All language subtitles for Chicago Fire S04E04 HDTV.XviD-AFG

I know this is
all of a sudden,

but I want to be detailed
to arson.

Welcome aboard.

I'm really grateful to be
here.

- You guys all right?
- Just a bad run.

- Young mom got shot.
- [woman screams]

We delivered her baby,
but she didn't make it.

You went back to the hospital
to check on the baby?

- Yeah.
- Brett, you can't do that.

51 did nothing wrong at
that crack house fire, Chief.

Move these cars. We got a house on fire!
[people shouting indistinctly]

[woman] Let it burn!

The neighbors
were blocking the streets.

Now they're saying
we were slow to respond.

If it's determined that
you slow-walked that fire,

Chief Boden will be
relieved of his command.

[low hum of chat]
[utensils clinking]

What's Severide
doing here?

I thought this was
an officers' meeting.

It's a breakfast.

Got it.

[utensils clinking]
What did Riddle say?

Keep our heads down.
The usual.

Bunch of politics.

How's it looking?

It's not good,

especially if these
accusations don't go away.

Must've been 50 people
outside that fire,

and not one
of them comes forward?

A guy died.

No one wants to take
the blame for that.

Listen,
I got you all here

because I want to make
things very clear.

Keep everyone in
the house out of this.

Let them focus
on their jobs.

- Here you go.
- I got it.

No, it's already been
paid for.

What?

The guys in
the back corner.

[phone ringing]

- Riddle's called already.
- Oh, fantastic.

Reporter from
the "Sun Times" too.

I told them
no comment,

and you have your meeting
with Brett right now.

Right.

Something wrong,
Chief?

I've been meaning to
talk to you about a patient

that you had,
Alicia Morales?

The baby boy
that you delivered.

I heard that you stopped
off at Chicago Med

to pay him a visit,
more than a few times.

[clears throat] Yes.

I've had a few
of those myself,

the ones I couldn't
save, or worse,

the ones I could save
who didn't have much of a life

- to go back to.
- [Brett sighs deeply]

- This job:
- [Brett sighs deeply]

you drop off,
you walk away.

You don't do that,
you drown.

[swallows] Yes, sir.

Won't happen again.

[grunts]

[indistinct words over radio]

[tools clang in background]

Nope, again.

What are
you waiting for?

Come on.

[grunts]

You really got him busting
his hump, Lieutenant.

- Kid's got potential.
- Yeah.

Might be the best candidate
I've seen come through here.

Hey, former candidate
right here.

[alarm blares]
[over P.A.] Truck 81, Squad 3,

Ambulance 61.
Accident, 2599 W. 24th Street.

24th Street again.

You got to be kidding me.

Here we go.

[engine starts]

[Herrmann] Let's go,
candidate!

[sirens wailing]

No one blocking
the road this time.

[wailing continues]

[Boden] Okay, people,
back away from the scene.

Back away.

[indistinct radio chatter]

- [woman] Oh, thank God.
- Yeah, talk to me.

My husband... he
was unloading the thing.

It just fell.

- What's your name?
- Tricia.

Okay, Tricia,
let's take a look.

[Tricia's husband groaning]

I'm Lieutenant Casey.
What's your name?

- Steve.
- What happened here, Steve?

Cable... snapped.
[zip sound]

Doesn't hurt as much
as you'd think.

Where are you guys moving,
Steve?

Hey, hey,
stay with me.

Oh, my God,
what's happening to him?

Breathing's agonal.

Looks like an arterial bleed
in the leg.

Irregular heartbeat.
Possibly A-fib.

I'm really worried
about crush syndrome.

- What does that mean?
- Secure an airway and intubate.

I'll get the tourniquet
and IV going.

All right,
let's move over here.

Let them do their job.

Tricia,
this here is Jimmy.

He's gonna keep you updated
on the situation.

You've got the best people
in the city working on this.

I promise you that.

All right, we're gonna
get 4x4 cribbing and airbags.

You got to dig around it.

Get a big enough gap to lift
up the pod

and slide his leg out.

Let's go,
let's go. [claps hands]

[people chat indistinctly]

[scraping dirt]

- Cruz, loosen up that dirt.
- Right.

- Herrmann, you get the corner.
- Got it.

[Steve grunting]

Now the cribbing
and air bags.

