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- I wanna connect
a sledgehammer

to a Halligan bar.

- We're gonna be rich.

- It's a Slamigan.

- You are an asskicking member
of the CFD.

It is time to put on
your big girl gear

and face the beast again.

- Would you like to go out
with me sometime?

- I would.

- My feelings for you,
they're real.

Regardless of Gabby.

- There is
no "regardless of Gabby."

That's the point.

- All right.

So try to get along
without me, boys.

- We'll do our best.
- All right.

So an Airbnb in Saugatuck.

Six nights, seven days.
Just me and the missus.

- When do you leave?
- Heading out at noon.

Just thought
I'd show that floater,

you know, the ins and outs
on the engine rig before--

- That's me.

- Hey, all right.

- Hey.

You're the lieutenant over at--

- Rutledge's House of Donuts.
- Yeah.

How's my old pal, Rutledge?

- I give him a wide berth.

- Well, tell him
I'm coming for him.

- Yeah, I'm not gonna do that.
- All right.

Hey, the locker on the end
there without tape on it,

that one's open,
so stow your bag

and, uh, I'll give you
the rundown.

- Great.

- Oh, I'm sorry, Lieutenant,

but this locker room is
for 51 firefighters only.

- Well, I picked up a double,
and as luck would have it...

- Psst.
Hey.

Is that--what's his name--
Grainger covering for you?

- Yeah.

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

Structure fire, 7725...

- Lucky you guys, huh?

The, uh,

the middle pressure nozzle
is a little stripped!

♪

- Looks like we're rolling
on the first floor.

You, Ritter, grab a cross lay.
We'll lead out from the front--

- Hey! Hey, hey!
Wait for my orders, Lieutenant.

- Oh, right.
Sorry, Captain.

I'm used to--
- Squad, hit the second floor.

- There's a short hallway
and two bedrooms up there.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, I've been here before.

- Okay, Kidd, with me.
- Yeah.

- Gallo, Mouch, get the main
raised and vent the roof.

Engine?
- Yeah?

- Attack the B-side.
- On it, Captain.

- Severide, radio
if you need more cover.

- Yeah.
Will do.

Tony, Capp, you guys
take the rear.

Cruz, you're on me.
Let's go!

♪

- Ready, Captain.
- All right.

Fire Department!
Call out!

- Fire Department!
Call out!

- Fire Department!
Call out!

Hey, Cruz!

This floor's about to catch.

You clear that room.
I'll check the back bedroom.

- Copy that.

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- Hurry up!

Cap!

♪

She's alive, Captain!

- 61, get ready
for a severe burn victim!

Let's go!

- Hey!

- Here, take a breath.

- Let's get you out of here.

Hey.

I need an aerial
to the upstairs window.

Northwest corner.
- Copy. Venting the roof.

Give me a minute
to move the aerial.

- What's your name?
- Dylan.

- Dylan?

Hop up.
We're going out the window.

- Okay.

♪

- Hey, look at me.
Look at me.

We don't have time to wait
for the aerial, okay?

If you put your foot over
about two feet,

you're gonna find a drain pipe.
- How do you know that?

- I used to live here.

When I was your age, I snuck
out this way a thousand times.

Let's go.

You got it.

♪

Easy.

Go slow.

♪

- Well, there's no way
we're getting a IV in there.

- Yeah.
IO Drill.

Hand me a flush
and spike a bag.

- Copy.

- Oh, my God, Mom.
Mom!

Hey, whoa.
- Just wait, just wait.

- You gotta let them work.
Come on.

- All right,
let's get her to Med.

Hey, you can come with us.

- Stand back.

- Come on.

- Secondary search is clear.

Grainger, mop up
those hot spots.

- Copy that, Captain.

- So the woman was trying
to get to her refrigerator?

- Yeah.

- Drugs?
- Seems likely.

Remember that meth house we
hit, where the freezer nearly

took Severide's head off
a few years back?

- Okay, I'm gonna need
an expedited incident report

so I can get it over to CPD.

My desk, inside the hour.
- You got it, Chief.

- Whose is this?

- Ooh! That is mine, actually.
- Makes sense.

- Could've been mine.
- No.

- Anyway, um, I was reading
an article in here

about McDonald's, and how
when they first got started,

the only thing that you could
buy was a burger and fries,

but when they grew their menu,
they built an empire.

