Chicago Fire (2012–…): Season 4, Episode 14 - All Hard Parts - full transcript
Severide confronts Chili about her behavior, while Jimmy faces Antonio in the first annual "Battle of the Badges".
- Next week,
Antonio's Boxing Gym,
battle of the badges.
- Who's fighting for 51?
- Actually, I already
volunteered.
- Colin Becks--
alderman for the 52nd Ward.
I'm putting together
a fundraiser.
It would mean a lot
if you were there.
- Every day we come to work,
we have to be willing
to lay down our lives
for perfect strangers.
[applause]
- I heard what happened
to your sister.
I am terribly sorry
for your loss.
- I'm fine.
- What happened to drying out?
If drinking's an issue,
you really have to
take it seriously.
- I can handle this myself.
[doorbell rings]
[somber music]
♪
[sobbing]
I'm so sorry.
♪
[dishes clinking]
♪
[indistinct chatter]
- We're good.
We're back, okay?
- She tried to dump you
as her partner.
- We all go bananas on this job
at some point, Otis.
- I've had days where
I'd like to give the boot
to every single one of you.
Boom, Boom.
- Excuse me, are you Matt Casey?
- Yeah.
That's me.
What can I do for you?
- You can run for alderman.
- I'm sorry?
- I get ahead of myself.
Um, Tamara Jones.
Hi.
- Hi.
- I think you should run
against Becks for alderman
of the 52nd Ward and win.
- Uh, I've never done
a political thing in my life.
- Neither have I.
I teach junior high.
But I'm over the empty suits
in front of the cameras.
You, for the tornado victims?
That was real.
- Listen, Tamara,
um, I'm flattered.
And I hope you find someone.
But...
I'm not a politician.
- Okay.
Well, thanks for your time.
- Yeah, sure.
- Well, there goes my shot
at First Lady.
- Was that a gag?
Did you guys put her up to that?
[alarm blares]
- Ambulance 61,
man down from unknown causes.
2133 123rd Street.
[siren wails]
[dramatic music]
♪
- [knocks on door]
Paramedics!
Anyone call 911?
- Dispatch, can you confirm
2133 123rd Street?
- That's the address.
You want a truck company
for a forced entry?
- It looks like whoever
called took off.
We're gonna do a lap and see
if anything turns up.
- Copy that--
- Help!
My brother's been shot!
- Uh, all right, stay calm.
Can you open the front door
and let us in?
- I can't.
He came in all messed up,
and then he locked the bolt
and passed out in front
of the door.
- Dispatch, we're gonna need
that forced entry.
- Hey, bud, what's your name?
- Tino.
- Tino, I need you
to do me a favor.
I need you to leave
this window open,
and I need you
to sit by your brother, okay?
Where was he shot?
- In his leg.
The hole's really big.
- It's probably a shotgun wound.
Okay, Tino, we're gonna help you
until we can come inside.
But what I want you to do now
is put pressure on the hole.
- I-I can't.
Can't you come in?
- We can't,
not with the deadbolt.
- Look, you can do it, sweetie.
All right, you're being
really brave.
You'll do great.
♪
- [groaning]
- Oh, wait!
Oh, something's wrong!
The blood got worse!
It's everywhere!
You got to come in!
- Tino, buddy, firemen
are gonna be here
as soon as they can.
But right now,
we're gonna tell you
how to save your brother.
♪
- Pack it?
- Yeah.
- All right, Tino,
I'm gonna need you
to take your shirt off,
but keep your hand pressed
on your brother's leg
the whole time.
- Okay.
- Take your shirt, and wad it up
into a ball, and try to pack it
into your brother's leg.
You want to get
the shirt in there
and under the edges of the hole.
- [groaning]
- Make sure you get it in there
as much as you can.
- [moaning]
- I did it!
- Okay, take off your belt.
- I don't have a belt.
- That's okay, just anything--
anything that you can
tie around his leg
to keep the shirt in place.
- Can I tape it?
We have duct tape.
- Yes, okay, that's perfect.
Just make sure you do it
really tight
so that the shirt
stays put, okay?
[dramatic music]
♪
[sirens wailing]
- [grunts]
Now what?
- Now we get you
and your brother out of there.
Come on, guys!
Hurry!
♪
Hey, Tino.
You did a really great job
with your brother.
