I am not adopting, Matt. I want to have my own baby.
Well, I want to also, but, Gabby, you can't have one.
This is one decision you can't leave me out of.
You know who I am.
You knew it wh you married me.
I haven't changed.
It used to be the thing you loved about me.
All I think about is you.
Aah!
Brett. Sylvie.
Listen, I'm sorry I jumped you on that call...
I have never been spoken to like that before in my life.
I treat you with respect every time the bells go off.
If you can't do the same for me,
don't ride with me on 61.
Chief Grissom's progress reports.
He's been tampering with the numbers since 2006
to make himself look more effective to the mayor.
The mayor just appointed the CFD's next commissioner.
Call Grissom.
I look forward to scrutinizing
every aspect of the CFD, and bring it in line
with what a city as great as Chicago
can expect from its first responders.
All I'm hearing at Molly's
is firefighters groveling about reduced, you know, furloughs
and pushing back retirement dates and...
Two months into the Commissioner Grissom era
and morale is rock bottom.
What's two years going to look like?
Hey, Otis, what happened to taking that report
- to the mayor's office? - The Chief balked.
He wouldn't even give me an answer as to why.
Hey, I know why.
He doesn't want to embarrass the department,
the mayor's office in an election season.
It's political.
Yeah, that's makes sense.
What are you doing?
Just trying to distract you while I steal your coffee.
Fail.
How's he doing?
You want to talk to me, Chief?
Uh-huh.
Over the last few months, you have dinged
every new partner you've had, Sylvie.
I-I don't know about dinging.
I've... I've politely suggested that we find better fits.
The paramedic that you are getting today,
Emily Foster, she stays here, unless or until Dawson returns.
Okay,
I mean, it seems like we should...
Give her a chance to succeed here, yes, I completely agree.
Chief, I'm not arguing with your decision, but...
That's good, then I'll see you at the morning briefing.
Okay, everybody. Settle.
So, first bit of news, you may have noticed
- that Connie's desk is empty. - Yeah, what's up, Chief?
I'm delighted to tell you that over the past four years,
Connie has received her master's degree in counseling.
- No kidding. - She just got hired
at her dream job, head of counseling
at Whitney Young Magnet School.
They asked her to start immediately,
and I couldn't stand in her way.
- Well, that's fantastic. - Yes, it is.
I didn't get a chance to say good-bye.
- None of us did. - I hear you.
But it's okay 'cause...
she knows how much we love her here.
So, new business.
We have a new paramedic, Emily Foster, starting today.
Is Emily here?
Did it start yet?
Oh, damn it.
- I'm so sorry, Chief Bodie. - It's Boden.
Right, Boden. Sorry.
Hmm.
Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61,
man trapped, 45 West Hubbard Street.
Manpower sent me to Ambo 41,
so I was all the way at Congress and Wells
when they called back with the correction.
- Uh, yeah, that happens. - Oh, it does?
- Oh, thank God. - How long have you been
- with the CFD, Emily? - It's my third month.
But I'm loving it so far.
What's the problem?
Coleman, our head of maintenance.
Yeah?
Uh, he was working on our freight elevator.
Kind of leaning out into the shaft, you know,
when all of a sudden, the car drops,
knocks him clean on the head.
He falls, the car stops, but then it starts again.
Show us.
- Back up, guys. - Now, guys.
All right, guys, first thing we got to do
is gain control of this cart
before it crushes him down there.
- Cruz, Capp, grab some crib... - Casey!
- Casey!
Damn it! Cruz, Capp, grab the hurst tool
and as much cribbing as you can carry.
- Copy. - Hurry!
Otis, override the controls and shut it off.
I can't see.
You got hit in the head. You have blood in your eyes.
Pike poles! Let's go!
Power's cut on the freight elevator.
It's not stopping, Otis.
The power's out.
Get down!
- Tony! - Got it.
- What's your name? - Co... Coleman.
Let me see your head. Hold this against it.
And I can't se...
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Out of my way!
- I got the hurst, Lieutenant! - Put it in the gap!
Open the jaws, and catch it when it comes down!
Done!
- Got it? - Yeah.
Okay, now we can breathe.
Let's get the cribbing in there to maintain the gap,
and we can unbolt the floor latch and pull up Casey.
You okay down there, Casey?
Uh, a little cramped, actually.
Damn.
