All language subtitles for Chicago.Fire.S09E11.1080p.WEB.H264-STRONTiUM_Track03

- You deserve to be with
whoever you want to be with,

no compromising.

- You two had something,
didn't you?

- It's a long story.

- I like Violet,

but the way things ended
between us was awkward.

- Just wanted to let
you guys know,

I'm full time at 51 now.

- You're gonna have to pull
yourself together.

You know that, right?

- Buddy of mine,
he's had some issues.

Head injury a while back,

then started having headaches

and some tunnel vision.

- I'd recommend your friend see
a neurologist immediately.

You don't mess
with head injuries.

- Wind up laying across
your shoulders, so watch.

Shoot your arm
between the victim's legs,

you grab their wrist
to lock them in place.

It's as simple as that.

All right, your victim's gonna
be waiting for you at the top,

Mercer, you want to lead
the way?

- Sir, yes, sir.

- All right, let's go.

- Move.

- Wiegand,

what do you do if you start
to lose balance?

- Take a knee
and protect your victim.

- Once you load it up,
start back down.

Nice and easy,
free hand on the rail.

Slow down.

Mercer, slow down!

[dramatic music]

- Oh, d...

- Whoa!

♪

- I just--

I don't see how this
relationship can survive

if every time I reach out,

she swipes at me.

- Should have her declawed.

- I'm pretty sure that's abuse.

- No,

that's abuse.

- Well, it's definitely better
now.

- See you later.
- Thanks.

- Look at you two,
spending the night together.

- No, we didn't.

We just had breakfast.

- You're anti-sleepover?

- No, no, it's just--

Waking up in someone else's
place, with all their stuff...

- I do like being
around my own stuff.

- Me too.
My stuff is the best.

But sharing it can be fun.

- I know, and things
are really good with Greg.

I'm just not quite there yet.

- Morning.

- Morning, Captain.

- I wanted to let you know,

with respect
to our conversation last shift,

that you don't need to worry--

the headaches, all that?

Stopped.

- That's great.

- Yeah, and I talked
to Will Halstead

over at Med,
so... it's all good.

- What's all good?

- I, uh--

had a couple bad headaches
last shift,

but, uh, it's all cleared up.

- Oh.

I'm glad you're better.

- Thanks.

- I don't do
virtual dinner parties.

- C'mon, it's a great time.

Trudy sends out recipes,
main course and dessert.

- I'm sorry,
it's a hard and fast rule.

- Ritter,

what about you and Eric?

- Eric and I broke up
a couple months ago, so--

- What?

How did we not know about this?

- Lockdown took a toll.

Too much time together
in a small apartment.

- Yeah, I'm real sorry
to hear it.

But a catch like you

will not be single for long.

- It's okay.

I'm actually enjoying
the time alone.

- No one touches this, okay?

- [laughs]
I can read.

What is it?

- Bread dough.

- I didn't know you baked.

- Of course I bake.

Baking, just like cooking,

is all chemistry.

Right now,

the amylase is breaking down
the starch to maltose,

then it'll use maltase
to break down the maltose

to then--
[fire alarm]

- Truck 81, ambulance 61,

person trapped,
Grant and Noble.

[sirens wailing]

[suspenseful music]

♪

[man groaning]

- What have we got?

- Down here, hurry!

- Make a hole, coming through.

[man screaming]
Excuse us. Excuse us.

[painful coughs]

- Is there another way
down there?

- Inside, the back stairs.

- Let's head down
to the cellar.

Violet, get her out
of the way.

81, prep the sked.
- Copy that.

- We'll haul him out
the same way he went in.

- Got it, Captain.
- [screams]

- Ma'am, I need you to come out
of there so we can help him.

What's his name?

- Robbie.

He's my husband.

[suspenseful music]

- [screaming]

.

- How's he look?

- A little banged up,
but the main thing is his arm.

- How'd it happen?

- I don't know.

We got a delivery,
I went inside

while Ronnie was taking it
all down,

and then I heard him scream.
- Okay.