- Is he gonna be okay?
- He's gonna have to
get checked out by a doctor,
but he's got a really good
chance 'cause of you.
- Thank you.
- Hey, you want to hop
in back with me,
ride with your brother
to the hospital?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Yeah? Come on.
- So how are you overall?
- I'm good.
Why?
- [chuckles]
Because I want to know.
How are you?
- I'm fine.
I mean, it's gonna be a process.
Right?
I've got to learn how
to be honest about my feelings
instead of pushing everybody
away like I have been.
But I'm up for that.
- I'm very glad to see
that you are well
and confident.
- Good, thanks.
- But promises...
are just words, Chili.
I'd like to see you
succeed here.
I really do.
But we are way past
the leap of faith stage
right now.
You still have two strikes.
That means you have to
stay the course.
That means you have to
back up your words.
There aren't any more
second chances.
- Thanks for the pep talk.
- Well, if it isn't
the Great White Dope.
- Herrmann!
- It isn't just me.
Have you seen the betting board
for the smokers?
- Really?
Every single one of you
doesn't think I'll make it
past the first round?
- Don't take it personally, kid.
Antonio's ex-Golden Gloves.
And you're...you.
- You remember
the "Rumble in the Jungle"?
Two of boxing's
greatest powerhouses
facing each other in the ring?
This is not that.
[plate shatters]
[ominous music]
♪
- [sighs]
♪
- Hey.
- What's up?
- How's it going?
- Good.
Did you see the betting board
in there?
Everyone's betting that Jimmy's
not gonna make it through
the first round.
- I saw.
- It's kind of crazy.
It should be fun, though.
Are you gonna go to the fight?
- I'm gonna try and make it.
- Cool.
Should be fun.
- Yeah, you just said that.
♪
- Anyway...
[laughs]
Back to the salt mine.
♪
- [clears throat]
So I heard
that you are thinking
about running for alderman.
- Oh, nice.
- Okay, well, this is a joke.
Right?
Whole thing's a joke.
- I swear to God--
- No, I looked it up.
It's only one meeting a month.
Lots of aldermen have
full-time jobs--
businessmen, cops.
Hey, salary's about
100 grand a year.
- How much?
- I am dead serious, okay?
Aldermen--they get to vote
on where contracts go,
what laws get passed.
That stuff isn't
just politics, man.
That makes a difference
for people.
- 100 grand?
I'll run.
- Zip it, Herrmann.
- It's not just
one meeting a month.
That's the bare minimum.
Then you have
committee meetings,
public events--
- Come on, Mouch.
Hey, when's the last time
the CFD had a real voice?
- [claps]
Exactly.
- And how do I give the CFD
a real voice, Otis?
- I don't know.
I just thought it was
a good thing to say.
- Guys, enough.
Casey's not gonna do it, okay?
Back off.
- Yeah.
Back off.
- I would look really cute
in a little pillbox hat, though.
- Bet you would.
- That lady who was here
earlier today,
she left a message for you.
- "Meet me at this address
in an hour,
"and I'll never bother you
again after that.
I'll bring doughnuts."
- Couldn't hurt to hear her out.
- Oh, you're gonna get killed!
Are you out of your mind?
- [panting]
What?
- You can't look that good
in front of people.
Come on.
Yeah, see?
That's more like it.
Okay?
- Are you sure this is cool?
- These guys, Antonio,
they think you're gonna
get destroyed.
But you and me, we got a plan,
don't we?
- Yeah.
- See?
You defend.
You're gonna land one punch--
one.
Then you're gonna stay
the hell out of Antonio's way,
'cause that's how you're
gonna get to the second round
and make your 400 bucks.
Come on, keep the punches low.
People are watching.
- Taking a ride.
Oh, this place is bleak.
- I'm only here
for the doughnuts.
- [chuckles]
Nice try.
You're here 'cause
this woman needs to be heard,
and nobody's doing it.
And you're the kind of guy
who can't let someone down
in need,
and I love you for that.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Thanks for coming.
- Gabriella Dawson,
Tamara Jones.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Here you go.
- Oh!
- [laughs]
- Yum.
- Wow.
So, uh, why exactly
are we here?
- I wanted you to see where
the kids in your ward
are playing.
It's in violation
of about a dozen safety laws.