Hey, man, I don't mean to step on your captain-ness,
but how about not throwing yourself into harm's way
before we get a clear-eyed assessment of the call?
I just reacted.
Yeah, like you had a death wish.
Ah, Ramirez made his move.
What's this?
Got an ongoing game
with Beto Ramirez from first shift.
One match is months in the making, and I've never won.
It's super exciting.
I know. By the looks of it...
I'm about to topple his king.
I mean, look, he... he stretched his defense,
he's broken his line.
Left himself vulnerable. Checkmate in eight.
Nope.
No? What... what do you mean no?
I mean, if you start with your rook,
he's four away from trapping your queen.
- Where are you going? - To think.
What'd you see?
I don't really know how to play chess.
- I just like to mess with Otis. - Got it.
Who have you ridden with so far?
Uh, I've had two partners.
A guy named MacAuley and a guy named Ogle.
- Oof. - Are they friends of yours?
Oh, Lord, no.
One of them's Mr. Doom and Gloom,
and the other one's just plain mean.
Thank God. I thought it was just me.
- That's all you've had so far? - So far.
Both said it's better to float.
Don't get attached to one house or one partner.
Just keep things moving.
By your face. I see that's bad advice.
Uh, no, it...
technically not a bad idea to find the right fit.
Anyway, I got to get my paperwork filled out
and turned in because obviously
I didn't get it sorted before the bells went off.
I'm going to try and dig myself
out of that hole with Chief Brody.
Chief Broden? B... Chief Boden.
- Boden. - Okay.
- Give me that one. Thank you. - Wallace.
Jerry, you got a promotion.
Assistant Deputy Commissioner.
I can see that. Congratulations.
Well, it was a meteoric rise, I guess you could say.
I'm just happy Commissioner Grissom
- recognized my potential. - Huh.
The man has been making lots of dynamic changes.
Streamlining overhead, re-examining facilities,
reducing costs while maximizing potential.
Updating resources while replacing
faulty, out-of-date equipment.
Finally, we have a Commissioner
who understands what it means to be a leader.
- Hmm. - I'm proud to support him
any way I can.
He, uh, has asked me to keep a closer eye
on some of our busier houses.
Mine, to be precise?
Hope this won't be too awkward for you.
I mean, last time we worked together,
I was a candidate, you were, what, Lieutenant?
- Captain. - Oh, right.
Oh, Jerry, this will not be awkward for me.
Make yourself feel at home. Let me know how I can help.
I'll be sure to do that.
Of all the people...
What's up?
I'm going to ask you the same thing.
I'm not sure what you're getting at.
When's the last time you talked to her?
- Talked or texted? - Either.
Uh, a few days, a week? I-I don't know.
When she told me her two-week mission
was going to extend a month, I didn't protest.
But when that month became two, I-I blew up a little.
- Maybe a lot. - Yeah?
We started out FaceTiming, then phone calls.
Now it's pretty much just two-word texts.
I think I'm more angry than anything else.
Okay, well, in my opinion, that's not just on Dawson.
If you want this long-distance thing to work,
you might want to step it up.
Says the guy who's so good at sharing his feelings.
Well, this is one of those "do as I say" type situations.
I'll keep that in mind.
- Matt? - Hey, Gabby.
Hi. I'm sorry I didn't call right back.
It's been a bear of a week, but really good.
Yeah, I-I tried you a couple times.
No, I know, I know, I'm sorry,
but when I get a breath, it's, you know, 2:00 in the morning,
and my phone is dead, and... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I...
Tell me what's happening.
Um, well, we just got power back
to this part of the island, and we had 40 volunteers
set up shelter stations where families come in,
they get food and water, they can get checked out
by a doctor or a medic.
I mean, some of these kids...
Sorry, um, they haven't really had medical care
in, like, over a year, so they're tired
and confused and hungry,
but when they come in, Matt, you should see their smiles.
They are just so grateful, and I hug them,
and I tell them it's not their fault,
and it's just...
I swear I'm getting more out of it than they are.
- What? - It sounds great.
Oh, tomorrow four of us are going over to Mayaguez
to convince FEMA we need more of everything.
Like, jump bags, medicine, the basics, gauze,
scissors, aspirin...
Um, I really want to talk to you,
but I got to get running... can I call you back later?
- Yeah, of course. - Okay, thanks, Matt.
Love you. Talk soon. Mwah.
You too.