Okay, on my count,
we're gonna raise the bags.

[device beeping]
One, two...

Stop, stop!
Tell them to stop.

- You can't lift that off of him.
- What?

He's going into
crush syndrome.

As soon as you release the limb,
he's going into cardiac arrest.

If we're gonna save
this guy,

we're gonna
have to leave the leg behind.

Okay, call Chicago Med.

Tell them to send
a trauma surgeon.

We're gonna have
to amputate.

Chicago Fire S04E03
"I Walk Away"

Sync and corrected by
Gianluca Belfiglio

[indistinct radio chatter]

Did you give him
anything?

A liter of fluids
and an amp of bicarb.

Are we in contact
with the family?

I'll need consent.

Yeah, just
give me a sec.

Yeah.

All right, let's prep
either way.

Oh, God, Steve,
is he okay?

Don't worry, he's stable,

but we've called in a trauma
surgeon from Chicago Med.

A surgeon?
For what?

Your husband has a condition
called crush syndrome.

If we lift the pod
off of his leg,

he'll go into
cardiac arrest.

No.

If there was any other
option, we'd take it.

I just want to see
your husband out of here alive.

No, I'm sorry,
but no.

Tricia, look at me.

You and Steve,
you've been saving up

for this new place,
what, five years?

- Eight.
- You have a nice house,

two kids.
That is the dream.

You guys have a long
life ahead of you.

I don't want you
to lose all that.

[indistinct radio chat]

Can I hold his hand?

Come on.

[saw buzzing]

[saw buzzing]

Not exactly a round
of applause.

What do you expect
from this neighborhood?

Do you remember anyone
buying any large quantities

of turpentine, butane,
K1 kerosene?

Nope. Of course you're welcome
to go through these receipts.

- Thanks.
- That it?

Store don't run itself.

We'll give you a call
if we need anything else.

Just as helpful as the rest
of those clowns, huh?

- Yup.
- Remember, arson...

Is hard to prove.

Yeah, I remember.

[vehicle approaching]

[engine turns over]

Hold up. [car door shuts]
You let her borrow your car?

You don't even let me
look at your car.

[Cruz laughs]

[both] Hey.
[keys jingle]

Thanks for letting
me borrow her.

Come on.

You saved my life,
you know?

Yeah, I get that
all the time.

Shut up.

So how did it go?

Oh, you know, I threw in
a little case law here,

a little due process there,

and I talked it off
with some exculpatory evidence.

- So you won.
- No, I did not.

Pretty sure that was
my last chance.

They've started
taking bets

in the lunch room
like when I'm gonna get fired.

Hold up, fired?

Unless I bring
in a big-fish client, yup.

Whatever, I may just
surprise them all and quit.

Don't panic, okay?

We'll strategize tonight.

- Strategize.
- Yes.

Mm, okay.

[smooches]

Bye.

[baby cooing]

[baby cries in distance]

Cute, huh?

Yeah.

Are you a doctor
in the NICU?

Nah, I'm just
stopping by.

Babies cheer me up.

Weird, huh? You?

Paramedic.

I delivered him.

Oh. Hmm.

Where's the...
Where's the mother?

He doesn't have anyone.

That's why I come.

Don't really know how much
longer he's gonna be here.

Doesn't even have
a name.

Tell you what, I...

If I hear something,
maybe I'll let you know.

You would do that?

On the down-low,
yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Ambulance 61, right?

Yeah.

I'm Sylvie.

Thanks.

Hey, beautiful.

- Don't... Don't lie to me.
- What?

I was up all night,

and everything on TV kept
making me cry. [chuckles]

Hormones.

I meant to tell you: doctor's
appointment on the 12th.

Mm-hmm.

They said that we'll be able
to hear the baby's heartbeat.

- Wow.
- I know, right?

- This is real.
- This is real.

[Mouch] Knock it off.

[Herrmann] Hey, Gabby,
what you doing here?

- Miss us yet?
- Uh...

Some of you.

Ouch.

Tricia,
what are you doing here?

- How's your husband holding up?
- Made it out of surgery.

They think he's gonna
be all right.

That's great.

Is there someone
I can talk to?

It's about the
24th Street fire.

I think I have something
that can help.

My Bobby... he's 13.

They film everything
with their stupid phones.

