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What if I set up a program
where I recruit young women

to be junior firefighters?

Sounds good.

I don't want to cosponsor Girls On Fire

without someone who's dependable.

Wendy Seager.

The woman who threw vibes
at you right in front of me?

Whatever you need, sign me up.

With this baby on the way,

I can't help but feel like

she's just gonna disappear again.

You're mg to Chicago?

Don't worry. We won't invade your space

or your life in any way
that you don't want.

I'm not worried, Julie.

I like the yellow.

It's so warm and sunny for a nursery.

Yeah, but which yellow, saffron ivory

or magnolia summer bloom?

Oh, definitely saffron ivory.

Okay.

Oh, I wanted to ask you guys.

So Scott gets here on Friday
with the rest of our things,

and I thought we'd celebrate
the move to Chicago

with a dinner out.

- Any suggestions?
- Oh, Alfonzo's on Rush,

great Italian.

I'd do Gibsons,

best steak in the city,
and that's saying something.

There's also Swift & Sons.
I love that place.

Oh, guys, okay,
we've got to hit the road,

or we're gonna be late for shift.

Okay, well, thank you, guys,
for the coffee and the advice.

Of course.

Don't do Alfonzo's.

Cruz has really wonky taste
in fine dining.

- I heard that.
- What?

And that is why
we're calling it Girls On Fire.

Hell yeah, it will be challenging,

but you show up, you put in the blood,

sweat, and tears, and this
program could change your life.

We'll have a lot of fun too.

Hey, you, with the gum.

You must have a lot of energy to snap gum

through my whole presentation.

This program could be a great way

for you to channel that energy.

All right, sign-ups are right here.

Thanks for listening.

We know the school made you show up,

but we really appreciate it.

Fun starts next week.

That's the third time
we've done this pitch,

and there's still no takers.

We might need another approach,

one a little less intimidating.

Intimidating.

Can you believe that?

It's a great idea for a program.

I'm sure you'll get sign-ups.

Well, it better be soon,

because Captain Horton says
that if we don't get recruits

by the funding deadline next week,

then he will shut us down.

And not for nothing, but...

Seager has an opinion about everything.

I mean, it must have been tough
for you working with her.

Um, nothing I haven't dealt with before.

Truck 81, Squad 3,
Engine 51, Ambulance 61,

Battalion 25, structure fire...

Hey, back up.

Engine, let's get water on it

before this whole place lights up.

Squad, get inside of that unit.

Give me a primary search.

Truck, clear the room above.

Looks like the fire is working
its way up.

- Joe, you and me upstairs.
- Copy that.

Solid core doors and steel frames.

- Cruz...
- Yeah.

Grab a rabbit tool and catch up with me.

Hey, is there anyone inside?

No, I was just trying to grab...

All right, well,
get back with the others.

- Hey, Capp.
- Yeah.

Get him out of here.

All right, come on.

- Hit it.
- Yep.

Got it.

We got a safety latch, Captain.

Let's go.

Fire department. Call out.

Here, got one.

What the hell?

Give me a hand.

Yep.

Come on.

He was under water in the tub.

No pulse. Cruz, start compressions.

- I got her.
- Smoke inhalation.

Let me see.

- Okay, I got a pulse.
- Yeah.

Will you bag her?

Got it.

Stop compressions.

Oh, pancakes will be ice cold by now.

I'll toss 'em and get lunch started?

Yeah, I'll give you a hand.

You good?

No such thing as "nice try"
in firefighting.

We got one safe.

Let's focus on that.

Well, my parents are coming
in in a couple of weeks

to meet with Julie.

They're really supportive.

Not surprised.

You got one of those super-weird families

where everybody acts
reasonably and gets along.

Tell me if I'm crazy,
but it seemed like you got

a little quiet when Julie left
this morning.

Did I?

I guess... we've been having
so much fun together.

I'm just not sure what's gonna
happen once Scott gets here

and the baby comes.

I'm not sure how I fit in, you know?