- Hmm, I prefer Portillo's.
- Yeah--

- So I was thinking, Slamigan.

We only got the one product,
the Slamigan.

- A damn good one product.
- Agreed.

But what if we offered
a few more menu items?

You know, things
that fit the brand

of tough gear
for tough firefighters?

- I am on board this train
wherever it's headed.

- My proposal,
we have a murderer's row

of kickass firefighters
in this house.

You pitch me ideas,

equipment that would elevate
the Slamigan brand,

and I will cut you in
on a share of the profits

when we go to market.

- Wait, say
that last part again.

- Mm-hmm.

- Captain.
- Yeah?

- Hey, I just wanted
to let you know,

I didn't mean to step
on your authority

at the fire scene.

40 doesn't have a captain.
Makes me the one

barking out orders
till the chief gets there.

I guess I just did it
without thinking.

- You're only here
a couple of shifts.

Defer to me on calls.

We won't have
any more problems.

- Was that crazy?

Working a call
in your childhood home?

Rooms seemed smaller.

- Mm-hmm.

It was a good thing you knew
where that kid might go.

- It was my escape route.

Back bedroom, out the window,
down the spout.

You know April over at Med?
- Mm-hmm.

- She used to live
up the street,

and she'd let me crash
up at her place when...

When I didn't wanna be home.

- This is in Benny's hey-day?
- Yeah.

And my mom, well,
she was falling apart.

Anyway...

Long time ago.

- Severide.

This is Detective Corwin
with Narcotics.

He wants to get a closer look
at that fridge.

Will you take him up there?

Make sure the ceiling
don't come down on his head.

I'll cover Squad.
- Then let's go.

- Yeah, let's see, address is--

- 6325 South Campbell Avenue.

- That's it.

♪

Busted a stash house
a couple blocks over.

Eight dudes with enough bricks

to raise Pablo Escobar
from the dead.

My cousin, Danny,
used to live over here.

You know, got in early
when the neighborhood

was on the upswing.

Then got right back out.

I told him, "This is nowhere
you wanna be."

- Woman went down here.

Trying to get to that.

Can you?

Yep.

And there's our treasure box.

A dealer.

Back for his stash.

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- Show me your hands!
- What?

- CPD!
Do it now!

- This is my house.

- Yeah, they live here.

- Okay.

Sir, I need you to explain--

- Oh, no, oh, no.
No, no, no, no!

- Sir, I'm gonna need you
to calm down!

- It's all gone.

It was for Dylan.
It was his insulin supply.

All of it.
Oh, no.

All of it, gone.

- Insulin?

- My son is diabetic.

And this is--oh, this--
this was--

- I'm gonna wait in the car.

- Dylan.

My wife, she--

we got a lead on
a bulk supply of insulin.

Could get it at a discount,
you know?

We don't have two nickels, but
it would've cost us twice...

We thought we were being smart.

- It's okay.
You were taking care of him.

- The book says

the Lord won't give you
any more than you can handle.

This is about as much
as a man can take.

Oh, man.

Do you think maybe I could
check out the bedroom?

See if anything's left?
Maybe find a change of clothes?

My wife, she's...

It looks like she's gonna be
in the hospital for a while.

They--they've got her
in a coma.

- Yeah.
Um, sure.

- I'll go with you.
Make sure it's safe.

- Hey, is Engine all right?

- As far as I know.
- Okay.

Well, if you can
hand me off to Ritter,

I wanna look
in the compartment.

- You are on vacation.

- I didn't get a chance
to go over everything

before you guys
barreled out of there.

- Okay, you're gonna have
to call Ritter back.

He's got some "Shark Tank"
action going on right now.

- What? "Shark Tank"?
You gotta get me in the room!

- Okay, fellas.
What do you have?

- What's the biggest problem
Engine guys have

fighting a fire?

Their hands aren't free to do
anything but hold the hoses.

Not anymore.

- We call it "Hose Hands."

- Pass.

Next!

Arms tired.
Hands full.

Still need to chop down
that door!

- Then it's time
for the Kick-Axe.

- That's one helluva name.

Well, as long as it's not
an axe strapped to your boots.

- We're gonna keep
noodling on this.

- Mm-hmm, yeah, okay.
Go ahead, Mouch.