Half the time, you're yelling
at them to put it down,

talk to you.

This time,
I'm glad he didn't.

This is the
crack house fire?

When I saw all that stuff
in the papers about you guys,

I just had to show
someone.

Bobby got it all.

You see the street's
blocked,

no one helping
you move those cars.

[Herrmann's voice] Who owns
these cars?

Move these cars.
We got a house on fire!

[woman] Let it burn!

[crowd yelling]

Everyone thinks one
of us set that fire.

It's not true, but you guys
did everything you could.

You don't deserve
the blame either.

Tricia, thank you.

My husband wouldn't
be alive with you.

I hope it helps.

More than you can
possibly imagine.

[Herrmann's voice] Which one
of these is yours?

[overlapping chat from video]

What is it?

You know how I keep
hitting walls

in the arson investigation?

Mm-hmm.

What if the neighbors
didn't set that fire?

We need these cars
moved now!

- Now!
- [woman] We don't want you here.

Remind me again
why I'm leaving your bed

to go to an office
that I hate?

You know, I really don't have
a good answer for that.

You're not very helpful.

Maybe things will
turn around at work.

I think we should
just be happy

that one of us
is out of trouble.

That video could really
bail your asses out.

Just in time, too.

Was starting to lose
my faith in humanity.

And then
you met me.

[smooches]

- Coffee?
- Yeah.

Okay.

Oh, hi.

I'm Jamie. I'm Kelly's friend,
not robbing the place.

Gabby.

Kelly let you wear
his Jonathan Toews jersey, huh?

I'm not really
a football person.

Hockey.

Right.

You're not from
Chicago, are you?

No, San Diego.

Is that about
the 24th Street fire?

Kelly was telling me.

Yeah, it is.

Roger Maddox, huh?

You heard of him?

Yeah, sure, he's
a big property developer.

Supposed to be
a real scumbag.

Good to know.

Uh, got to get to work.
It was nice to meet you.

You, too.

Wait.

So not all the girls
get to wear the jersey?

Hmm.

Borrelli,
come here a sec.

Clean the truck
by lunch.

I want to see my face
in that bumper.

Yes, sir, on it.

Lieutenant.

Danny, right?

Yeah, can I get a minute
to talk to my brother?

Yeah, of course.

Oh, hey,
that's right.

We got Captain RFC here,
ready for close-up.

You never met a camera
you didn't like, huh, Captain?

[chuckles]

Come on, Danny.

Jagoff.

This place is going
straight down the tubes.

Lucky for you,
you're getting out.

- What?
- I asked the District Chief

about moving you to 67.

Everything going on here...
you can't exactly say no.

I got to talk to Boden.

No, no, no,
don't talk to Boden.

Don't talk to anybody.
I got it handled.

I'll let you know
when it happens.

You stay alive.

Keep your head down,
you hear me?

[Chilton] Do you think it's too early
to start planning

a baby shower
for Dawson?

I want to make cupcakes.

[radio crackles]
Earth to Indiana,

can I get a
little help here?

[laughs]

Hey, what do pregnant
chicks like?

I don't know,
cakes made out of diapers.

Why the hell would you
make a cake out of a diaper?

Can we talk about
something else?

Want to talk
about that baby?

You really don't think
I know what you're doing.

You're sneaking off to the
hospital every chance you get.

You know, DCFS is gonna
take control in, like, two days.

Who knows what's gonna
happen to him?

Brett, you got
to let it go.

It's not healthy.

It's getting in the way
of your work.

I'm fine.

I'm totally fine.

Yeah, I can see that.

[over radio] 61, take a sick person
at 4321 Wilcox.

61 to Main, en route.
[engine starts]

[siren wailing]

Hey, are you sure
we have the right address?

4321.

Hey, anybody there?

Did you call
an ambulance, sir?

Yeah, yeah,
come inside.

Hey, Brett.

Brett! Brett!

Are you hurt, sir?

Drop your radios.
[radio chirps]

Now!

[over radio] Booth trying
to reach Main.

[bags thud]

In there.

Move.
[radio chirps]

[over radio] Is someone out there
trying to reach Main?

Is someone calling Main?

[Brett gasping]

[coughs]

[groaning]

Fix him.

[groans]

Sir, can you
hear me?

Sir?
Sir, can you hear me?