♪

- [cries]

- Make way.

- Ready for that sked.

- Coming to you.

♪

- C'mon, folks,
give us some room.

Thank you.

- Is he badly hurt?

- I don't know yet,
but we'll take care of him.

- Let's hold him in place.
- Yep.

- Okay.

- This might hurt.

- [winces]

[screams]

- Put him down.
- I got him.

- Okay.

- [crying]

- Roll him over a little bit.
- Yep.

- Easy.
- Watch his arm.

- Okay, let's turn him.

Ready, Mouch?
- Yep.

- Up.
- [groans]

- All right, take him up.

- Violet, get ready for him.

- On it.

[grunts and winces]

[suspenseful music]

♪

- All right.

- Ronnie, are you okay?

- I think my arm's busted.

- We're gonna take him
to Chicago Med.

You want to come with us?
- Yes, please.

- Mike, can you lock up
the deli for me?

- Of course, Patty, no problem.

[dramatic music]

- Hey, come on.

♪

- These are good.

- I got somebody
to set you up with.

- Oh.
No.

That's not necessary,

or even a good idea,
but thank you.

- Wha--no,
he's in Cindy's book club.

- Let me guess.

He's the only
other gay friend you have.

- Uh, it's possible,

but that doesn't mean that
he's not the right guy for you.

I mean, you know, you probably
even know him.

- You think all gay people
in Chicago know each other?

- No.

My point is, is that,
you know,

Andy is a great guy, and I
think you two would hit it off.

- Yeah, what's the harm
in meeting him, Ritter?

- There you go.

- Grabbed the ones
off truck and engine,

found two older units
in storage.

- That's plenty.
I only need six.

- How's the class?

- Couple promising
up and comers.

Then there's Jacob Mercer,
who gives it his all, but...

scares the hell out of me
to see him in a CFD uniform.

- Drop the hammer.

- You think?
It's still pretty early.

- This is no job for wannabes.

Me and Darden
went through the academy

with a guy named Mazzuca.

It was one red flag
after another with him,

but, somehow, he made the cut.

Then, in his first year
riding engine,

he drops his line,
bails out on his team,

and puts one of them
in the hospital.

We either have
the firefighting gene,

or you don't.

- What's your take?

- My take?

[sighs]
Well, uh,

I mean, Girls On Fire
isn't exactly the academy,

but, in my experience,

there's a lot of raw talent
out there,

and with encouragement
and a little support,

you'd be surprised how
some people can rise

to the occasion.

Case in point.

Hey, Kylie, what's up?

- Uh, Lieutenant Severide,

Chief asked if you could join
him in his office.

- Ah, Severide, come on in.

Want you to meet
an old friend of mine,

Chief Gary Mercer.

- Kelly Severide,
I've heard a lot about you,

from Boden, and...

from my son.

- Jacob?
- That's right.

- Mercer and I, we served
together on engine 93.

Saved me from more scrapes
than I care to remember.

- More of the bar brawl variety
than anything else.

- Yeah, don't you listen
to him.

- Anyway, Kelly,
I just wanted to meet the man

who's shaping my son's future.

I appreciate you keeping
an eye on him.

He's a great kid.

He's wanted to be a firefighter
his whole life.

- He's a... hard worker,

always first to volunteer
for a drill.

- Well, that's good to hear.

- Yeah, uh...

gonna finish setting up.

- Yeah, go on, get out of here.

- Nice to meet you, Lieutenant.

- Chief.

- Hey, this was
on the squad table.

- Who's it from?

- No idea.
It's just sitting there.

- Maybe it's something
from the start paperwork.

- Hmm.

- What?

- "That fall wasn't
an accident."

[suspenseful music]

♪

.

- It was on the table when you
came out of the firehouse?

- Yeah.
No idea how long it was there.

- You didn't see anyone coming
in or out?

- No one.

- Hmm.

- Well, it has to be referring
to Ronnie,

the deli store owner, right?

- I guess so, but...

why is my name
on the envelope?

- Maybe we should stop by Med
and talk to Ronnie.