- Nothing's more dangerous

than losing track of your buddy
in a fire, am I right?

You got your radio,
you got your helmet light,

you got reflector strips,

but it's not enough.

It's never enough.

And so, I give you

the ultimate, fully luminescent

bunker coat LED hybrid system.

Flashgear!

Wait for it.

Oh!

Okay, uh...

Okay, guys.
Look, no offense,

but these are singles
and doubles at best.

If I'm gonna expand
the Slamigan brand,

I need a homerun.

If you can't give me
better ideas than this,

I may be forced
to look outside of 51.

- What?
- Wow!

- Good luck with that.
- We got tons of ideas.

- Right here.
- The one about the...

- I actually
kind of feel like...

- I'ma supervise some lunch.
You want anything?

- I'm good.

- You know a lot
about a lieutenant

by the way
he organizes his rig.

- Oh, yeah?
- Your guy, Herrmann,

he's got all of his foam
equipment in one compartment

so he can reach it easy.

He's got his ropes
and his forcible entry tools

in the first compartment in
case the truck's not there yet.

And everything is
perfectly lined up.

He gave me some ideas
about how to rearrange 40

when I get back.

- How are you liking
the rest of 51?

- The guys?

Engine crew are total pros.

Uh, and Chief, he seems
like a straight shooter.

- Yeah, Boden's the best.

- Your captain, being honest,

he's...wound a little tight.

- What?
Casey?

No, he's--he's actually
a great officer,

and even greater guy.

You just...

Well, ask around.
Everyone here loves him.

- Okay.

- Ambulance 61.

Man down from unknown causes.
2181 South Hamlin.

♪

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- It's my buddy, Pete.

We were moving some furniture.
He dropped his end.

I think he's having
a heart attack.

- Pete?

.

♪

- It won't budge.

- I can call in Squad.

They can bring in the saws.

- No time.

♪

- What are you doing?

That's my grandmother's!

♪

Jump bag.

- You got it?
- Yeah.

- And this.
- Yeah.

Okay.

Get us enough room
to get out of here.

- I'm on it.

- Do you have to?
- Back it up!

- He's in V-fib.

- Shocking.

Got a pulse.
Sats are good.

Okay.
Yep, there we go.

- Hey.

Is it quitting time already?

- It is indeed, Chief.

- Where did the morning go?

So I was going
through the rolls,

and thought we could bring in
a different floater

for next shift.
- What's wrong with Grainger?

- Oh, nothing.
I just thought

we could mix it up
while Herrmann's gone.

Get some fresh blood in--
- It's less paperwork

if we stick with Grainger.

Unless, of course,
you have a reason to--

Hold that thought.

Wallace Boden.

Yes, sir.
You sent me the wrong file.

I need the FT1 report, not--

I am looking right
at what you sent me.

- Yes?

- Never mind, Chief.
It's all good.

- Yeah, okay.
Yes.

- So what about this?

Firefighting robot.

- You know, to get in places

too dangerous
for firefighters to go.

- Remote control it.

Use tank treads.

- You mean Kyujo.

It's been done.
Next.

Have you ever needed a bathroom
on a call,

but had nowhere to go?

- Herrmann letting you
run the place?

- I am more like

the designated survivor.

- And Mouch?

- Uh, he prefers
that side of the bar.

- Huh?

What's this?

- Well, your first beer's
been paid for.

I heard you blow him up
at the call,

and I think

this is his shot
at a peace offering.

♪

- You don't have
to try so hard with Casey.

He'll come around.

- You two had something,
didn't you?

- Uh...

I don't know.

It's a long story.

It was somewhere between
something and nothing,

but it never got
any further than--

- You don't have
to confess anything to me.

I could tell
there's more going on.

- Do you wanna get out of here?

Okay.

♪

- Hey.
- Hi.

I was wondering when
you were gonna stop by.

I saw the address on
that burn victim's intake form.

- Crazy I got that call.

- How's the house?
- Not good.

How's the victim?
- Coma.

Doctors are hopeful, though.

It was so...strange
being in there.

I guess most of the time,
I was busy

sneaking out of that place.
- Yeah.

Or sneaking me in.

I will never forget,
2:00 in the morning.

You thought
you locked the door.

- I did! Benny rigged the bolt
so it wouldn't latch.