The alderman promised
to get us the funds
to get it up to code,
but you can see
how that turned out.
- Hey, I get it.
I've met Becks.
The guy's a jerk.
- Not Becks.
Davis.
That's the alderman
before Becks.
That's how long
this neighborhood's
been living
with broken promises.
- You seem more cut out
for this than me.
- That's because you haven't
seen me put my foot in it.
We need a hero,
not a hothead.
First step is
getting a petition
with neighborhood signatures.
I can get you more than half
of what you need.
Here you go.
- Thank you.
[radio beeps]
- Truck 81, Ambulance 61.
Level one hazmat.
1301 West Grand Avenue.
[sirens wailing]
[dramatic music]
♪
- Hey, we received reports
of a hazmat incident.
- That was me.
We use an ammonia cooling system
for the flowers.
Nate, he radioed that he was
moving some flats,
and he clipped a pipe
with the forklift,
snapped a valve.
Said he was gonna try
to close it,
but he never made it out.
- Dispatch, what's the situation
with Squad 3?
- Still on that SCUBA call.
Squad 6 en route.
ETA 15 minutes.
- Okay, take one man,
do a quick sweep.
- Jimmy.
- Casey.
Your gear won't last long.
Do a quick sweep.
You don't find him,
you get out.
Understood?
- Yes, Chief.
Ammonia's gonna react
with any moisture on your body.
- Control the breath,
minimize condensation.
- Right.
♪
- How's it going in there?
- Nothing so far, Chief.
We got to find this guy
in five.
We'll definitely
be feeling the burn.
♪
You all right?
- Yeah.
- Still no sign of the victim?
- Nope.
- Okay, I'm calling it.
Get out of there.
♪
- Hey!
Chief!
We got him.
He's lying in a pool of ammonia.
- Casey, Jimmy,
your gear is not rated
for liquid ammonia.
Do not step into that liquid,
do you hear me?
♪
- Yeah, we hear you, Chief.
♪
- Okay.
Let's step backward.
- Good plan.
[dramatic music]
♪
- Chief, how long till
Squad 6 gets here?
- Five minutes at least.
- What are this guy's chances
lying in this ammonia
for five more minutes?
- Not good.
- Can't wait.
We're bringing him out.
Get on my six
and be ready to pull.
- Copy that.
♪
- Okay.
One, two, three.
♪
- Decon tent, over here.
♪
Decontamination fog
will neutralize the ammonia
right away.
- They're cleared.
- Ambo.
♪
- He's not breathing.
I got to tube him.
- Okay.
♪
- [whispering]
God.
His airway's trashed.
I can't see the cords.
- Do you want a hand?
- No, I got it.
♪
Damn it!
♪
- Here.
♪
Oh, Chili, no.
- No, I can do it.
Move.
- No, the ammonia
burned his trachea.
There's no way--
- Just be quiet!
♪
- Chili, he's gone.
♪
- Damn it!
[scope clatters]
♪
What?
He didn't make it, okay?
[somber music]
♪
- [sighs]
I'm sorry.
- He's dead?
Oh, God.
God, I should've gone
to get him.
- If you had,
we would have lost you too.
- He never had a chance.
The exposure was too great.
There was nothing
you could've done.
♪
Hey.
You okay?
- Just part of the job, right?
Do our best for them,
and then move on.
♪
You ready to get out of here?
- Sure.
♪
- The betting window is closed.
Dawson and Herrmann
are the only two idiots--
sorry, people--
who think that Jimmy will
make it out of the first round.
- Do you have
a ring girl yet?
- Not yet.
Wasn't really planning on it.
- Can I be the ring girl?
- Isn't that kind of...
- Demeaning?
- That's the word.
- It's always been
a dream of mine.
- You know what my dream's
always been, Connie?
Getting rid of that
single-ply toilet paper
you signed off on
three months ago.
- I can probably make
double-ply happen again.
- You're the ring girl.
- [laughs]
Yes!
- Shrewd.
- [humming melody]
Hey.
- What's up?
- Uh-oh, you--
you want something.
- No.
What's your take on Chili?
- [sighs]
Uh...I don't know.
One second she's great,
and then the next,
she's blowing up on a call.
And then she takes breather,
and then she's on top
of the world.
I don't know, Brett seems
to feel good about her
as a partner.
- Okay.
