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- Tell me these don't

look exactly the same.

I think one arsonist

set both fires.

They both have

the same contractor,

Jimmy Conrad,

who also has an arrest record.

- We can celebrate

when we nail this guy.

- Kidd sees the way

she was looking at you,

Seager's gonna

get her ass kicked.

- What do you mean?

- Blowtorches?

Flares?

- Pyro central.

- This guy was turning walls

into flash paper.

[suspenseful music]

[spark sizzles]

♪ ♪

- No sudden movements

unless you wanna see fireworks.

- Where are you gonna go?

There's a dozen cops up there.

- I said hold still.

- Just put the flare down,

and let's walk out of here.

♪ ♪

[grunting]

- Ah!

- [grunts]

Ugh!

[grunting]

- [grunts]

- Ugh!

[grunting]

- Ah!

[explosion booms]

- [coughing]

Conrad, call out!

Conrad!

- Help me!

- [coughing]

[grunting]

[both coughing]

[grunts]

Just stay still

or you'll make things worse.

When I say "go" I want you to

move your leg from the shelf.

You hear?

- Do it!

- [grunts]

[both grunting]

Go!

- [grunting]

[both grunting]

What's wrong?

- The stairs.

We're trapped.

.

- What do we do?

- All right,

we're gonna make a run for it,

and hope you won't

get us both killed.

- No, no, no, no.

- Ready?

On three.

One.

Two.

- Severide!

- [coughs]

[both coughing]

- Why?

Why'd you come back?

- I'm a firefighter.

- All right, let's go.

- [grunts]

[handcuffs click]

♪ ♪

- All right, well,

I still believe in you.

Hey, you've got company.

- Mm.

[sighs]

Scared the hell out of me.

- I'll give you two some space.

- Kay, listen up.

I know you all have questions

about Lieutenant Severide,

but at this moment

I do not have any answers,

So let's just focus

on the shift ahead, shall we?

Okay, only one

announcement today:

This morning I received

a phone call from headquarters.

They are revaluating

deployment data.

As a result, they have decided

in their infinite wisdom

to make a slight adjustment

to our operational boundaries.

- Uh-oh.

- Starting today, there will be

a several block overlap

with the fine men and women

of Firehouse 20.

- Ah...

- Damn.

- The official firehouse

of the "Sun-Times."

- A bunch of glory hogs,

every one of 'em.

- Your opinion is duly noted.

Ah, Kidd.

- Hi.

- Severide's status?

- Uh, he--

minor smoke inhalation.

No serious wounds.

He was cleared for duty.

Uh, back to OFI, that is.

- Appreciate the update.

Um, that's all for now.

You are all dismissed.

- What was that?

The second the chief

mentioned 20

you were about to

jump out of your skin.

- What do you mean?

I was just, uh, reacting

like everyone else.

- Mm-mmm.

That was different.

Dramatic.

- Okay, so, um...

the medic over there

is just the absolute worst.

We went through EMT training

together at the academy.

Bad attitude,

super competitive,

always looking for

an opportunity to fight.

I tried to get along,

but by the end,

I would've locked myself

in the academy smoke box

just to create distance

between us.

Anyway.

You didn't hear that from me.

♪ ♪

- There you are.

Finish inventory?

- Sorry, uh, I got--

I got caught up.

- Oh, well come on,

I'll give you a hand.

I was thinking

if we finish quick

we can run and grab a smoothie.

- Yeah, yeah--okay.

[alert chimes]

- Truck 81,

Engine 51, Ambo 61.

Automobile accident,

3750 Milwaukee Avenue.

[siren blares]

- Street racers.

Broad daylight.

- You think they'd

have sense enough

to scatter

after the accident.

- Sense is not

their strong suit.

[siren stops]

- See the rims

on that Viper, though?

- Gallo, set up a perimeter

and wait for my orders.

- You got it, Captain.

- You two,

check that mail truck.

- Copy that.

- Herman.

Get an extinguisher

on this fire.