- I've never been out of
a window so fast in my life.

- I remember.

- Your mom soured on me
after that.

- Nah, she was just
going through it then.

- Yeah.

- You were there for me
when I was at my lowest,

you know that?

- That year made me realize
I should do this for a living.

'Cause if I could help
Kelly Severide,

I could help anybody.

- That's actually why I'm here.

The woman--the victim,

she stayed inside the fire

because she was going back
for her son's insulin supply.

- Oh.
- And it's my understanding

that the family's tapped out.

I mean, there's programs,
right?

For situations like this?

I mean, if you can just point
me in the right direction...

- Let me talk to one of
our case management workers.

There are all kinds of
patient assistance programs

for prescription aid.

Goodwin has connections there.

I just need to do some digging.

- You sure?
- That's why I'm here.

Just give me
till the end of shift.

I'll call you as soon
as I know anything.

- Thanks, April.
- You got it, Kelly.

- And tell your folks hello?
- I will.

- We're hoping to bring her
out of the coma soon,

and then we're gonna start her
on a regimen of medications.

Skin grafts need to be taken--

- Dylan!

♪

- I was the firefighter
at your house the other day.

You all right?

- It's my fault she's in here.

- No, that's not true.

Your mom was
just trying to help.

She was--

.

- Hmm.

Morning.
- Hey.

Have you ever filled out one
of these uniform request forms?

- Oh, yeah.

What are you ordering?

- My jacket got ripped
on a call last shift.

Thing never fit worth a damn.

I'm gonna order
some new pants too.

I'm always hiking these up.
- Hmm.

Crotch too long,
hips too narrow?

- Exactly.
- Mm-hmm, yeah.

Try squeezing
through burning debris

with a turnout tailored
for a linebacker.

Or hauling around an airpack
with straps too loose,

'cause, you know,
that's what you want

when you're trying
not to asphyxiate.

No one considers
a woman's body, do they?

This is a job designed by men,
for men.

And the equipment
is no different.

And so, what?
I got these girls

looking up to me every week
at Girls on Fire.

And I gotta explain to them
that the gear

is designed for men only?

How is that supposed
to inspire them?

- Third shift reported a double
female coupling was missing.

You do your inventory before
you headed out last shift?

- Yeah.
- Of course.

- Well, they put it on you.

Check all your nozzles
and hose bed

before the bells go off.

- On it, Captain.

- He's not usually like that.

- That's what people
keep saying.

Come on, drop your bag
and let's get to work.

You got a minute?

We found the missing coupling.

Right where it was supposed
to be, where we left it.

Either third shift missed it,
or they ticked the wrong box

on their inventory.

- Noted.

- I'm a good officer.

I care about this job.

I just hope me being here at 51
isn't a problem for you

'cause of whatever you had
going on with Sylvie.

- You're way out of line,
Lieutenant.

- And you're unprofessional,
Captain.

- Truck 81, Engine 51.

Car accident.
31st and Pulaski.

♪

♪

- Help me!

- This doesn't look so good.

- Help me!

Help me!

- 81, get some cribbing!

We need to stabilize
this vehicle.

- It could shift
before you get the cribbing

built up that high.

- What's your idea?
- Help me!

- We loop a four-inch line

and thread it between
the car and the wall.

Once it's charged, it should
stabilize the vehicle

long enough
to clear the driver.

- You've done this before?
- Nope.

- Okay, we'll brace
the other side with cribbing.

Keep it from shifting.
- Great.

Grab one length of four-inch

and cap one end.

- Help me!

- Ma'am, we're gonna
get you out of there, okay?

- I can't feel my--

- Hey, where's that cribbing?

- Right here, Captain.

- I can't feel my--
can't feel my body!

It hurts!

- Yeah.
Try not to move, okay?

- All right.

♪

- Watch your hand.

There we go, yeah.

Ritter, give me
a little pressure.

- We got pressure coming.
- Okay.

Charge it all the way.

- Charging all the way.
- Ready.

- Okay, Captain.
We're good.

- Gallo, get in there.
- Copy.

- Collar.
- Yep.

Collar.
- Yeah.

- On three.
One, two, three.

- Nice work.

- That was a hell of an idea.

- Yeah.

- What is wrong with you?