So...
something I want to make you both very aware of.
I saw.
Assistant Deputy Fire Commissioner Gorsch
has let me know, pointedly, that he's going to be
keeping a very close eye on Firehouse 51.
I'm surprised it took Grissom this long
to sic the dogs on us.
Well, this particular dog... I have history with.
Oh, yeah?
Story for another day.
Anyway, here's how we're going to handle it.
For the rest of the shift,
we are gonna batten down the hatches.
I mean, I do not want anybody standing around.
Truck, Squad, I want combination drills, I...
Sorry to interrupt, gentleman, but, uh...
I come from the school of leadership
that prefers open doors, so...
if we could just leave this open from now on...
That'd be great.
- Casey. - Brett.
I was just wondering
if you've heard from Gabby recently.
Yeah, I just talked to her.
She was doing really well, actually.
- That's great. - Yeah.
Any word on when she's coming back?
I-I think it's still fluid at this point.
I just, um...
I-I texted her a few times before she left,
but I just want to talk to her face-to-face.
I know what you mean.
Well, it's good to hear she's doing well.
- Yeah. - I'm sure she's taken over
the entire relief effort at this point.
Probably.
I've studied Glucksberg vs. Najdorf
and Byrne vs. Fischer,
and I'm confident that I'll have checkmate in...
seven moves.
- What? What? - Tell him, Mouch.
Well, ah, I can see one, two, three flaws with your theory.
- That's what I had. - Especially if Ramirez
sacrifices his whatch-a-madingy.
- His rook. - Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
Hey, Squad 3, let's go fill up the rig.
- Severide. - What's up, Danvers?
You hear the new one from headquarters?
Uh-uh.
Looks like Commissioner Grissom
is now picking a fight with the union.
- Over what? - Health care.
Says there's going to be another increase
to our premiums, which is the total opposite
of what he told our firehouse before he got the job.
What do you know about Assistant Deputy Commissioner Jerry Gorsch?
Why?
He's posted up at 51 this shift.
He's looking for dust on shelf tops and crumbs on the floor.
Boden says they have a history.
Never heard of him, but that doesn't mean anything.
I spent my entire career avoiding headquarters.
Hey, I hear that.
- Topped off, Lieutenant. - All right.
Hey, thanks for the heads-up. Help!
Help! It's Morgan! He hit a power line!
Hey, Danvers, grab the ropes... hurry!
Got you.
Main, this is Engine 77.
I'm at the Fulton Depot, and I need an ambulance right away.
We have a burn victim.
He's breathing.
He's got a pulse.
That is my favorite part of riding Squad.
You never know what Severide's liable to try.
What's that, now?
Oh, you should have seen it, Chief.
We're at the Fulton Depot refueling,
and these construction workers just start shouting.
Turns out the guy that was running the jackhammer
struck a power line.
He should have called before he dug.
Yeah, anyway, we're getting set up for a rope rescue,
and the guy just bursts into flames.
But out of nowhere, Severide just launches
and knocks the guy free.
- Is that right? - Yeah.
And we were able to smother the worker
and get a pulse.
It was a great save.
So you just ignored your training?
I wouldn't say that.
When dealing with a power line,
at what point were you taught to make contact
with a victim attached to an active current?
I do whatever I have to do to save a human life.
And what happens when good firefighters
risk their lives to save yours?
If you don't like my methods, report me to your boss.
He's the one who trained me.
Oh, Commissioner Grissom's already had a lot to say about you.
Anything else?
- Otis. - Yes, Chief?
You still have that report on Grissom?
Yeah. I mean, yes.
I want you to go over it with a fine-tooth comb,
make sure every figure is triple-checked.
Are you going to take it to the mayor's office?
You just bring it to me when you're done.
Yes, Chief.
Hey, Brett, this guy I'm seeing, Declan...
he owns this speakeasy
under the old Wesley Memorial Bank downtown.
- You been there? - Mm-mm.
Well, it rocks, and I got the hookup.
So, if you want to come with me tonight,
there will be no standing in line.
Oh, thank you. May... maybe another time.
- You got a hot date? - Uh, no.
Um, I'm... I'm single.
Just so you know,
this place is like a feeding frenzy, girl.
Like, you will get eaten alive.
Whenever you want to go, just let me know.
Okay.
Don't let it drag on the bottom, now, Kelly.
You can be the Chief of the firehouse,
the captain of this boat, but don't tell me
how to fish, old man.