- He's the only one who can
tell us exactly what happened.

Damn.

One sec.

Hey, Gallo, we have to run out,

but my bread
needs to go in the oven.

- Yeah, I'm in the middle
of something.

- Losing at Hold 'Em.

- As soon as the oven reaches
500 degrees,

put the bread in,
turn it down to 450,

and bake for 20 minutes.

And don't forget to turn it
halfway through,

so it heats evenly, okay?

- Yeah, sure.

She thinks
she's the boss of me.

- Hmm.

- Okay.

[playful music]

- Oh?

There's a wrench in the oven.

- Literally?
- Yeah.

- That's mine.

- If the beds seem
uncomfortable,

I wouldn't worry.

You won't get much sleep,
not on shift,

not with all the snoring

and the alarm bells going off
all night.

- A lot of firefighters sleep

with their boots on at night
to save time.

- All right, then.

- You guys learn anything?

- Yes, sir.
- Thanks, Chief!

- You're welcome.
Good luck to you all.

Listen to this man.

He knows what he's
talking about.

- Okay, one quick drill
before you go.

Over there, we have
some thermal imaging cameras.

Somewhere in this firehouse,
we've hidden a pipe wrench

that's been heated up
to a couple hundred degrees.

First one to find it
gets to sit out next time

we hump high rise packs
up the stairs.

All right?
Let's go, move it.

[steady music]

♪

[camera beeping]

♪

♪

♪

- Oh.
[clears throat]

- Is that Mercer?

- Mm-hmm.

- Not a lot of method
to that madness.

♪

Where'd you hide the wrench?

I...guess they don't realize

they won't get a reading
through solid doors?

- I didn't want to make it
too easy.

♪

- Oh...

- Look.

[camera beeping insistently]

- Oh-ho!

[flesh searing]
I got it, I got it!

[winces, gasps]

♪

Ow...

- Ugh.

- And that is why...

we never forget to put
our gloves on.

Come on, let's get some water
on that hand.

- Okay, that may not have shown

the best instincts on his part.

- Hey, Will.

- Hey, guys, what's up?

- Um, we're looking for
our victim from this morning,

extrication from a cellar.
He's your patient, right?

- Yeah, but we discharged him
about a half hour ago.

- Did he say anything
about how he fell?

- Uh, wasn't sure.

Yeah, he said he
might have passed out,

first time happening.

Yeah, CT was negative,
but his heart

and respiratory rates
were a little low,

so we did a full work up,
checked for opioids,

even though he said
he hadn't taken any.

That was negative too.

Yeah, besides a fractured
radius, he's healthy.

- Okay, yeah.
Good to know, thanks.

- Yeah, you got it.

Ah, I see you still have
the attack cat.

- Yeah, this scratch just
doesn't want to get better.

- Well, let me know
if it swells up.

I'll write you a scrip.

- Yeah, you're like
the official 51 doctor now.

First, Casey and now me.

- Casey?

- Yeah, the headaches thing.

- Yeah, he told me a friend

was having issues
after a head injury,

I recommended he see
a doctor right away.

- Oh.

Um, sorry,
I must have misunderstood.

Anyway,
thanks for all your help.

- Sure thing.

[dramatic music]

♪

- They are confusing, though.

- Yeah, no, I know, it's like,
if I could have sourdough--

- Hey, so, uh,

Cindy--she talked to Andy,
and he's up for dinner.

- Whoa.

Whoa, I didn't agree to this.

And I sure as hell
ain't doing dinner.

- Come on.

- Coffee at most.

- Great, okay, so hey--

here's his number.
He is waiting for your call.

I think that this is gonna turn

into something really special.

Yeah!
[laughs in excitement]

- Blind date.

Do I smell something?

- Burning, yeah.

- Oh my God, I'm a dead man.

- Oh...

- I remember that café owner
from earlier.

He seems really interested in
how bad the victim was hurt.

- Yeah, what do we do
about this, chief?

It seems a little premature
to get the police involved.