Girl, please.

I've seen you and Julie together.

The bond's not gonna break
for anyone or anything.

Okay?

You know, the comics page
used to be funny.

When?

"Calvin & Hobbes," "The Far Side,"

- "Garfield"...
- Ohh.

You were so close to winning
your first argument, Capp.

Oh, my God.

So I just hopped on Reddit,

and there's this thread that says,

"Do you know this firefighter from 2004?"

So I clicked on the link, and behold.

Oh, is that Casey?

- Ohh!
- Oh, Casey.

Oh, my God.

Ohh.

It is from 2004.

That's Shimblecock.

We only worked Engine 128
together for one year.

That's his name?

Shimblecock?

Yep.

What?

So the, uh, the person that
posted this wants to find you.

How should I respond?

Hey, don't, no. It's a trap.

It's one of those Russian
bot farm-type deals,

you know, where they put out little lures

into the cyberspace
trying to reel you in.

What do you think?

Eh, you know, just put out
something vague,

see what he wants.

Okay.

Afternoon.

Help you with something?

Darren Lamar, Milwaukee P.D.

I understand you guys pulled a victim

out of a motel fire this morning,

Caucasian, male, 30s.

That's right, but he didn't make it.

Smoke got to him.

He was dead before the fire started.

How do you figure, Milwaukee?

He was a witness to a homicide

I'm working on up north.

I guess someone didn't want him talking.

Anthony Harris,

14 years old,

good kid.

Thought if he played ball
well enough he'd go to college.

But his older brother
sucked him into the gang life,

and a week ago Tuesday

was shot and killed
outside the Wisconsin Center,

drug deal gone bad.

Damn.

Black kid gets killed selling drugs,

nobody cares, but I do.

That was me once.

I escaped that life, and he
had a chance to do the same.

So I'm working the case as hard as I can.

But I was getting nowhere,
until out of the blue,

I get a call from Brad Whittier
from Chicago.

Our victim at the motel fire.

He was at the
Convention Center last week,

some kind of medical equipment show,

says he has info on Anthony's death,

but he doesn't want to talk on the phone.

Something's got him scared.

So I told him to check into
a motel and wait for me.

By the time I got here, motel's roasted,

Whittier's dead.

And you think this Milwaukee
gang trailed him down here?

All I know for sure
is it's no coincidence.

The Office of Fire Investigation

are looking into it
since it involved a fatality.

Would be helpful if they find
it was arson.

I'm out of my jurisdiction.

I need Chicago Police to treat
Whittier's death as a murder.

I have to get back home and work my case.

But if you people can
figure out who set that fire,

it will tell me who killed
Anthony Harris.

Hey, Chief, can I get a little latitude

to get involved in this one?

Absolutely.

Yo, hey, uh,

the O.P. from
the Reddit thread responded.

And?

Uh, well, I responded to him,

"Why do you want to know who this is?"

And he said... check it out...

"I have something important
I want to say to him."

Purposeful evade.

What did I say? Total sham.

Okay, but counterpoint,

I heard of this firefighter in Oklahoma,

he rescued this old guy,.

Well, 20 years later, the old guy died,

put the firefighter in this will,

left him millions.

What... what was this rescue
about anyway?

No clue.

Well, if we figure where
and when the photo took place,

maybe we can figure out
what the call was.

Okay, let's take a look here.

Um, well, obviously a pizza place.

Hey, Mouch,

isn't that the logo from Goody's Pizza?

Hey, yeah.

They had, what,

maybe half a dozen locations
before they shut down?

Ooh, I am on it.

Okay, what else is in this photo?

Hey.

I had an epiphany.

- Yeah.
- I was thinking

instead of confronting
potential Girls On Fire

face-to-face,
what if we put up slip flyers

all around their neighborhoods?

- Those are pretty sharp.
- Right?

So if a girl walks by, catches her eye,

she'll feel like signing up
is her decision,

no pressure from school or adults.

I mean, it's worth a shot, but, you know,

we better get those up fast.