- Copy that.

- Don't worry, ma'am.

- Hang tight.

- We'll get you out.

- Hey.

Hey, you gotta move.

Hey, you gotta get outta here.

- Hey, can you hear me

in there?

- You need to get

me outta here.

- We're working on it.

- No, no, no, no, bro.

You don't understand.

You need to get me out

of here right now.

[nitrous oxide whistles]

- Gallo,

we got a critical situation!

Give me the jaws!

- On my way.

- Got a bottle of nitrous oxide

ready to blow any moment.

Hey, Artez!

Grab a hose line, open her up.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Ma'am?

Can you hear me?

- Strike.

Strike.

Strike.

[whistling intensifies]

[machine buzzing]

- Casey!

This nitrous is ready to blow!

- Yeah, we're almost there.

Gallo, be ready

to rip and run on my mark.

- Yeah. Ready, Captain.

[sirens blaring distantly]

- Hey!

Stay back and take cover!

[whistling intensifies]

- Time's up!

- Go, now!

[explosion booms]

.

- Hey.

- [grunts]

- Come on, get up.

- You three all right?

- Yeah, I'm good.

- All right, come on.

- Gallo?

- Take it easy, pal.

I've got my girls pulling up.

They'll take care of you.

- Thank you.

- Right this way, man.

- Was a hell of a save,

Captain.

Greg Delaney,

Engine Captain of 20.

- Matt Casey.

Thanks for the assist.

- What'd you expect?

It's our specialty.

- She's conscious.

Barely breathing.

Severe trauma to the jaw.

- Okay, copy that.

- Yeah.

- We got her.

- Got it?

- Too much trauma

for oral intubation.

Let's go nasotracheal.

- I can do it.

- That's okay, I got it.

- Right, but what I'm saying

is I have surgical expertise--

- Foster,

I know what I'm doing.

- Without fiberoptic support--

- Please, just give me the bag.

♪ ♪

[victim whimpering softly]

Take a breath.

- [inhales]

- There we go--we go.

- [wheezing]

- All right, take a listen.

[faint hissing]

- You're in.

- All right,

help me secure this tube.

Let's get her to med.

- Hey, what are you doing?

Oh, well, that figures.

Gallo, I'm not sure

if anyone's told you,

but you can't just yank

a victim out like a ragdoll

and collar them afterward.

- Okay, hold on,

you didn't see what happened.

There was a can

of nitrous oxide--

- Prep some fentanyl for the

pain while I check his vitals.

- Okay.

- Oh, I'm sorry,

is there something that

you really need to get off

your chest right now,

or can I start

treating my patient?

- Well, she wasn't

what I was expecting.

- Really?

What were you expecting?

- I don't know.

Someone scarier.

But she seems cool, and smart.

And cute.

- Dude.

She's not cute.

- Gallo, I'm gay,

but I'm not blind.

Hey, you have a thing for her?

- Okay, you're nuts.

- Oh, you do.

I see it.

A little flame,

right there above your heart.

- I need to put these

in the rig.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I see you.

You can run,

but you can't hide.

[laughs]

My guy.

- Look at all this junk.

- One person's junk

is another person's

private thoughts on paper.

- Mouch.

This is a cash-for-gold ad.

Normal people don't use

the post office anymore.

- I know it's--

it's hard to imagine,

with your email

and Facebook and Myspace,

but there's something

about the written word

that can't be replicated

in electrons.

- Hmm.

You're right.

I can't imagine it.

- [sighs]

- I'll hand it to you,

Lieutenant,

you got a flare for the heroic.

You went well above

the call of duty

to apprehend

a professional arsonist.

While freeing an innocent man.

- Just doing what

I was assigned to do.

- And in the process,

you broke, let's see--

one, two--I'll round up and say

a thousand standing orders,

maxed out your overtime

for a year,

nearly got yourself killed,

to close a case

that was already closed.

- Captain--

- Severide.

You are one of the most

gifted investigators

I've ever met,

and you're fired.