- What?
- I heard the way

you were talking to Grainger
before that last call.

- Then you heard him
out of line.

- No, Matt, he wasn't.
You were.

You've been riding him
for two straight shifts.

- I have not--
- You have!

And what you're
not getting, Matt,

this doesn't have anything
to do with Greg Grainger.

It doesn't even have
to do with me.

It has to do with the fact
that you're still

in love with Dawson.

I called you out,

and you haven't done anything
about it.

Maybe you should reach out
and resolve that

so you can go back
to being the Matt Casey

everyone looks up to
around here, and not this.

♪

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- What'd I miss?

- Cruz is announcing
the newest product

in the Slamigan catalog.

- Ooh!
Who won?

- No idea.

- Okay.

First, I wanna thank you all
for your entries.

They were some...
truly creative ideas.

Still, there can
only be one winner,

and in this case...

It is me.

- That seems questionable.

- Imagine.

For women in the fire service,

it's hard enough being in a job
built by men, for men.

And when the gear
is made for men only,

it's high time for a change.

- That's what I said to Brett.

- I know.
It was very inspiring.

- Boo!
- Okay, that's unnecessary.

- Okay, can we just get
to the reveal already?

- Okay.

Gear designed

with the female body in mind.

No more sagging pants.

No more dangerously oversized
turnout gear.

I call it...

"Lady Bunker Gear"!

- Nice!

- Um...

- Uh...

- What?
- These designs...

Did you make them?

- Uh, well, yeah.
I mean, they're just mockups.

- Okay.

- You're gonna need
a woman's input

before these, uh,
go to the market.

- Yeah, okay.

Bingo.
- Um...

We're gonna do a pass,

and, uh, we are gonna need
some profit participation.

- Yes, definitely.

- Uh, yeah, okay.
Yeah, that sounds good.

Um--
- Uh-huh.

- Yeah, but maybe...

- Hey.
- Hey.

So on my way home from shift,

I got a call from
our head of research.

- Yeah?
- There's a program

for Insulin Degludec.
It's new to the market.

The manufacturer's in
a phase II open label study,

and they need subjects
of all ages.

They're aggressively
enrolling teenagers,

11 to 18.

All meds would be covered.
- Amazing.

- Yeah, there's no guarantee
that there's a spot for Dylan,

but Dr. Kaplan said
to get his application in

as soon as possible,
and he'll expedite it.

- That's great.
Above and beyond.

- Happy to help.

- I was supposed to stop
by the Academy now anyway.

They want me
to teach a class again.

But I will stop by Med,
and I'll let the dad know.

- Okay, I will text you
Dr. Kaplan's number.

- Okay.
And...

thanks again.

For everything.

- Anytime, Kelly.

- Okay.
Okay.

Thank you.
- Hey, Mr. Heglund?

I was just coming to see you...

You all right?

- My son, he never came back
to the hospital last night.

They're about to bring
Evangeline out of her coma.

I can't leave.
- All right.

Do you know where he might be?

- My neighbor called.

She saw him breaking
into our house.

- You be here for your wife.
I'll go get your son.

- Oh, thank you.
Thank you.

♪

- Dylan?

Dylan?

♪

Dylan.

You heading somewhere?

- Anywhere but here.

- You're gonna walk out
on your parents like this?

With your mom in the hospital?
- You don't understand.

I-I heard them talking.

They try to keep
their voices down,

but I sat on the stairs,
and I heard them.

All the money went to medicine.

For me.

They have nothing
for themselves.

They're better off without me.

- That where
you hid your stuff?

- It was here
before I moved in.

- I made it.

I used to steal cigars
from my dad,

hide them in there.

- There was a note in here
when we first moved in.

I don't remember what it said.

- "I'm here
anytime you need me."

It was written by a girl
who used to live up the street.

I was going through
some rough times back then.

Same age as you.

You know what I learned?

You gotta lean on
the people who love you.

I met your dad.

And he loves you, kid.
It's all over his face.

And your mom?

She's gonna need you...

now more than ever.

- I've caused enough problems.

- The girl,

the one who wrote that note,

she saved me back then.

And she's still helping people,
and she's really good at it.

And I think
she could help you too.

- How?

- Come on.

Let's go see your old man.
Let him know you're okay.

I'll tell you about it
on the way.

.

♪