I was thinking the same thing.

Great.

Be great to get them up today.

Wait, why are you handing me
the whole pile?

I wish I could help,

but I just got assigned a new OFI case,

and it's time-sensitive.

Ah, all right.

- You ready?
- Yep.

Cruz is covering Squad rest of his shift.

See you at home?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Thank you.

Looks like the fire started on this bed.

Guy was a smoker.

I'm not calling it arson
if it turns out he just

dropped his ashes onto the comforter.

Accelerant?

Maybe.

Strange smell.

Here, watch out.

Maybe the fire started
underneath the bed.

Or the accelerant was poured
on top and it soaked through.

Hey, no one goes in this room, okay?

What?

This is a crime scene now.

No one goes in until
the investigation is complete.

You're the boss, my man.

Uh-uh, now, didn't... actually,

social media played a major role in...

in the Arab Spring.

Ahh, that's your example,
the Arab Spring?

- Yeah.
- What are you guys

arguing about?

These two think social media
is dangerous,

while we believe there are benefits

- from having a society...
- No good

comes from the internet.

Herrmann's been saying this for years.

All I can say is,
I don't know what you guys did

to find dates before the internet.

We did it the old-fashioned way.

Went to Canada.

Okay, guys, I blew this up to poster size

so we can start taking a look at it.

Ambulance 61,
man down from unknown causes,

85 Rush Street.

Hurry. We have a situation.

What's the situation?

Wedding proposal gone massively wrong.

Okay.

What happened?

I slipped the ring
into her champagne glass.

She was supposed to take a sip,
and then...

She swallowed it.

All right.

I hear stridor. It's in her trachea.

She's losing consciousness.

Scope and forceps.

- Yep.
- Help me out.

I'm so sorry, Alana.

I just wanted this to be a surprise.

Yeah, let's just give her
some room, okay?

We're welcoming her to the family.

She's a wonderful girl.

You're wonderful, Alana.

Okay, I see it.

It's a beautiful ring.

Here we go, almost.

Come on.

Oh, got it.

Ohh.

Oh, you see?

Yeah, no, it's lovely.

Bleeding has stopped,
and vitals are stable.

Do you want to ride with us?

Oh, well, yeah, we're all coming.

Oh, wait. Um, okay.

- Okay.
- Oh.

I...

Uh, hmm.

Maybe that's the solution to
your Julie and Scott problem.

You don't wait for an invite.

You just say, "Hey, I'm family,

and you show up.

Yep.

Okay, so reflected
in the ambulance's window,

we clearly see a sign
with the letters KED,

Kedzie Avenue.

And there was only one Goody's Pizza

on Kedzie Avenue in 2004.

The intersection of Kedzie
and West Grace.

Also, Goody's is, interestingly enough,

closed on Mondays.

See the closed sign on the window.

Which leads us to conclude
that this photograph

was taken on a Monday.

Now, based on the snow on this awning

versus the way this guy
on the sidewalk is dressed...

It must be the first snow of the year.

Exactly, so all you need to
do is find an incident report

on a Monday sometime between
the end of September

and mid-November on the corner
of Kedzie and Grace.

And you'll have you'll call.

- And you know what else?
- Huh?

She loves to get the last word in.

She just drops a comment
and then scoots away.

Ooh, well, you're the queen
of last word no.

- I know.
- Stapler.

Yeah.

Kelly seems pretty amused
about the whole thing.

He keeps saying that Seager
and me will make a great team

once we iron out all the kinks.

Ohh, but if no one comes
to the sign-up tomorrow,

then the whole thing
is gonna get shut down anyway.

Ooh, these flyers are great.

I'm sure girls will show up.

I hope you're right.

Yeah.

You always knew you wanted
to be a firefighter?

Pretty much, yeah,
right out of high school.

What about you?

Um, no, I had the doctor dream.

That's right.

But you're still in
the medical profession.

You're saving lives.

Yeah.