- Why, what are you
picking up on?
- I don't know yet.
Um, but thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
[bell rings, applause]
- Ladies and gentlemen,
before we get to the main event,
I wanted to remind you
that all ticket sales tonight
go to help the families
of those affected by the attacks
at the Morrison Center
for African-American Culture.
[cheers and applause]
Thank you.
- You hear that?
- Whoo!
[applause]
- I don't see Chili.
- Are you surprised?
- Sure I can't talk you
out of this?
- And forfeit?
No way.
You trained me.
I'm ready.
- Well, I trained you
for Roman.
- Hey, I hurt my wrist,
not my ears.
- It's cool.
I'll take it easy on him.
- Aww, that's so nice of you,
Antonio,
but you know what?
He doesn't need that.
- All right.
- All right.
- Okay, good fight.
- Good luck.
- Let's go.
- Yeah, good luck.
- You'll need it.
- All right, you feel like
you're in trouble,
I want you to say,
"Angela del Rios."
- What?
- It's a girl we went
to high school with.
You want to throw
Antonio off his game,
drop her name.
- I'm not gonna need that.
I know what I'm doing.
- Mm-hmm.
[cheers and applause]
[rock music]
- Giving it to 'em!
- Connie!
- Yeah!
- Connie!
[cheering continues]
- Whoo!
- Ooh!
♪
- We're not worthy!
- All right, you got this.
Stay on your toes and use
your punch combinations,
just like we practiced.
- Fighters, to the center
of the ring.
Obey my command at all times.
Let's have a clean fight.
Tap gloves.
- Come on, Jimmy!
- Get him, Antonio!
[cheers and applause]
- Come on, you got this.
You got this.
- Hands up.
Hands up, all right?
[bell rings]
- Box!
- Come on, Jimmy!
- Come on, Antonio!
- Jab, Jimmy!
- Kill him!
- Come on, come on!
- Easy!
- Hands up, Jimmy!
Hands up!
[cheering]
- No!
- Eat that!
- Yeah!
Good job, buddy!
That's it, Jimmy!
That's it!
- Okay, you got your one hit.
One hit.
- [screaming]
both: CFD!
- Oh, my God.
[crowd chanting]
CFD! CFD!
- Oh, no.
- Easy!
Okay, all right.
[crowd chanting]
CFD! CFD!
[dramatic music]
♪
- No!
- Ange--
- Oh, no!
- Yeah!
- Ooh!
- [groans]
- Come on, Jimmy!
Don't let him count you out!
- One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
- Yeah!
What?
- Five!
- What are you doing?
- Six! Seven!
- He's just a kid!
- Get up!
- Eight!
- Get up!
- Nine! Ten!
- What's the matter with you?
- It's over!
[bell rings]
[cheering]
- That was a crap move!
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Boo! Boo!
- Yeah, whatever.
- Boo!
- [groans]
- Hey.
- Hey.
- How you doing?
- Good, great.
- Hold up, hold up.
Wait.
What happened?
You missed Jimmy's fight.
- Oh, yeah.
I-I got caught up
in something.
Plus, I hear I didn't
really miss much.
[chuckles]
- Look, I'm getting
some red flags here.
- Uh, okay.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
- Like your temper flaring up,
being distracted.
You come back from your car,
you pop in a piece of gum,
and everything's cool?
- I'm going out
right after work,
so I went to grab
my makeup from my car,
and I happen to like gum.
- Chili, if...
if you got something going on,
there's no shame
in admitting it.
It's what I did.
- Okay.
- I was in some trouble,
I asked a friend for help,
and I got it.
And the CFD,
they have programs.
Uh, there's a place--
- You're seeing things
that aren't even here.
Yes, I had a rough patch, okay?
And I dealt with it.
But I've been taking care
of myself
for a really long time,
and you don't need
to do it for me.
[alarm blares]
- Engine 51, Truck 81,
Ambulance 61, house fire.
9048 Paxton Avenue.
- They're playing my song.
[alarm blares]
- Squad 3,
single vehicle accident.
2100 block
East 91st Street.
[horn honks, siren wails]
♪
- Guys, I don't have a driver.
- He get thrown?
- Nothing here.
- Where the hell did he go?
[siren wails]
♪
- Here! Over here!
Hurry!
♪
- Hey.
I'm Lieutenant Casey.