- Sir, I--

- At least, that's what I plan

to tell the commissioner

when I speak to him

this afternoon.

I'll ask you to be transferred

back to Squad 3

with all possible haste.

That ought to resolve

any obligations

you have to the man.

- I appreciate that.

- Not as much as I do.

Thanks again.

Now, go back to 51

and do what you do best.

- [chuckles]

- [sighs]

So, what's the upshot?

- Getting transferred

back to 51.

- Well, you got your reprieve.

Can't say

I won't miss the help.

- Well, as long as you're here,

OFI's in good hands.

- Thanks, Kelly.

Means a lot.

[somber music]

I'll see you around.

- Hey.

You know, don't be a stranger.

Just because

you're back on squad

doesn't mean I won't

need help from time to time.

And besides, you'll miss us.

- [laughs]

- And you also strike me

as a guy

who has a hard time

being tied down to one thing.

♪ ♪

- You've got my number.

- [sighs]

- Casey,

we're missing the jaws.

- Well, uh...

I 100% put 'em back.

- Maybe the guys

from Firehouse 20

thought we loaded

theirs by mistake?

- I'll make a call.

- It's okay.

- What's this?

- Just some reorganizing.

- Looks like

a lot of reorganizing.

- Yup, put up with this

outdated system

for way too long.

If my attending physician

at Lakeshore saw 61,

he'd have a fit.

- [clears throat]

Um, I spoke to med.

They said the postal worker's

recovering well.

I know you were worried

about the intubation.

- I didn't say I was worried.

Just said

I had more experience.

- Where'd you put the Narcan?

- Top shelf, with the secured

meds where they belong.

- No, Foster,

that's not gonna work.

- Why?

- If someone's having an OD,

we don't have time to mess

with locked cabinets.

And if we're gonna

change anything,

we gotta run it past

the other shifts first.

Would you mind, please,

putting things back

the way they were?

- Fine.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Anything else, boss?

- No.

That's it.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

- Something going on?

- Look, sometimes,

command gets to people's heads.

That's all I'm gonna say.

- Hello...

- What's that?

- Must've stuck to my boot

when we were cleaning up

that postal truck.

- [chuckles]

Whoa.

What are these letters?

FMH, TML,

TML.

Some kinda code?

- Huh.

[alert chimes]

- Truck 81, Police Assist,

8617 South Wolcott.

- Nah.

[siren blares]

[truck hisses]

- What happened here?

- Sorry about the call.

No fire, we just need

a pair of bolt cutters.

- Kidd, bolt cutters.

- Copy that, Captain.

- This a robbery?

- Yeah.

A group of scumbags rolled up

in a muscle car.

Knocked the old guy out,

busted open the cash machine

with some type of power tool.

Not sure what they used,

but it'd take

a hell of a Mikita

to crack that thing open.

- Or a rescue tool

like our jaws.

- Wanna take a look?

- Yeah.

- Just try and relax.

We'll get you free in a minute.

- You got it?

- I've never seen that before.

.

- This the tool

you're talking about?

- [sighs]

That's it.

- Don't suppose you recognize

our friend over here?

- Never seen him before.

He must've been

at the crash site.

That's where we last saw

the jaws.

- What's your assessment in

terms of getting our tool back?

- Oh. None.

- Excuse me?

- No disrespect,

but the department's got

a lot higher priorities.

I know you do important work,

and you need your tool--

- Someone could have died.

If we'd been called straight

to another incident and found--

- I get it.

I get it.

I'm on your side.

I'm just saying how it is.

These guys

aren't criminal masterminds.

Eventually, they'll get cocky,

get caught,

and we'll get

your property back to you.

- We appreciate you

taking the report.

- Of course.

Keep up the good work.

- They beat up an old man.

They chained him to a bike rack

like a dog.

- Did you put in

for a new replacement tool?

- I did.

A good set of jaws

runs 10 grand a pop.

The best the department

can provide for now

is an old decommissioned loaner

with a busted motor.