Oh, is that right?
That's right.
Hey, Chief, what's the story with you and Jerry Gorsch?
That one.
Back when I first made Captain of Firehouse 22,
we had a young candidate named Jerry Gorsch,
who might have been good at a lot of things.
All I know is firefighting was not one of them.
- Sounds like a problem. - It was.
When it came time to write up my year-end report,
I let our battalion chief know my feelings on the subject.
And Gorsch found out?
They sent him to headquarters
where his talents were better suited.
- What talents? - Political ones.
Does he know you were responsible?
I was open about it. Hell, he should be thanking me.
He has done quite well, rising up through the ranks...
his way.
It's just like Grissom to find your Achilles' heel
and use it against you.
Chief, you cool if I take a furlough week?
You going somewhere?
I'm thinking about stepping it up,
as someone recently advised me.
- Maybe heading to San Juan. - Really?
- Oh, let him take it. - Set the hook.
Oh, come on. Easy now.
That means he's fighting you. Come on, fight him back.
Fight him back. Get him up here.
- Yeah! - Yeah!
Oh, come on, get it! Get it! Whoo!
Ah, hey, Mr. Fish.
Hey, Chief, hi.
- Ho, ho, Ramirez! - Zvonecek!
I got you, man. I finally got you.
- Uh, what? - Checkmate in eight, brother.
I've studied every permutation,
and black is vulnerable no matter what you do.
Brian, I haven't been to Firehouse 51 in seven months.
- I transferred over to 84. - You did what?
I'm humping hoses on Engine 84... I thought you knew.
- Who have I been beating? - I don't know.
Who... who have I been beating?
That's disgusting.
- Uh-oh. - Uh-oh.
Hey, it's the jolly fishermen.
- How have the bass been biting? - Well, you and Mouch
should have come and found out for yourselves.
- Yeah, I had to work. - I had to drink.
How come I didn't get an invite?
Because I'm waiting for those reports.
Actually...
Hey, Chief.
- Thank you. - Yeah.
I got them for you.
It's not a case of sour grapes, Dale.
I want you to know that. I'm not angling for the job.
- What am I looking at? - Manipulated statistics.
Grissom deliberately falsified the numbers in his district
to make it seem busier, more efficient, more productive,
and the mayor's office bought right into it.
- You sure? - Hmm.
This is a serious allegation.
It would have been better to have it before his appointment.
I understand.
To be honest, misinterpretation of my motives
is why I haven't come forward until now, but...
it's not about me.
It's about the Chicago Fire Department.
I will take it to the mayor immediately.
This is Jerry Gorsch.
Yes, sir.
Um, about 20 minutes.
I'll head there right away, sir.
Did you think that up yourself...
- just like all whippity-whop? - No, it's an old saying.
Uh, what... what... what is this?
Oh... looks like there's a note.
"Didn't see my knight. Checkmate in two."
Winky face.
Who am I even playing?
Let the record show I am on time
for my second shift at Firehouse 51.
- Oh. - Whoo.
Ambulance 61, man down from unknown causes,
435 South Ashland Avenue.
- What's up? - Some joker in there
got hit in the head with a brick.
Some kind of domestic... sister's boyfriend maybe.
- You arrest the guy? - Was gone before we got here.
Is the victim conscious?
Yeah, but it doesn't look too good.
Show us.
I told Little B not to come here
whenever Jamiel was home.
He ain't supposed to be here never.
We wasn't doing nothing!
All right, let me see.
Come on.
God.
He's got orbital pressure buildup.
We got to get him to Med right away.
He doesn't want us to move him.
What? He could lose his eye.
He's got an ankle monitor. I'm calling Corrections
to get them to shut it off, but if you remove him
before it disconnects, he's going to go back to jail
- for violating parole. - We can't wait.
We have to transport you.
I can explain the circumstances.
Yeah, and how long I'm gonna be sitting in a cell
while some judge sorts that out?
Please don't move me until this thing gets shut off, all right?
I can't pay no attorney.
Hand me the scalpel from the jump bag.
For what?
I'm going to perform the lateral canthotomy.
You're three months on the job.
- We're not trained for that. - I am.
- No, absolutely not. - Ten minutes.
If we tried to move him now, he'd lose the eye anyway.
Hold still.
Ready? Keep breathing.
Just keep breathing for me, okay?