Come with me.
Come this way.
Come to the medics.
- This way.
♪
- 51, get a line
in that first floor.
- Chief, kids were already
outside when we pulled up.
Dad and the youngest daughter
are still inside.
Kids say the nine-year-old
went to hide in the crawl space,
and the dad went after her.
- We know where the entry point
to the crawl space is?
- Basement.
- Too much fire to get them
out through the front door.
Find a basement window.
- Yeah.
♪
- Hey, I got a blood trail here.
♪
- So our guy crashes,
gets out and crawls,
and heads this way.
- Trail goes up the field.
- Let's check it out.
♪
- Got a window, but it's
cement and glass blocks.
- Bust it open.
[both grunting]
♪
- This look like blood to you?
♪
- Hey!
♪
- The hell?
- I think our crash victim
headed here.
- He's in such a hurry
to get the kids,
he crashed the car.
- Yeah, and he just kept going.
- Dad and one more kid
are still inside.
Let's go.
- Jimmy, Otis,
take a spell.
[dramatic music]
♪
Hey, fire department!
Call out!
♪
- All right, ladder.
♪
- Fire department, call out!
- [coughing]
- Come on.
We got ya.
Now.
- Got her.
- [coughing]
- Sir, can you
make it up the ladder?
♪
- I'm going in.
- Okay.
♪
- Incoming.
- Right here.
Yeah.
- All right, come on.
- [coughing]
- You're okay.
Come on.
- [coughing]
- Give him a moment.
- Deep breaths.
- You're okay.
- Come on, get up.
Up you go.
Put your hands.
- Let's hit these flames
with some water.
♪
- [coughing]
- How's she doing?
- She took in some smoke,
but she's not that bad.
- Not sure Dad's so lucky.
- [coughs]
♪
- We need to tube him.
- All you.
♪
- [coughs]
♪
- Got it.
- Nice save, Chili.
♪
- Watching Herrmann
part with money
is like watching--
help me out here.
- Uh, it's like
watching Liberace
give up his mink coats.
- Okay, that's fine.
Listen.
And all I'm gonna say is,
you had one job.
- I said I was sorry.
- Herrmann...
did you try and rig it
by making Jimmy look like a bum
so we'd all get fleeced?
- Yes.
- See, this is why
I don't bet on sports.
- Also, you don't
understand them.
- We can take
that poster down now.
[somber music]
♪
- Um...
[chuckles]
I have something for you.
An early Valentine's Day
present.
♪
- What did I do to deserve this?
♪
- It's not what you did.
It's what you're going to do.
♪
- Application to run
for alderman?
- I know I said I'd back you up
no matter what.
But you keep saying,
"This isn't me,"
and the thing is...
it is.
You're that guy, Matt.
You fight for people,
and you think it's gonna
take too much time
to do what's right?
All I see is the one man
who cares about doing it right.
♪
Without you,
what do the people have?
Becks?
♪
- Hey.
What's up?
- How long you been drinking
on the job?
- [scoffs]
Come on.
I don't know what
you think you saw,
but it's not what I was doing.
- You need to talk
to Boden, now, Chili.
- Why?
I'm not doing anything.
- Listen, Chili,
you talk to Boden.
You tell him about this
the way you want,
or he gets my version.
♪
- I mean, it's not like
I've ever been drunk at work.
I'm not making excuses.
I just--I've just been
really stressed out lately
because I feel like
everybody is watching me.
It just sounds so stupid.
Like, I'm drinking because
everyone thinks I'm drinking.
It means I need help.
- Yes, you do.
- It's just--
it's been really hard.
It's my Dad,
and then it's Jellybean, and...
I just--
I need to go to counseling.
And I really want to take
that time that you offered,
and I will do whatever you ask,
and I really just want
to make this work.
I will make this work.
- God, I wish
you'd come to me earlier.
I want you to know you will
always have support here at 51.
♪
Just not as a paramedic.
♪
I'm sorry.
And believe me, I wish
I didn't have to say this.
♪
You're fired.
♪
- Are you kidding me?
[somber music]
After everything
that I just told you?
- I'm sorry.
- Stop saying you're sorry!
- Lower your voice.
Drinking on shift
is a fireable offense.
It would be even if you
didn't have the two strikes.
- Yup, okay.
- Chili!