Even that'll take a few days

to get through processing.

- I'll see what pressure

I can bring to bear,

but in the meantime,

eyes forward.

- I'm not saying

Violet's not smart, okay?

She's super smart, and she's

really good at what she does,

and yeah, she always has

a bunch of guys circling her

who don't stand a chance

in hell, but that's--

You don't know her

like I do, okay?

- Well, explain.

- She always used to flex

in class.

Trying to one-up me,

getting in my space,

smiling,

like it was a challenge.

- Ooh.

See what I mean?

- Ugh, definitely.

- [laughs]

- What?

- Oh, brother, you got it bad.

[both laughing]

- No, you guys aren't getting

what I'm saying.

She's the devil.

- Who's the devil?

- No one.

What'd the police say?

- Confirmed what we thought.

They had security footage.

Said not to hold our breath

about getting the tool back.

- Damn.

I'm sorry, Captain.

I feel responsible.

- You're not.

You did your job.

Get some rest.

See you next shift.

- You said they showed you

a photo?

Just maybe there's

something else we can try.

The guy that took the tool

was probably with those street

racers on the scene, right?

- That's the assumption.

- Okay, I'm not

naming any names,

but I have a few friends

that are big into custom cars.

They might have a line

on the shop

that does racing modifications.

We could ask around.

See if anyone knows something.

- Next!

- Yes, I was wondering

if you can help me.

I'm a fellow public servant

working out of Firehouse 51.

Anyway, we were at the scene

of an accident yesterday--

uh, one of your colleagues,

and I seem to have

inadvertently brought this

back to the station with me

on the sole of my boot.

- Sir, I cannot accept

this item from you

without an address

or proper postage.

- Right, but look here.

Someone already paid

for the postage.

- There's no address

on this item.

- But don't you have some

sort of dead letter office?

- That is strictly for items

already within

the postal system.

- [sighs]

- I cannot accept this item

from you without an address

and proper postage, sir.

- [sighs]

Okay.

You know what

the problem is here?

- That your item doesn't have

an address or proper postage?

- No. No.

The problem

is a chronic lack of respect

for written correspondence.

A-a-a dereliction

of the solemn vow you made,

that neither snow, nor rain,

nor gloom of night,

would stop you d-d--

however it goes!

[groans]

- Next!

[machinery buzzing]

- Owner's name is Cole.

That's all I know.

- Whoa.

That's something, ain't it?

- Eh, I don't know.

It's too fast, too--

- Excuse me.

We don't do walk-ins.

Appointment only.

Strictly by referral.

- We're not customers.

Not sure if you heard

about that accident

over on Milwaukee

the other day.

That ATM being robbed

around the corner.

- I fix cars.

You got a question

about a suspension system,

maybe I can help you.

- How 'bout a client?

- You a cop?

- Firefighter.

[ominous music]

I see you've got a lot

of acetylene

being improperly stored.

Might have to call

headquarters.

Get an inspector

down here ASAP.

- Yeah.

♪ ♪

- The guy with the face tats.

He ever got any work done here?

Yeah, I recognize that truck.

Saw it at the scene yesterday.

- You got a name?

Address?

License?

- Does it look like

I keep records?

Cash business, my friend.

He's been in a few times.

Lowered springs,

tinted windows.

Beyond that...

- I spend too many hours

pulling your customers

out of flaming wrecks.

- Hey, I just do the mods.

What these kids do with 'em,

their business.

- Keep telling yourself that.

- Unbelievable.

What did I tell ya?

Glory hogs,

every single one of them.

- Hermann, it's not like

they pick the cover

of the daily paper.

- Hey, don't kid yourself.

I bet these guys

got reporters on speed dial.

Look, I don't care

about the press,

it's just that

this was our incident,

and us not marking our

territory sets a bad precedent.

- Gentlemen!

- Hey, look who it is!

The princes of Engine 20!

You guys slummin' it down here

at Molly's?

- Well, I figured

since we're working together

we should be drinking together.