That doctor dream was
a tough one to shake, though.

Yeah.

Shimblecock.

Spacey Casey,
they still calling you that?

Nobody every called me that but you.

Really? I thought it would catch on.

Well, I wasn't the space
cadet, Shimblecock; you were.

But your name rhymes with "spacey."

What else am I supposed to call you?

How about "Captain"?

Oh, sorry, Captain.

Uh, my chief said you called
about an old incident report.

- Yeah.
- That call finally coming back

to haunt you?

What do you mean?

That was the one where you
pulled the kid's arm out

of his socket pulling him out
of that little Honda, remember?

Oh, right, yeah.

Eight years old, screamed like he was

howling at the moon,
parents threatened to sue.

It was a whole thing,
and you recanted it.

I made the delivery guy move the crib,

like, 100 times.

Nothing looks right.

Oh, I'll come over and take a look.

Oh, no, no, no,
no. You don't have to worry about that.

Scott will be here soon;
I'll make him decide.

Um, look,

I wanted to say... I mean,

I... I hope you won't think
I'm overstepping,

but I would really like
to be included in your family.

I mean, even after Scott gets here

and the baby comes.

Of course you're included.

That's why I wanted all of us to go out

and celebrate the move.

All of us?

Yeah. Yeah.

The reservation at Swift & Sons
is Friday at 8:00.

And I might fall asleep
with my head on the table,

but it was the earliest opening they had.

I figured you and Scott
can just ignore me.

That's so sweet.

I... I didn't realize.

Sylvie, we're moving to
Chicago to be closer to you.

You can knock on our door any time,

day or night, and I mean that.

Preferably night, so you can
help put the baby to sleep.

Oh, and on that note, I have got to go

to the ladies' room
for the umpteenth time.

But I will be back
to polish off those fries.

Okay.

Severide.

You got 'em?

Just came in.

"Sample tests positive
for ignitable liquid residue."

Sounds like arson to me.

They identify the accelerant?

"Peracetic acid,

"a common antimicrobial
disinfectant found in..."

"Janitorial supplies."

What's the plan?

I just want to feel this guy out.

If we get a bad hit off of him,
we don't mess around,

and we call in CPD right away.

Hey, Severide.

What the hell is this?

Fire department.

Anyone in there?

Severide.

hands.

Drop it. Drop it!

Take it easy, tough guy, easy.

I just didn't recognize you. That's all.

I thought someone was trying
to get into the room.

Who took the boards off?

The wind pulled them loose.

I was getting ready to fix them.

The wind, right.

I didn't do anything wrong.

The thing is, Denny,

what happened in there was murder.

So excuse us if we're a little on edge.

What were you up to the day of the fire?

Wait. What?

No, no, no,
I had nothing to do with this.

Look, I can't be getting into
any trouble.

I'm on parole, all right?

The day of the fire
you were getting in our way,

running into the office.

I was trying to get you a master key

so you wouldn't have to go
breaking down our doors.

That's all.

All right, well,
you're not in any trouble.

Sorry for coming at you like that.

Hi.

Hey, hey, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down.

Um... uh,

are you here for Girls On Fire?

Am I the only one or...

Um... yeah.

But hey, what's your name?

Kylie.

Kylie, okay,

I'm about to get very real with you.

I am killing myself trying to get

this program off the ground.

And I'm working with this girl
who is insanely competitive

who used to have a thing
for my boyfriend.

I know, but it's worth it.

Because I know how awesome
this program can be.

Seager and I, we're no good
at selling Girls On Fire.

But we will kick ass running it.

We're firefighters.

And it's the best job in the world,

and you should really check it out.

Okay.

Okay, there you go.

The medical examiner found
no traces of smoke

in Brad Whittier's lungs, only water.

Looks like the killer drown him in a tub

and then torched the place.

You send all this
to our friend in Milwaukee?

Yeah, and Seager's referring
the arson to CPD,

so you'll be glad to hear I'm
focused on Squad again 100%.