- Who do you suppose
sent you this?

- There were a dozen people

hanging around the scene
this morning.

It could have been
any one of them.

- Yes, but why'd they address
it to you?

- Violet's name might have been
the only one they heard.

I know I called it out
once or twice.

- "That fall
wasn't an accident."

- Might be worth going back
to the deli.

- Absolutely.

- Go ahead.

- So...

uh,

this happened.

I'm really sorry.

I forgot to turn the oven down.

But there was a pipe wrench
in there,

so you can see how someone
can easily get confused.

[tense music]

♪

- Well it's good to see you
back on your feet so soon.

Let me know if you need
any help.

- Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine.

- Hey, look who it is.

- How you feeling?

- Like I got hit by an L train,

but I'll be okay.

- Here you go, hon.
I made a fresh pot for you.

Uh-oh, what happened now?

- We were just out and about

and thought we'd stop by
and see how Ronnie's doing.

- He refuses to take it easy,

but I told him,

"No more lugging boxes
down to the cellar."

- Yeah, what happened there?

How did you end up falling?

- I don't know.

One minute, I'm loading carrots
on a conveyor,

next, I'm ass over elbow
down the stairs.

I don't know if I slipped
or tripped or what.

- Was there anyone out there

who might have seen
what happened?

Or maybe even bumped into you?

- Bumped into me?

I guess anything's possible.

- Hmm.

Well, maybe ask around?

Seems like you have a lot of
people looking out for you.

- What? This guy?

He's such a phony.

He just wants to buy me out
so he can expand his café.

He's always plying me
with free muffins.

I told him a thousand times
I'd never sell,

never.

.

- Hey.

Promising class
you've got there.

- It's not too bad.

You get a look
at Chief Mercer's boy?

- Yeah.

Still got some puppy dog
in him, doesn't he?

- Yeah, that's one way
of putting it.

- Seems like he's got
a lot of heart, though.

- Yeah, he does.

But he's not a firefighter.

- No.

He's a recruit.

It's your job to turn him
into a firefighter.

That's why it's called
training.

- I can teach him how to kick
in a door, or...

to use a thermal camera.

I can't teach him
firefighter instincts.

I can't teach him...

common sense.

I know you and Chief Mercer
go way back, so I--

- Severide,

you're the instructor.

You're the only one qualified

to assess
Jacob Mercer's performance.

I'll back you up,
whatever you decide.

- Thanks, Chief.

[quiet dramatic music]

♪

- Hmm.

- So wait, you are gonna give

this Mercer kid another chance?

- Yeah.

- Boden's not...

pressuring you, is he?

I didn't think so, but...

then why?

- Because, I don't know,

maybe there's a firefighter
in there somewhere,

trying to get out.

Why not make an extra effort
to see?

Because if I do bounce him,

it's gonna make trouble
for Boden.

- Mm.

Yeah, that's a pretty tough
spot you're in.

But...
I know you well enough to know

that you will find
the right way through.

[tender music]

♪

- Hey.

- Hi.

- Sorry to interrupt.

- Nah.

- I saw Will today at Med,

and he mentioned that when you
asked him about the headaches,

you said it was for a friend.

- Yeah.

I didn't want to make
a big deal of it.

Plus, since we're friendly,

he might feel obligated
to bring me in for an exam.

- Yeah, that's his personality.
He likes to help.

And he said it was important
to see a doctor

with symptoms like that.

- Right.

But then the symptoms
went away.

I'm fine, Sylvie, but...

thanks for checking up.

- Of course.

See ya.

- Yep.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

I don't usually do
set-ups either,

but the Hermanns
are great people.

- They are, yeah.

- So far, I have to admit,
I'm glad I did.

- Yeah, me too.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- There are two of us.

- Sure, follow me.

- Uh no--what's wrong
with that one over there?

- Oh, sorry.

The large tables are reserved
for larger parties.

We're only allowed 40 percent
capacity, so--

- That's ridiculous.

Come on.

- Uh...

I'll get him back
to the table.