Whoa.

Wh--

I had no idea--

they got my good side.

Fellas, first round's on me.

- There you go, Captain.

Just for you.

- Standing order 12.

- Really?

- In the interest of preventing

any medical complications

from spinal injury,

any patients with...

- This is the girl.

- An indication of neck trauma

require the administration

of a cervical collar

before transportation.

- You memorized that?

- You didn't?

- Okay, Violet.

Quiz me.

- Standing order 89.

- "A patient whose behavior

"suggests lack

of cognitive capacity

can neither consent to

nor refuse care."

Boom.

SO-41.

- Duh.

"Contamination

of the crime scene or evidence

is to be avoided."

Please.

That's really

the best you've got?

- I guess this is how

overachievers flirt.

- [chuckles]

- [scoffs]

- Hey, lady.

Whatcha doing all alone?

- [sighs]

I wanted to hang,

and now that I'm here,

feeling antisocial, I guess.

- Is this about Foster?

- Did you notice too?

- Well, I noticed that

she's riled up about something.

That's all.

- Hey, out of the blue,

she starts challenging

my authority as PIC,

going on about

her med school experience.

I mean, it's really insulting.

I mean, I--

I'm trying to be accommodating,

but I have a limit.

- Well, can you tell her that?

Directly?

- I gotta go.

I'm not up for this tonight.

- Um, I'm sorry.

Did I interrupt something?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Sylvie.

Sylvie.

God, if you have something

to say, say it to my face.

- Will you stop

acting so entitled?

You have been on my case

since yesterday.

You had no business questioning

my medical ability

on that call.

I'm the Paramedic in Charge,

we had a patient's life

on the line.

- That's exactly why

I spoke up.

I have the experience,

and a nasotracheal intubation--

- Is a risky procedure,

but it's one that I have

personally performed

dozens of times in the field.

- Okay, well,

I couldn't have known that.

- Emily, you didn't

have to know that.

It wasn't your call to make.

[sighs] You may think

that your education

makes you a better paramedic

than me,

but I earned my place as PIC

after years of experience

in the field.

I chose this life.

It wasn't a backup plan.

It wasn't a consolation prize.

So if you don't respect

that fact...

Maybe you need to see if some

other house will take you in,

because I am losing

my patience fast.

♪ ♪

.

- It was ugly.

Like, reality show ugly.

And then once

Brett stormed out,

it kinda killed the vibe

at Molly's

for the rest of the night...

well...

- I'm sure

they'll figure it out.

- Oh, my sweet, beautiful,

emotionally stunted man.

[both laughing]

[phone buzzes]

- You got a text.

What's the thanks for?

- Seager had

a couple questions.

Some cases we didn't

have time to close out.

- So this Seager is kind of

sticking around for a bit?

- Maybe, if she needs help.

It's just work.

I swear.

- Totally.

I get it.

- Whatcha doin'?

- Seeing if I can make sense

of this code.

Find out who the letter

belongs to.

- Oh.

No luck at the post office?

- Oh, you mean

the living monument

to the demise

of public service.

- Sorry I asked.

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

- My--my dad used to travel

for work,

and long distance calls

were expensive back then,

but we had these.

I still remember the way

he'd draw his R's,

the type of ink he'd use...

Even the smell

of his cigarettes on the page.

It was like he was in the room

with me.

♪ ♪

This...

This is that for someone.

- Can I see?

♪ ♪

Okay.

- Why didn't I think of that?

- [laughs]

[laughs]

Now... at least you know

where it belongs.

- Oh!

There he is!

Return of the king!

- Whoo, whoo!

[applause]

- Hey!

- Whoo, whoo!

- Ayo!

- I'm sorry, do I know you?

- All right, cut it out.

[laughter]

All right, just for that

let's start the day

by setting up a Denver drill.

I wanna see how sloppy

ya'll got while I've been gone.

[groans and laughter]

- I'll show you sloppy.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

Of course.

Why?

- You've got your

"angst with Severide" face on.