None of this changes
how we at 51 feel about you.
If you need help, just ask.
- I just did.
♪
I'm out of here.
See ya.
♪
You know what, guys?
No offense.
I'm really not in the mood
for a good, old-fashioned
51 "Kumbaya," so--
- Chili, maybe there's
something we can do.
- Really, Brett?
What are you gonna do about it?
- Come on, kid,
let us help you out.
We're--
- Herrmann!
If you say
that you are my family,
I swear to God--
[slams locker door]
Just forget it, okay?
It's over.
It's done.
Bye.
♪
- [knocking on door]
Hey.
- Hey.
Come on in.
- Hey, Chili.
I don't even know
if you're home,
but if you are...
just know a lot of people
care about you.
No bridges are ever burned
with us.
We got you...
if you want us.
♪
- Here you go.
♪
- So, uh...
how many signatures
are we talking about?
♪
[keypad tones]
♪
- Hi.
♪
I need your help.
♪
God.
♪
- Hey.
You got this.
Calling me was the hardest part.
- It all seems like hard parts.
♪
If I get clean,
what do I have?
I don't have a job.
I don't have any friends.
I screwed it all up.
- Friends forgive.
♪
- God, I got to call Brett...
and Herrmann
and apologize to them.
They believed in me,
and I let them down.
♪
- All you got to do today
is walk through those doors.
♪
- But I'm scared.
♪
God.
♪
Thanks.
♪
[bluesy rock music]
- ♪ Want to get the best
of living ♪
♪ Good living times,
that's what you got ♪
- Hey.
- Hey.
- I have a surprise for you.
- Okay.
- Early Valentine's present.
- ♪ When you lend
a helping hand ♪
♪
♪ If you want to have
a good loving woman ♪
- I'm running for alderman.
- [gasps]
Oh, my God.
- ♪ If you want to have
a good loving woman ♪
[both laugh]
- ♪ You got to be
a good loving man ♪
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
[wolf howling]
Antonio's Boxing Gym,
battle of the badges.
- Who's fighting for 51?
- Actually, I already
volunteered.
- Colin Becks--
alderman for the 52nd Ward.
I'm putting together
a fundraiser.
It would mean a lot
if you were there.
- Every day we come to work,
we have to be willing
to lay down our lives
for perfect strangers.
[applause]
- I heard what happened
to your sister.
I am terribly sorry
for your loss.
- I'm fine.
- What happened to drying out?
If drinking's an issue,
you really have to
take it seriously.
- I can handle this myself.
[doorbell rings]
[somber music]
♪
[sobbing]
I'm so sorry.
♪
[dishes clinking]
♪
[indistinct chatter]
- We're good.
We're back, okay?
- She tried to dump you
as her partner.
- We all go bananas on this job
at some point, Otis.
- I've had days where
I'd like to give the boot
to every single one of you.
Boom, Boom.
- Excuse me, are you Matt Casey?
- Yeah.
That's me.
What can I do for you?
- You can run for alderman.
- I'm sorry?
- I get ahead of myself.
Um, Tamara Jones.
Hi.
- Hi.
- I think you should run
against Becks for alderman
of the 52nd Ward and win.
- Uh, I've never done
a political thing in my life.
- Neither have I.
I teach junior high.
But I'm over the empty suits
in front of the cameras.
You, for the tornado victims?
That was real.
- Listen, Tamara,
um, I'm flattered.
And I hope you find someone.
But...
I'm not a politician.
- Okay.
Well, thanks for your time.
- Yeah, sure.
- Well, there goes my shot
at First Lady.
- Was that a gag?
Did you guys put her up to that?
[alarm blares]
- Ambulance 61,
man down from unknown causes.
2133 123rd Street.
[siren wails]
[dramatic music]
♪
- [knocks on door]
Paramedics!
Anyone call 911?
- Dispatch, can you confirm
2133 123rd Street?
- That's the address.
You want a truck company
for a forced entry?
- It looks like whoever
called took off.
We're gonna do a lap and see
if anything turns up.
- Copy that--
- Help!
My brother's been shot!
- Uh, all right, stay calm.
Can you open the front door
and let us in?
- I can't.
He came in all messed up,
and then he locked the bolt
and passed out in front
of the door.
- Dispatch, we're gonna need
that forced entry.
- Hey, bud, what's your name?