- Just forget it.
I don't need the drama.

- I hate those kinds
of arbitrary rules.

- It's not really arbitrary.

I mean, now that group
at the entrance has to wait.

- [snaps fingers]
Uh, hi.

Can we get two coffees
and two OJ's?

- Mm-hmm.

- I'm good with just coffee.

- Trust me, it's better
to get both.

- You're that Andrew.

- What?

- You dated Eric before me.

- Eric?

Oh, Eric--

Woodruff. Sure.

Easy to forget.

- And from what I heard,

you were controlling
and critical

and put him through hell.

- I promise you, Eric was no
picnic to deal with either.

- Eric is the kindest,

most thoughtful guy
you'll ever meet,

and you didn't deserve a single
day you got to spend with him.

- [scoffs]

- What do you think, Ruzek?

- Well, you have
an anonymous letter

that makes a vague accusation
that may or may not posit

that your victim was shoved
down a flight of stairs

by the muffin man next door?

And even your victim
doesn't think

that's what happened.
I got that right?

- Look, we're not imagining
things.

This letter showed up
at our firehouse.

That has to mean something.

- Yeah, but what?

I mean, Sylvie,

if you thought someone
was in danger,

wouldn't you offer
more details?

And why not go straight
to the cops?

Why go to some paramedics?

- There were no cops
at the scene, and...

maybe they don't have
all the details.

Maybe they're just hoping we'll
look into it and find out.

- Or maybe somebody's just
trying to stir up trouble.

That's always a possibility.

My advice?
Don't take the bait.

- Greg is here.
Thanks for the input, Ruzek.

- Yeah, I'll send you a bill.

- Hi.
- Well, hello.

I have a question for you.

- Intriguing.

- Do you have any interest
in spending Friday

skiing at Crystal Mountain
up in Michigan?

- Oh, wow, I haven't been
skiing in years,

but that actually sounds
really fun...

if you promise not to laugh
at me when I fall.

- You know, I can't promise you
that,

but I will help you
get back up again.

- It's a deal.

- Awesome.

Well it's a little over
5 hours driving.

I got to work
this shift before,

so we'd have to spend the night

if we want to get
a full day in.

But my buddy Carl, he's got
a great place there.

He's working all month,
so we're welcome to stay.

- That sounds... perfect.

[glasses clink]

- Once inside the smokebox,
I want you to conduct

a left hand sweep for victims.

Visibility is gonna be close
to zero.

Just remember to stay low
and keep in contact

with your partners.

All right,
Carr, Martinez, you guys ready?

- Yep.
- Head up.

- Go.

All right, Wiegand, Burke,
you guys are next,

start double-checking
your SCBAs.

Mercer, how's the hand?

- Okay.

Just glad
I can still be useful.

- Lieutenant,

my air smells weird.

- Smells like diesel exhaust.

- Mercer, what the hell
did you do?

- I don't know.

- These tanks are filled
with carbon monoxide.

[dramatic music]

♪

.

[suspenseful music]

- Hey, hey--

Hey, come on, hey--

Hey, breathe--can you breathe?

[gasps]

Take a breath.

- Hey, Wiegand, give me a hand.

You guys go get help, now.

- Mercer, open up all the doors
and windows now.

- [gasping]

♪

- Mercer, vent the smoke room!

- [gasping]

- [coughs]

- Hurry.

- Breathe, breathe.

Here you go.

Breathe, just breathe.
You okay?

[suspenseful music]

♪

[coughs]

- Here we go.
Give it to me.

- Right here.

- He refilled the air bottles
while there was

an engine company idling next
to the compressor.

Diesel exhaust got sucked
into the air intake.

There was a warning sign
right on the machine:

"Do not use
near exhaust fumes."

It's been drilled into them.

- The CO alarm--
it didn't get tripped?

- Oh, it did, but Mercer
didn't realize what it was,

so he overrode it.

He's lucky
he didn't kill anyone.

- I should have trusted
your instincts.

- No, this one is on me.
I--

I was trying to avoid
a tough decision.