Shallow breathing.
Pulse is weak and thready.

He's losing
a lot of blood.

Blade could've
nicked the heart,

lacerated the spleen
or liver.

He needs to go
into surgery now.

We need to take him
to the hospital.

No, no hospitals,
no cops.

We don't care
what you're doing in here.

It's our job
to save this guy's life.

Shut up.

We got to get
an IV going.

Listen to your friend.

He is gonna die here,
and you know it.

She's right.

We have to take him
to a hospital.

I said no hospitals.

Look, this is just
an anonymous sick person call.

No one knows
we're here.

Just let us transport him
to the hospital.

You called us
for a reason.

I know you don't
want him to die.

- Shut up! Get back to work.
- No.

Brett!

You can shoot me,

or you can let us go
take him to the hospital

so we can save
his life.

Two choices, that's it.

Do it.

Do it or let us go.

You're totally fine, huh?

Corn muffin?
Baked them this morning.

You're gonna
want to hear this.

I met with the lady.
She's telling the truth.

So if one of the neighbors
didn't set the fire, who did?

I went down there.
I talked to the building owner.

It turns out he just accepted
an offer on the property.

Buyer's name is
Roger Maddox.

Seemed a little quick,
right?

So I did some digging.

Maddox bought four arson
buildings in the last year,

all in gentrifying neighborhoods
where the property value

at least doubled.

If he's not setting
the fires himself,

that's a hell of
a coincidence.

Let me see
what you got.

Nice job.

Hell yeah.

No, the other file.

Oh, right.

We're gonna need to reexamine
all the other old files,

try building a case
against this guy.

All due respect,

there's enough here
to bring him in to CPD,

at least
question him.

Sweetheart,

we're talking about accusing
someone of murder.

You're gonna need
a lot more than whatever's

in the cardboard box.

I'm with Suzie.
This is a great start.

So she was here alone,
no family, nothing?

I guess she followed a
boyfriend to Chicago last year.

Is he the father?

Hospital has attempted
to contact him,

but he's not calling back.

Well, what's his name?

Can't tell you that.

Why are you really coming
by to see this baby?

I told you.

I delivered him.

I know.

I know you're supposed to just
drop the patient off, walk away.

I've heard it
a million times.

But this one...

You know,
that duty nurse...

it's weird, like clockwork.

Every day at 1:00 pm,
she has a coffee break.

You know, I see her
outside on her bench.

I would never, ever advocate
this course of action, but,

you know, you pop the patient
code into the computer,

you never know
what you might find out.

Right.

But then,
you walk away.

I walk away.

[saw buzzing]

Right, kill the saw.

Kill the saw!
Doesn't work.

What do you mean?
It's working just fine.

I told you
it doesn't work.

What do you do?

Machines fail.

Men don't.

Anyone can do it
the easy way.

[grunting]
[wood creaking]

[alarm blares]

[over P.A.] Truck 81, Squad 3,
Ambulance 61.

Elevator call.
336 North State Street.

Lucky you, let's go.

[truck door closes]

Damn.

You know you got
a better chance

of being hit by
a truck, right?

People get hit
by trucks every day.

Otherwise,
we'd be out of a job.

Elevator's stuck.
This could be fun.

Nope,
these are yawners, kid.

Wait and you'll see.

[siren wails]

Family's in
elevator four.

Got a little girl.

We've been trying to
get it going

for a couple of hours.
No luck.

We finally had
to call you.

You try prying
open the doors?

Car's stopped
on the 25th floor,

but it's an express.

There's not another
opening till the 30th.

All right, stairs, guys.

All right, I got you.

[sliding doors rolling]

[doors clang]
[sound echoes]

Whoa.

Okay, maybe not
so boring.

Lieutenant, car's about
50 feet down.

Squad,
what's your ETA?

We got a rope rescue.

Hello, anybody hear me?

[over speaker] Yeah,
we're here.

You got CFD
on the line.

We're gonna get you
out of there, try to stay calm.

[over speaker] My daughter, she's having
an asthma attack.

We don't have the inhaler.

Get her taking
long, slow breaths.

Paramedics are on the way.

Got an 8-year-old
with a severe asthma attack

in the stuck car.

Patterson's
at the academy.

You're in charge of squad.

We'll extract
from the rooftop hatch.