- Tino.
- Tino, I need you
to do me a favor.
I need you to leave
this window open,
and I need you
to sit by your brother, okay?
Where was he shot?
- In his leg.
The hole's really big.
- It's probably a shotgun wound.
Okay, Tino, we're gonna help you
until we can come inside.
But what I want you to do now
is put pressure on the hole.
- I-I can't.
Can't you come in?
- We can't,
not with the deadbolt.
- Look, you can do it, sweetie.
All right, you're being
really brave.
You'll do great.
♪
- [groaning]
- Oh, wait!
Oh, something's wrong!
The blood got worse!
It's everywhere!
You got to come in!
- Tino, buddy, firemen
are gonna be here
as soon as they can.
But right now,
we're gonna tell you
how to save your brother.
♪
- Pack it?
- Yeah.
- All right, Tino,
I'm gonna need you
to take your shirt off,
but keep your hand pressed
on your brother's leg
the whole time.
- Okay.
- Take your shirt, and wad it up
into a ball, and try to pack it
into your brother's leg.
You want to get
the shirt in there
and under the edges of the hole.
- [groaning]
- Make sure you get it in there
as much as you can.
- [moaning]
- I did it!
- Okay, take off your belt.
- I don't have a belt.
- That's okay, just anything--
anything that you can
tie around his leg
to keep the shirt in place.
- Can I tape it?
We have duct tape.
- Yes, okay, that's perfect.
Just make sure you do it
really tight
so that the shirt
stays put, okay?
[dramatic music]
♪
[sirens wailing]
- [grunts]
Now what?
- Now we get you
and your brother out of there.
Come on, guys!
Hurry!
♪
Hey, Tino.
You did a really great job
with your brother.
- Is he gonna be okay?
- He's gonna have to
get checked out by a doctor,
but he's got a really good
chance 'cause of you.
- Thank you.
- Hey, you want to hop
in back with me,
ride with your brother
to the hospital?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Yeah? Come on.
- So how are you overall?
- I'm good.
Why?
- [chuckles]
Because I want to know.
How are you?
- I'm fine.
I mean, it's gonna be a process.
Right?
I've got to learn how
to be honest about my feelings
instead of pushing everybody
away like I have been.
But I'm up for that.
- I'm very glad to see
that you are well
and confident.
- Good, thanks.
- But promises...
are just words, Chili.
I'd like to see you
succeed here.
I really do.
But we are way past
the leap of faith stage
right now.
You still have two strikes.
That means you have to
stay the course.
That means you have to
back up your words.
There aren't any more
second chances.
- Thanks for the pep talk.
- Well, if it isn't
the Great White Dope.
- Herrmann!
- It isn't just me.
Have you seen the betting board
for the smokers?
- Really?
Every single one of you
doesn't think I'll make it
past the first round?
- Don't take it personally, kid.
Antonio's ex-Golden Gloves.
And you're...you.
- You remember
the "Rumble in the Jungle"?
Two of boxing's
greatest powerhouses
facing each other in the ring?
This is not that.
[plate shatters]
[ominous music]
♪
- [sighs]
♪
- Hey.
- What's up?
- How's it going?
- Good.
Did you see the betting board
in there?
Everyone's betting that Jimmy's
not gonna make it through
the first round.
- I saw.
- It's kind of crazy.
It should be fun, though.
Are you gonna go to the fight?
- I'm gonna try and make it.
- Cool.
Should be fun.
- Yeah, you just said that.
♪
- Anyway...
[laughs]
Back to the salt mine.
♪
- [clears throat]
So I heard
that you are thinking
about running for alderman.
- Oh, nice.
- Okay, well, this is a joke.
Right?
Whole thing's a joke.
- I swear to God--
- No, I looked it up.
It's only one meeting a month.
Lots of aldermen have
full-time jobs--
businessmen, cops.
Hey, salary's about
100 grand a year.
- How much?
- I am dead serious, okay?
Aldermen--they get to vote
on where contracts go,
what laws get passed.
That stuff isn't
just politics, man.
That makes a difference
for people.
- 100 grand?
I'll run.
- Zip it, Herrmann.
- It's not just
one meeting a month.
That's the bare minimum.
Then you have
committee meetings,
public events--
- Come on, Mouch.
Hey, when's the last time
the CFD had a real voice?
