from that.

But you also have
to own your success,

not be afraid of it.

Those commendations
in your office

aren't meant to be hidden.

Make people see
what I see in you.

- And what is that?

- Endless potential.

Good luck, Lieutenant.

♪ ♪

- Thank you, Chief.

- Dismissed.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- You want us to come with you?

♪ ♪

- No.

- Hey, you're just going in
to ID this guy, right?

- Wait here.

♪ ♪

.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Hey.

- Cruz, I ordered you
to wait outside.

- Why?

What are you planning
to do to that guy?

- That guy almost
killed my wife.

- You think just 'cause
you're not wearing the jacket,

you're not CFD anymore?

Lieutenant, this house needs
you now more than ever.

If you don't want that
responsibility, that's fine.

But don't go wrecking your
career just to get out of it.

- That's not what I'm doing.

- Then don't go in that room.

- Lieutenant Severide.

I've been trying to reach you.

Med tipped me off
about our suspect.

Wanted you to confirm
he's the same guy

from your incident.

- He hasn't seen him yet.

- Take a look at this, then.

♪ ♪

Is he the one
from the hit and run?

♪ ♪

- That's him.

- His tox screen
came back three times

over the legal limit,
and he already had two DUIs

on his record before this.

So that's jail time
right there.

- And you're going after him
for the hit and run too, right?

- Thanks to Lieutenant
Severide's statement, yeah.

Good thing you saw him.

I'm gonna let my Sarge know
you made the ID.

- You heard that, right?

He's gonna pay
for what he did.

You got him.

- I heard him.

- Good.

And look, um...

I know I disobeyed a direct
order coming in here after you.

I'm sorry.

[soft uplifting music]

- I'm not.

♪ ♪

Let's get out of here.

♪ ♪

[knocks on door]
- You got a sec, Chief?

- Come on in.

- I thought you
might like to know

that not only did I complete
the shelf project early,

I also put together a little
something to commemorate

your time here at 51.

- What is it?

- Read the top.

- "Chief Pascal's Cell Block."

- Yeah, it is where
everybody is gonna

dump their cell phones
during chow,

just like you taught us.

- It's nice to be remembered
for something.

- Hey, nobody will forget
what you did here,

especially for Mouch,
what you sacrificed.

- You sacrificed
something for him too.

Guess we have that in common.

- Not much else, though.

I'll see you around, Chief.

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

- Lieutenant.

- Chief.

I was just getting ready
for our sit down.

- You don't need it.

You know what you need to know.

- Yeah,
I'm not so sure about that.

I almost crossed a line
last night.

If Cruz hadn't been there,

I'm not sure what would
have happened.

- But he was there.

That's what your company's for,

to hold you accountable.

I seem to remember you did
the same for me after Monica.

Being ready isn't
a feeling, Lieutenant.

It's a decision.

- You know,
everyone was planning

on walking you out after shift.

- Yeah, I know. That's--

that's why I'm leaving now.

- [chuckles]

Chief.

- Lieutenant.

One more thing.

Check with Lucy.

I left you something.

[engine turns over]

Mouch?

- Glad I caught you.

My report on
the funeral attack.

I finished it.

- That's for your chief at 40,
not me.

- I know you said you're
done with firefighting,

but before you walk away,

I would just ask that
you read this.

- I really don't want
to revisit all that.

- You said you liked
my writing.

[light music]

♪ ♪

- Goodbye, Mouch.

- Chief.

♪ ♪

As they are in this report,
the events surrounding

the attack on
Chief Cranston's funeral

are well documented.

But being a matter
of public record,

this Lieutenant felt
it necessary to give

special recognition
to the efforts

of Battalion Chief
Dominic Pascal.

His courage, commitment,

and heroism on that day

are a reflection of a storied
career in firefighting.

♪ ♪

A career that shaped leaders--

♪ ♪

--that valued brotherhood,

communication, accountability.

A career that saw him fight
for his people,

to make sure they were
where they belonged.

♪ ♪

The Chicago Fire Department
is privileged to have

had Chief Pascal serve
among their ranks.

Leadership like his
is rare and needed.

In this lieutenant's opinion,
it is his calling.

♪ ♪

- All right.

I'm heading out.

- Hey, did Chief manage to help
you get your old job back?

- No, actually.

I'm gonna stay at 51.

I'll wait for them
to drag me out.

See you next shift.
- Yeah.

Hey.

Chief said he left me
something here in the office.

Do you happen to know
what that is?

- He didn't just leave you
something in the office.

He left you the office.

♪ ♪

- And for those who worked
under Pascal,

we strive to live up
to the standard he set.

[uplifting music]

♪ ♪

.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]