Tony, get the ropes.

- Who's going in?
- I was thinking Herrmann.

He's the smallest.

Hey, guys,

there's a broken cable coiled up
on top of the elevator roof.

It's got to weigh 700 pounds.

It's blocking the entire hatch.

We're gonna have
to find another way in.

If we can't get in
from the top,

we have to go in
from the side.

Okay, how do
we do that?

We take off
the side panel.

We make a bridge,
use a couple planks.

We use a rescue car.

Pike pole for a handrail.

Walk the family across.

300 feet up?

It's what we got.

Okay, get the rescue car.

Let's go.

Candidate,
you're coming too.

Next stop, 25th floor.

[over speaker] What's going on?

Just hold steady.
We're coming for you.

Otis, let them down
nice and slow.

[mechanical wirring]

[Casey] All right, guys,
let's get that panel off.

Nice and easy.
There you go.

[whirring continues]

[Boden] Severide,
you tell us when.

[elevator whirs]

Now, Chief.

[thud]

- Who's going across?
- I am.

[board creaking]

[elevator drops slightly]
Easy, easy!

Take it easy, all right?
[metallic clanging]

Is everything okay?

Yeah, Chief,
we're good.

[Casey grunting]

[metallic clanging]

[tool clangs]
[item drops, bounces and clangs]

- Easy.
- Coming in.

- Good job. Okay.
- [girl wheezing]

Okay, hold on,
sweetheart.

This is gonna help you
breathe.

Okay, there you go.
Right on there.

Good job.
All right.

Here's some juice.
[oxygen hissing]

Okay, I'm gonna get you guys
out of here...

- It'll be okay.
- But I'm gonna need your help.

Come with me.

Stand here.

[man clears throat]

- All right, hold on to this.
- Okay.

Ma'am, we're gonna
get you across first.

One of us will
take your daughter.

Last man out will have
to walk across with no rail.

- [girl coughs]
- I'll go last.

Okay.

All right.

All right, use the rail.

Baby, it's okay.

Just hold on to the rail.

There you go.
You can do it.

That's it.
You're doing great.

Hey, hey, hey,
just look at me right here.

There you go, right here.

Come on.

- Good job. You good?
- Yeah.

Mom's across, you're up.
Let's go.

Okay, you sure?

Go, I'll be fine.

Okay, you ready?

I'm gonna get you
home, okay?

Let's go.

Okay.

Okay.

[loud creaking]
Hey, hey, whoa, whoa.

- Good, we're okay.
- [woman gasps]

I got you, I got you.

- I got her.
- All right.

Good job.

Nice and easy, buddy.
Look here.

Just walk straight ahead.
Small steps.

[loud creaking]

Steady!

I got you.
All right?

[exhales heavily]

Good job, guys.

[elevator bell dings]

Can you breathe,
sweetie?

You feeling better?
Yeah?

[girl coughing]

Nice work, Lieutenant.

That was intense.

That's you in a couple years
if you keep working hard.

That's him.

Blue shorts, black shirt.

Hey, what do you want
with this guy anyway?

He knew
a patient of mine.

Right.

Okay.

Hey.

It's good to see you again,
by the way.

Yeah, you, too.

[ball misses target]
[bouncing on ground]

- Hi, Damon, right?
- Yeah.

Can I talk to you
for a second?

Sweetheart, you can
talk to me all day.

Great. [clears throat]

I knew Alicia Morales.

I'm the paramedic
who tried to save her life.

I was the last person
she talked to.

I was also the first person
in the world to hold your son.

He's beautiful, you know?
He's healthy.

He's lived his whole life
so far in that hospital,

but he's still so happy.

He doesn't even
have a name.

Did you know that?

Alicia wasn't alive
long enough to give him one.

That's it.

Just wanted you
to know that.

All right.

Okay, [claps hands]
back to the game. Let's go.

Danny, what are
you doing here?

Looking for you.

District Manager
called me.

You didn't sign
your transfer papers.

You know how many hoops I had to
jump through to get you into 67?

- Yeah, about that.
- Forget it.

This is how we're
gonna handle it.

We go talk to Boden,
real cool, no big deal.

Danny, I'm not
changing houses.

I'm gonna stick it out here.

So, what, just because
51 is gonna get

out of this whole IED mess,
now you want to stick around?