I haven't seen that in a while.

- [sighs]

All right, last year,

when all that business

with Tyler happened,

I gave Kelly a really hard time

about being jealous,

and now I'm getting

a really bad hit...

From this OFI partner of his.

And I'm--

I'm kind of in a corner,

because I can't do

the same thing, right?

- No.

No, no, no.

No, both of you.

With me.

Now. Come on.

You there.

[somber music]

I really don't want

to be getting

in the middle of your drama,

but I have to say my piece.

There are three women

on this shift.

We need each other.

We can't be doing this.

So I am asking, for a minute,

set aside your own stuff,

and just hear each other out.

Because 51 needs you.

And I need you.

Truce?

[alert chimes]

- Truck 81, Engine 51,

Ambo 61, Squad 3.

Structure fire,

1056 North Kedvale Ave.

[sirens blare]

- Lieutenant, if you need

any refreshers

on how to use the Halligan...

- Keep talking, Capp.

I'll have you on

bathroom detail for the week.

- Main to inbound units.

1056 North Kenvale,

we have a two-story greystone.

Visible flames

on the north and west windows.

Juvenile victims trapped.

- We got kids.

- Hey, man, this is Engine 20.

We're here with Squad 1

Only about a block away

from Kedvale.

We'd be happy

to pick up that call.

- Wow.

Power move.

- Don't you do it, Main.

Don't you even think--

- Copy Engine 20.

That'd be great.

- Glory hogs!

- Truck 81, Squad 3,

remaining inbound units,

return to quarters.

- Cut the sirens.

Party's over.

Copy that, main.

Turning orders.

[truck hisses]

Hey, Gallo.

You see what I see?

- That's him.

[seatbelt clicks]

- 81 to main.

Request police assistance.

Corner of Ashland and Lake.

We have eyes

on a robbery suspect.

- Sorry, repeat that.

Truck 81?

- Just send a patrol.

Quick.

- Copy that, 81.

- Casey, is that him?

- He's running.

Go.

[sirens blare]

[tires screech]

Main, we're in pursuit

of a red Chevy pickup

westbound on Lake.

Subject's wanted on suspicion

of grand larceny

and aggravated assault.

- 51 to 81.

We're on our way.

Maybe we can flank him

on a parallel street.

- Hey, ditto for Squad 3.

Hermann, you go east,

we'll go west.

- It's your call.

- Go for Ambo 61.

We'll race ahead and see if we

can cut him off in the front.

- Copy that.

[sirens blare

and horn honking]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- What's the plan

if we catch him?

- We'll cross that bridge

when we come to it.

Just be careful of bystanders.

- Copy that, Captain.

[horn blares]

- Squadster eastbound on Lake.

He's heading straight for us.

- Watch out!

[tires squealing]

This is Truck 81.

He got away.

He just cut north on Leavitt.

Hermann, can you box him in?

- Nah, Captain, we're too far.

He's gonna blow right past us

before we get

to that intersection.

- We're about to be at Leavitt,

you know we can--

- There he is.

Quick!

Call it in.

Call it in.

- 61 to 81, we've got a visual.

Heading northbound

on to Leavitt.

[tires screech]

- That's it.

He's trapped.

[tires screeching]

[engine revs]

- He can't be serious.

[engine revving]

.

[tires screech]

- Hold our ground.

- Oh, hell, yeah,

I'm holding our ground.

All units, we're at

the dead end on Leavitt.

He's cornered but it looks like

he wants to rush us.

[engine revving]

[tires screech]

Oh, pickles.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Nice job, ladies.

- [laughs]

- [laughs]

[both laughing]

- Pickles?

- I don't know!

It just came out.

Shut up.

- Okay.

[both laughing]

[trucks beeping]

- Whose tools?

all: Our tools!

[cheers and applause]

- That's right!

- It was all you.

- Brilliant.

- Am I gonna want to know

the details

of about how

you got those back?

- Nah, you've got enough

on your plate.