This peracetic acid,
you know what it's used for?

Cleaning supplies.

We thought it pointed
toward the janitor, but it...

It's also used for
sterilizing medical equipment.

Now, didn't Detective Lamar say
that our victim

was in Milwaukee on some kind
of medical trade show?

Yeah, he did.

Brad Whittier worked
for a company called...

Hollette Industries.

Hollette.

Yes, they sell medical supplies.

Now, who's more likely to have

peracetic acid on hand,

a gangbanger or
a medical supplies sales rep?

So maybe one of Whittier's coworkers

is all wrapped up in this,

and that's who he was so afraid of.

Look, Chief, I know I just...

Go. I'll cover you.

Thanks.

You figure out that call, Captain?

Yep.

Care you share?

Nope.

Fine. It was a car accident.

I might have jerked a kid's arm
out of its socket

pulling him from a wreck.

Happens all the time
during extraction rescues.

You do what you got to do.

But a civilian doesn't know that.

Better to let it lie, not reach out.

Um, Captain.

Mm-hmm.

I... I responded to the Reddit guy,

and I told him you work at Firehouse 51.

I-I-I didn't know.

How was I supposed to know?

Hi.

Hey.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm just having contractions again.

And I didn't want
to just rush to the hospital

considering what happened last time.

How often?

Oh, I've been timing them.

They're pretty regular like that

every six of seven minutes.

And they're a lot more intense
than last time.

I'm gonna call those real contractions.

Sounds like you're gonna have a baby.

Yeah, well, my due date
is over a month away.

We've delivered healthy babies

way more pre-term than this.

Don't worry.

Oh, God, Scott's at a conference.

I don't know if I can get a hold of him.

Let's just get you to the hospital,

and I'll call Scott and track him down.

- You good with the wheel?
- You know it.

Let's go.

Okay.

There you go.

We're all still reeling from the news.

I mean, what was Brad doing

in the motel room in the first place?

None of it makes any sense.

He apparently told a Milwaukee detective

he knew something about
a murder that happened

while your sales team was there
for a conference.

Yes, I spoke with Detective Lamar,

but Brad never mentioned
any of it to any of us.

Mr. Roesch, your company
sells paracetic acid.

Is that right?

Of course, in bulk,

but what does that have to do
with anything?

That was the accelerant used
to set the fire

in Mr. Whittier's motel room.

I... I... I don't understand.

What do you people think
happened to Brad?

Mr. Roesch, did any of the
members of you sales team,

the ones that you sent to the conference,

did any of them have a
drug problem to your knowledge?

Well, even if I knew
of anything like that,

the company can't give out
that kind of information.

We see this a lot,
businessmen that go on trips out of town.

Sometimes they like
to let loose a little,

go to a strip club, do a couple bumps.

Maybe one of your team members
wandered away

from the conference to buy,

got into it with a corner boy,
and Brad saw what went down.

This could be all my fault.

How is that, Mr. Roesch?

I asked Brad to keep an eye on Ray,

Ray Averett.

He's... he's had some trouble
in the past.

He's been to rehab, but I told Brad,

"Don't let him out of your sight."

This Ray Averett,
is he a big guy, red hair?

Yes, why?

Hey.

Averett.

Hey.

Stairs.

- You all right?
- Yeah, I'm good.

Get out of the car.

And keep your hands where I can see them.

You get out of the car.

- Lawyer. I want lawyer.
- You turn around

and put your hands on the roof.

Ugh.

I want a lawyer.

Seager, hey, you okay?

Yeah, I'll live.

Did we get him?

Yeah, we got him.

Okay.

She's have contractions
five minutes apart,

and they're coming faster.

How far along are you, honey?

She's 35 weeks.

Oh, baby's in a hurry.

Who's your O.B.?

Uh, Dr. Patchefsky.

- Okay, I'll find her.
- Ooh.

Oh, God. Ohh.

Oh, this is the real deal.

It's been a long time.

I remember what it feels like.

Ooh.