It's got nothing
to do with that.

I like how they
do things here.

My gut is telling me
that this is where I belong.

[laughs] Your gut? You've been
on the job five minutes.

You've got your house.

- Let me have mine.
- You know what,

this is your problem right
there, man. I'm telling you.

You can never see what's
right in front of your face.

- Oh, come on.
- Nah, whatever.

You got it
all figured out.

[slams locker]

Tell me
I'm not crazy.

You're not.
It all adds up.

I don't care if this guy's
a rich real estate developer

or some psycho
with a lighter.

He is a serial arsonist.

We don't stop him,
more people are gonna die.

Duffy wouldn't call
him into CPD.

He says we don't
have enough proof.

I don't know
what to do, Chief.

We can't just let this ride.

Connie!

Get me that reporter
from the "Sun Times."

There's something
I thought you should see.

Your favorite patient
has a visitor.

[baby fussing]

Thanks.

You did that.

[fussing continues]

[music playing in background]

- Chief.
- Hey.

I just want to apologize.

The whole
baby thing...

I didn't exactly...

Sorry, the point is,
it's done.

What happened?

The dad showed up
out of nowhere, so...

- Glad to hear it.
- And the baby

has a name now too.

It's Alex.

So it all worked out.

It did.

Thanks.

♪♪

[cell phone buzzing]

Chief Riddle,
how can I...

Yes, sir.

On my way.

Danny, how are you?

Lieutenant, hey.

How's he doing?

He's a tough truckie.

He's gonna be fine.

Glad to hear it.

You look out
for him, okay?

Come here a second.

You know, I made
a promise to mom

that I'd take care of you
before she even got sick.

- Okay.
- And now I got to trust

some stranger
to look out for you.

It's hard for me, man.

At least if we were at the same
house, I'd have your back.

Danny, I appreciate everything
that you've done for me,

but I'm gonna be all right.

Can I get you a beer?

Club soda.

Solidarity!

Yeah, see how
long that lasts.

Club soda, huh?

What's next, dad jeans?

[Herrmann] Hey, hey!
Turn this up, will you?

[news anchor] ...is believed to be
under investigation for arson

by the
Chicago Fire Department.

Quoting an article
in the "Sun Times,"

CFD Chief Wallace Boden
has questioned

real estate developer
Roger Maddox's involvement

in several ongoing
arson investigations.

The magnate recently
purchased four arson buildings

in the metropolitan area.

I do not have thin skin.

I wouldn't be in
this business if I did,

but these accusations
are shameless and unfounded.

This is slander with
no basis, pure and simple,

and I intend to prosecute.

- [reporter] When asked by...
- Is that...

[reporter] ...CFD representatives
refused to comment

on any ongoing investigation
within the department.

Thank you.

[knocking on door]

Come on in.

The IED investigation
is officially closed.

That video was definitive.

You were lucky it
turned up when it did.

Yeah, very lucky, but I'm
betting that's not why I'm here.

What made you think
it was appropriate for you

to speak for the CFD regarding
an ongoing arson investigation?

The conversation I had
was completely off the record.

And you have evidence
to back up

what you said
about this guy?

- Yes, I do.
- Well, then, Wallace,

I suggest you produce
that evidence real quick.

Okay.

I was going to tell you.

You think that
would've mattered?

All I did was tell them
I know a little about the case

just to secure
the account.

They were going to fire me.

You know that.

Kelly!

Kelly, I will make this
up to you, I swear to God.

[elevator bell dings]

Thanks for meeting me.

Of course.

Hey, mama,

what are you doing
here?

Just forgot something.

Don't work too hard.

[exhales] Okay.

[keyboard clanking]

What?
Hold on.

"Files Not Found."

They're missing.
That's not possible.

What about hard copies?

[paper rustling]

They're gone!

Oh, God.

[Dawson groans]

- Oh!
- Gabby, Gabby.

S... Something's
wrong.

Sit right here.
Come on.

[gasping and groaning]

- God, this hurts.
- Okay.

Oh,
this hurts. [crying out]

- Breathe, come on, breathe.
- [Dawson crying out]

[cell phone rings]

[clears throat]

Hey, Chief.

Yeah.

Tell her I'll be right there.

Sync and corrected by
Gianluca Belfiglio