You can cancel

that equipment rack.

- Enough said.

[laughs]

- Hey.

I owe you an apology.

- Talk to me.

[somber music]

- My graduating class

at Northwestern med school

had a mini-reunion and...

just saw some photos online.

Which got me thinking

about the road not taken.

♪ ♪

I've been overcompensating.

- You don't have to.

Foster, you kick ass

at this job.

- [sighs]

- I'm sure you'd kick ass

as a doctor too,

but your life is your choice.

Don't let some photos online

get in your head.

- I hear you.

[sighs]

[tender music]

[both laugh]

[doorbell rings]

- Yes?

- Uh, hi, I'm real sorry

to bother you.

I'm looking for a Debra Wyatt.

- What's this about?

- I, uh, I have something

I think belongs to you.

I ended up with it by accident.

I just wanted to make sure

it reached its destination.

- Where did you find this?

- Well, I'm a firefighter.

We responded to an accident.

A collision with a mail truck.

Stuck to my boot,

if you can believe it.

Bit of an ordeal trying to

figure out where it belongs,

but I understand what it means.

Something like that.

How rare it is.

- No, you don't.

Um...

My husband wrote this

from Kunduz Province.

Uh, he must've sent it

just before he...

[crying]

- Oh, ma'am, I am so sorry.

- I can't even tell you

what this means.

- Well, I would've

brought it sooner,

but the address was gone.

I tried to decipher the letters

on the back looking for a clue.

- These?

- Yeah, I never did crack it.

- [laughs]

It's, um, "From my heart, to my

love, to my home, to my life."

I don't know what to say.

This'll sound strange, but...

It's like you brought him home.

I can't thank you enough.

- It's not strange.

Not strange at all.

♪ ♪

- Oh, so Morris over there,

he gets up there,

he kicks a door down,

and guess what he finds?

Twins.

Little girls

about four years old.

Channel 9 news got a shot

of him coming out the front.

He had a kid under each arm.

[laughs]

That was a hell of a fire.

You guys missed out.

How much do I owe you?

- Six bucks.

- I thought it was three.

- Well, there's an extra tax

for local celebrities.

Yeah.

[both laughing]

- I'll be right back.

- Hey.

- Hey. [laughs]

Heard about your "Dukes

of Hazzard" act yesterday.

Think I might get why you miss

being on the front lines.

- Yeah, it's not all fun

and car chases.

Every once and a while

we fight a fire.

- [laughs]

Look, I know it's not quite

as exciting as all that,

but I pulled another case

I think would be

right up your alley.

Distillery,

out near the port of Chicago.

They're claiming

industrial espionage.

- Mm.

- You know headquarters

detailed some extra staff

to OFI to help lighten

the load, but frankly...

they don't have your eyes.

Thought maybe you and I

could grab lunch tomorrow?

Just to talk it through.

♪ ♪

- Listen, I--

I appreciate you

keeping me in mind,

but I need to put my focus

back where it belongs.

Squad 3, House 51.

Sort of keep myself

tied down to one thing.

- Hear you loud and clear.

Lieutenant,

take care of yourself.

Be safe.

- You too.

♪ ♪

- Hermann would probably let me

sneak out early if you want.

Just the two of us.

- I'd love that.

♪ ♪

- Oh!

- Oh, my God, I am so sorry.

- Aren't firefighters

supposed to be all about

situational awareness?

- Aren't paramedics

supposed to be about

comforting bedside manners?

[whispers]

Sorry.

- Um, what are you doing?

- Helping.

- No.

You're not.

I'm good.

Thanks.

So, I see you're still

walking around

with that swagger of yours.

- Swagger?

- Mm-hmm.

- What about you in

the academy gym every morning

trying to outdo half the guys

without breaking a sweat?

- You were watching me?

- Maybe.

[heavy breathing]

- [laughs]

- Okay, before we go

any further,

we agree this is

a onetime thing--

- Please stop saying

stupid things and kiss me.

- Okay.

[both laugh]

.

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]