Did... did she seem worried
about the timing?

No, no, she's just being extra careful.

Okay. Ooh.

Let's get you up to obstetrics.

Dr. Patchefsky will meet us there.

Ohh.

Oh, you'll... you'll call Scott?

Yes, right away.

Okay. Ooh.

It's gonna be fine.
You're gonna do great.

Okay.

Hey, Casey.

Yeah.

That Reddit guy is here.

Where?

I didn't know down from up.
I was completely rattled.

And that's when Matt Casey rescued me

from what would have been a painful,

excruciating death.

Bro, check it out. That's me as a kid

in the stretcher right there.

So our car got smashed
by a refrigerator truck,

flipped in the middle
of the intersection,

and then the engine caught on fire.

Okay, my mom and dad got out, no problem.

I was wedged in the back
with my feet stuck.

I could feel the flames right on my face.

Next thing you know,
this fireman uses his own body

to shield me from the flames,
pulls me free.

Never forgotten it.

- Awesome.
- It was a different call.

I thought you were gonna get Matt Casey.

Yeah, okay, everybody.

- I'm Matt Casey.
- Uh...

no, man, not you.

No, this guy, man. He's... he's the hero.

This guy.

You're the guy that jerked
my friend Justin's arm

out of his socket, big-time.

Yeah, it was brutal.

Yeah, anyway, you know where
I can find this guy?

- Shimblecock?
- Sure.

Firehouse 128.

Oh, cool. Thanks, man.

- Yeah.
- See you, guys.

I didn't mention it to Captain Horton

that we only have one girl.

That's all we need.
It's just for starters.

I'm glad my flyers actually worked.

Yeah, well, if I hadn't used
my powers of persuasion,

I mean, ah, who knows?

Um, it's ten after.

You think she's blowing us off?

I mean, she did seem unsure.

Captain, didn't know you'd be
joining us today.

Where are your recruits?

Kylie.

You said it's the best job in the world,

so I, uh, brought a few friends.

Hope that's cool.

Oh, yeah, I figured you would.

All right, recruits, line up.

Let's go. Let's go.

All right, arms-length distance apart.

All right, let's have some fun.

Hi, Sylvie.

Doctor, what's happening?

Nobody's given me any information.

So a little complication.

Julie may have had a placental abruption.

Oh.

There's no reason to worry yet.

We're on top of it.

Both Julie and the baby
are in good hands.

Okay.

So just sit tight.

I'll make sure somebody's
keeping you updated.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Don't feel bad, Casey.

I don't really feel bad.

Well, that's my point. You shouldn't.

But you get recognition all the time,

accolades, promotions.

But grunts like me and Shimblecock,

it is not that often
people come seeking us out

to show their gratitude.

I'm sure you're right.

Everything okay?

I'm not really sure.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Just got off the phone with
Detective Lamar from Milwaukee,

says to, uh, buy you whatever
you're drinking tonight.

And he said thank you.

You gave the mother of that boy
a little bit of peace...

Knowing his murder didn't go unanswered.

I was just trying to help.

You did that and more.

- Hey.
- Thank you for coming.

I'm sorry to bug you after shift.

What's the latest?

Well, Scott is stuck behind
some big-rig accident on I-90,

so he won't be here
for about an hour or so.

And Julie?

I don't know.

I think they're worried about the baby,

but nobody's told me very much.

There's Dr. Patchefsky.

Oh.

What's wrong?

Uh, our suspicion was right.

It was a placental abruption.

The baby's oxygen was compromised,

so we performed a cesarean,

but Julie developed preeclampsia, and...

We did everything we could.

She lost a lot of blood.

I'm very sorry.

She died on the table, Sylvie.

Oh, no.

Julie is related to you how?

She's my mother.

Um, is the baby...

The baby's doing well.

Would you like to see her?

Um, um...

Go.

Go.

Go ahead. You can pick her up.

Preterm babies need as much
contact as they can get.

Hey.

Hi.

You're so beautiful.