- Damn,

those cadets are lucky Severide
was there to get them out.

- Yeah, but I know
that he blames himself

for not acting
on that Mercer kid sooner.

I'm gonna go see if he's done
with the chief.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- I'd feel the same way
if anything happened to you.

- How do you mean?

- I backed off too quick
the other day

when you said you were fine.
A head injury can be serious.

We both know that.

You can't just sit around,
waiting and hoping

that nothing goes wrong.
You need to do something, Matt.

- I'll think about it,

I promise.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey--
wait up,

how'd it go with Andy, huh?

- [sigh]
It was, without doubt,

the worst date
of my entire life.

- What? No--

Cindy said he's real smart,

that he picks great titles
for the book club.

- Yeah, and I bet he picks
every title.

The guy is
a narcissistic know-it-all.

He used to go out with Eric.

- Uh-huh,
so you did know him, huh?

You got all offended by that.

- Maybe not the salient point
right now, Hermann.

Umm, Ritter?

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Hi.

I heard you had a date
with Andrew.

- I had no idea it was him,
believe me--

- No, I know.
He told me what happened

and how you went to bat for me.

- He's... something.

- I just wanted to come by
and say thanks...

for doing that.

- Oh, you're welcome,
of course.

- And...

that I miss you.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Well...

maybe we should do something
about that.

[hopeful music]

♪

- Hey, Violet.

I feel really bad
about ruining your bread,

so I did a little research,
and I, um...

I made this for you.

- You made bread dough?

- It's actually a bit more
complex and subtle than yours.

I used what they call
a pre-ferment process.

- Oh, is that
what they call it?

- Anyway, you just let it rise
overnight,

and you can bake it tomorrow.

- Okay, sure.

- Kelly Severide.

Where do you come off blaming
that incident

on one of your recruits?

You're responsible
for their well-being.

It's your job to teach them
the safety protocol.

So if they failed,
it's because you failed.

You're not passing the buck
on this one, pal.

I called Tiburg.

Say goodbye to your cushy
side-gig at the Academy.

Your teaching days are done.

I want to be the one
to tell you.

- Wow.

[fire alarm]

- Ambulance 61, person down,
Grant and Noble.

- That's the deli.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[sirens]

[tense tones]

♪

- I don't know what happened.

I just found him like this.
- Here, come on.

- Another fainting spell?

That doesn't track
with Halstead's workup.

- His body temps feel normal.

Let's check his vitals.
- Okay.

- Heart rate and BP are low.

- Pupils constricted.

- He's exhibiting all
the same signs

of an OD again,

but they checked for opiates
at Med.

- Brett,
let's push Narcan.

- But if--if he's not
on opiates--

- Please, trust me.

- Okay, pushing Narcan.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[gasps]

- Oh, Ronnie, Ronnie,
are you okay?

Oh!

- Toxidrome.

He wasn't pushed
down those steps.

He collapsed...

because he's being poisoned.

.

- No one can touch that muffin.

That's evidence.
It can't be disturbed.

- Ronnie, what happened?
Is he okay?

- We need to get him
to the hospital.

Step aside, please.

- Of course, yeah.

Patty, don't worry
about the store.

I got it.
Just go.

- Actually,

it's a little more critical
than last time.

Patty, I can't let you ride
in the back with him.

Can you drive her
to Chicago Med?

- Uh, oh, uh--yeah, sure.

- Great, let's go.

[tense tones]

- Call Ruzek.

- Way ahead of you.

- Hey,

Cruz just told me about

the dressing down that you got
from Chief Mercer.

Why didn't you come to me
right away?

- Because it's not
your problem.

- Another battalion chief comes
into my firehouse

to jam up one of my officers
just for doing their job.

That is absolutely my problem.

And I will take care of it.
I promise you that.

- I don't want you to lose
an old friend over this--

- Old friend, hell.

He crossed the line.

He's gonna pay for it.

- It's my mess.
I'll clean it up.

[tense music]

♪

- You need to check him for
tetrahydrozoline poisoning.