Slow and steady.
You're okay, just breathe, breathe.
- What... what you doing, lady? - Trust me.
I have to release the pressure, or we're going to be picking up
your eyeball off the floor.
Deep breath.
Easy.
You okay?
Can I have some gauze, please?
Tape.
Thank you.
Okay, DSC is shutting off the monitor now.
You're good to go.
You okay, Jamiel? You still here?
All right.
Okay, we're going to lift you up on three.
One, two, three.
How do you know how to perform surgery?
Different lifetime ago.
I heard the surgeons talking.
Looks like the guy we brought in, Jamiel...
he's going to be fine.
Might have some blurry vision for a while,
but they think he'll make a full recovery.
That's great.
I'm sorry for...
taking over that call.
You're the PIC,
and I know I should wait for you to give orders.
It was just time sensitive, so I jumped on it.
No, it's... it's cool.
That's what a good partner should do.
- Was that Emily Foster? - Uh-huh.
She's a paramedic now?
Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
Otis, what are you doing? It's end of shift.
Exactly. I reset the chess board,
and now I have to see who from third shift
comes in and moves a piece.
Okay, well, look, unless you want to find another ride home,
the train is leaving the station in five minutes.
Oh, I'm going to be here all day if I have to.
I have to know.
Okay.
Oh, you can't be serious.
Ha ha! Ha ha!
Explain yourself.
What do you want from me, Otis? Ramirez transferred out.
I saw the chess board just sitting here,
begging me to make a move. I...
- Why didn't you tell me? - What? I don't know.
We're competing against each other all the time,
which brings a fair share of trash talking,
jawing, and guff.
And, um, I think...
I think it was nice
to just play a game against you
without all the extra shenanigans.
- That's sweet, actually. - Yeah, it was.
I mean, it was sweet
when I didn't know who was going to win.
But now that I have proven once again that I am the queen
of all I survey,
I see nothing wrong with a little verbal sparring.
Oh, here we go.
Do they make trophies for chess champions?
I mean, they do, right?
Which you should look into
because my birthday is coming up,
and I need a little decoration for the mantel.
Okay, well, we'll see about that,
because tonight I want a rematch...
at Molly's, with time limits.
Oh, you're on, son,
but you better bring a defense this time.
She said she would have caught twice as many fish as me
if we'd only invited her along.
That sounds like Kidd.
Anyway, um...
Boden's boat kind of gave me the bug.
I think I might head up to Wisconsin,
try and catch some walleye.
- You want in on that? - Maybe.
Or maybe I'll need a lift to the airport.
All right, well, let me know. I'm happy either way.
Yeah.
Wallace.
Jerry.
Looks like you've been pretty busy, Chief.
A lot of free time on your hands?
I thought it would ease your mind
to know that the mayor's office received your report,
and while they appreciate your concern,
they're already well aware of the clerical error
in regards to District 5's call log.
- Clerical error? - That's right.
I'm sure you understand how these things happen.
You use a temp agency, you expect them to know
the inner workings of the Chicago Fire Department,
all of its tics, and, well, it's harder than it looks.
The mayor let Commissioner Grissom know
that he has his full confidence.
They've grown really close... the mayor and Grissom.
They share the same outlook, you might say.
Anyway...
that office back there... noticed it's empty.
I'd appreciate you keeping it cleared for me
so I can work out of here on a more permanent basis.
"Permanent"?
Yeah, is that a problem?
No, Jerry. Not a problem.
Good.
Gabby.
Hey, Matt.
- You're back. - Yeah, I am.
Those look more like leaving bags
than staying bags.
Um...
yeah, they asked me to extend again.
- How long? - Um...
Uh, it's a permanent position.
I can't describe to you
the amount of aid they need down there.
I mean, it's like the bell's going off every single minute.
They asked me to lead a unit,
directing two dozen men and women...
doctors, nurses, lawyers, engineers,
people who are giving up...
everything just to help.
You could come with me.
We could go together.
I'm a Chicago guy.
You know that.
Yeah.
I'm so sorry, Matt.
I didn't know it was going to turn into this when I left.
- I just thought... - You're meant to do this.
All your training, your years as a paramedic,
your time as a firefighter, it led you to this.
I'm just lucky I got to walk alongside you
as long as I did.
Thank you.
I'm proud of you.
I've never known anyone as good as you, Matt Casey.
I never will.
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