It can mimic the symptoms
of opioid overdose.

- We administered Narcan.
He responded right away.

- What do you think he was
poisoned with? Tetra--

- Tetrahydrozoline.

Common eyedrops.
Harmless when used as intended,

but potentially lethal
when ingested.

- You need to send someone back
to the deli

to collect a half-eaten muffin
to test for it.

- Here he comes.

- I'm gonna head back now,
okay--

- Where you going, muffin man?
I have a few questions for you.

- For me?
What about?

- Your neighbor in there--

from what I heard,
he's been standing

in the way
of your big plans.

- I didn't do anything.

- Well, let's go down
to the district.

We can get to the bottom
of it, okay?

- Wai--I'm not the one
you want.

Violet, it's not me, please.

- You wrote the letter.

- Yes.

It's her.
I think she wants him dead.

- What?

She came to me
behind her husband's back,

said she wanted
to sell the deli,

and that I didn't have to worry
about Ronnie.

- That's--that's not
what I meant.

- There's a simple solution
to this.

Have your people test
the muffin...

and Ronnie's mug.

She makes the coffee for him.

- But wait...

No.

We need to talk.

[suspenseful music]

- What the hell you want?

- I wish my dad had my back
the way you have Jacob's.

You want the best for him.
I can respect that.

He deserves it.
He's a good kid.

But he's not a firefighter,

and if you come at this like
a chief instead of a father,

you'll see that.

You wouldn't send your men
into a burning building

with someone you knew
who wasn't up to snuff.

And you're right to blame me
for what happened

at the Academy,

but the mistake I made was
giving Jacob too many chances.

I should have cut him sooner.

I'm sorry it didn't work out,

but he'll be okay.

He'll land on his feet
wherever he ends up

because he has a father
who supports him.

- Hey.

- How's your deli owner doing?

- He'll make it,

but the prognosis on his
marriage isn't so good.

So, the bread you gave me
turned out okay.

Mostly since I didn't burn it.

- That was my first attempt.

Seems like I'm already kind of
better at it than you.

- Please, you wouldn't know
the difference

between gluten
and a polysaccharide.

- You mean a polysaccharide
like xanthan gum,

produced by bacterium
that provides

a similar elasticity
to gluten?

- Um--

maybe?

- Been hitting the books.

[laughs]

- Hey, Hermann,

can I get two more beers?

Sorry, I should have asked.

Um, do you want another one?

- [laughs]
Yeah, thanks.

- Aww, see?

I told you that date was gonna
lead to something special,

didn't I, hmm?
Yeah.

You're welcome.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- I just got word.

Chief Mercer backed off.

My academy gig is safe.

- That's great.

- Well, it's a relief,
that's for sure.

- [exhales]

I'm really proud of the way
you handled

a super tricky situation.

- Yeah, well,

couldn't have done it
without you.

- All I said was,
"You got this, Kelly Severide."

- No, you gave smart advice
too.

Just like Casey, you brought
your leadership and experience.

- Hey.

You have a sec?
- Sure.

- Thank you, for, uh,
pushing me the other day.

You're right.

I was too quick to move on

when the headaches stopped.

I can't help thinking.

When I got that head injury
a few years ago,

the doctor said

if I get another bad hit,

it could mean
the end of my career.

Or worse.

- Okay, hold on.

There's no need for you
to go there yet.

All you need to do
right now is

make an appointment
and get checked out,

the sooner the better.

- Yeah.

- I'll go with you.

- No, no,
you don't have to do that.

- I know things have been weird
between us lately,

but you were always there
for me when I needed it most.

Please let me do that for you.

- That'd be great.

Okay,

yeah, I'll, uh, make
the appointment

for Friday? After shift?

- Friday, um--

- If you have plans,
I can handle it solo.

- No, I can reschedule it.

I'm going with you, Matt.
That's that.

- Okay.

Thanks, Sylvie.

[sentimental music]

♪

.

[country rock instrumentals]

♪

[wolf howls]

[Universal fanfare]