- [claps]
Exactly.
- And how do I give the CFD
a real voice, Otis?
- I don't know.
I just thought it was
a good thing to say.
- Guys, enough.
Casey's not gonna do it, okay?
Back off.
- Yeah.
Back off.
- I would look really cute
in a little pillbox hat, though.
- Bet you would.
- That lady who was here
earlier today,
she left a message for you.
- "Meet me at this address
in an hour,
"and I'll never bother you
again after that.
I'll bring doughnuts."
- Couldn't hurt to hear her out.
- Oh, you're gonna get killed!
Are you out of your mind?
- [panting]
What?
- You can't look that good
in front of people.
Come on.
Yeah, see?
That's more like it.
Okay?
- Are you sure this is cool?
- These guys, Antonio,
they think you're gonna
get destroyed.
But you and me, we got a plan,
don't we?
- Yeah.
- See?
You defend.
You're gonna land one punch--
one.
Then you're gonna stay
the hell out of Antonio's way,
'cause that's how you're
gonna get to the second round
and make your 400 bucks.
Come on, keep the punches low.
People are watching.
- Taking a ride.
Oh, this place is bleak.
- I'm only here
for the doughnuts.
- [chuckles]
Nice try.
You're here 'cause
this woman needs to be heard,
and nobody's doing it.
And you're the kind of guy
who can't let someone down
in need,
and I love you for that.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Thanks for coming.
- Gabriella Dawson,
Tamara Jones.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Here you go.
- Oh!
- [laughs]
- Yum.
- Wow.
So, uh, why exactly
are we here?
- I wanted you to see where
the kids in your ward
are playing.
It's in violation
of about a dozen safety laws.
The alderman promised
to get us the funds
to get it up to code,
but you can see
how that turned out.
- Hey, I get it.
I've met Becks.
The guy's a jerk.
- Not Becks.
Davis.
That's the alderman
before Becks.
That's how long
this neighborhood's
been living
with broken promises.
- You seem more cut out
for this than me.
- That's because you haven't
seen me put my foot in it.
We need a hero,
not a hothead.
First step is
getting a petition
with neighborhood signatures.
I can get you more than half
of what you need.
Here you go.
- Thank you.
[radio beeps]
- Truck 81, Ambulance 61.
Level one hazmat.
1301 West Grand Avenue.
[sirens wailing]
[dramatic music]
♪
- Hey, we received reports
of a hazmat incident.
- That was me.
We use an ammonia cooling system
for the flowers.
Nate, he radioed that he was
moving some flats,
and he clipped a pipe
with the forklift,
snapped a valve.
Said he was gonna try
to close it,
but he never made it out.
- Dispatch, what's the situation
with Squad 3?
- Still on that SCUBA call.
Squad 6 en route.
ETA 15 minutes.
- Okay, take one man,
do a quick sweep.
- Jimmy.
- Casey.
Your gear won't last long.
Do a quick sweep.
You don't find him,
you get out.
Understood?
- Yes, Chief.
Ammonia's gonna react
with any moisture on your body.
- Control the breath,
minimize condensation.
- Right.
♪
- How's it going in there?
- Nothing so far, Chief.
We got to find this guy
in five.
We'll definitely
be feeling the burn.
♪
You all right?
- Yeah.
- Still no sign of the victim?
- Nope.
- Okay, I'm calling it.
Get out of there.
♪
- Hey!
Chief!
We got him.
He's lying in a pool of ammonia.
- Casey, Jimmy,
your gear is not rated
for liquid ammonia.
Do not step into that liquid,
do you hear me?
♪
- Yeah, we hear you, Chief.
♪
- Okay.
Let's step backward.
- Good plan.
[dramatic music]
♪
- Chief, how long till
Squad 6 gets here?
- Five minutes at least.
- What are this guy's chances
lying in this ammonia
for five more minutes?
- Not good.
- Can't wait.
We're bringing him out.
Get on my six
and be ready to pull.
- Copy that.
♪
- Okay.
One, two, three.
♪
- Decon tent, over here.
♪
Decontamination fog
will neutralize the ammonia
right away.
- They're cleared.
- Ambo.
♪
- He's not breathing.
I got to tube him.
- Okay.
♪
- [whispering]
God.
His airway's trashed.
I can't see the cords.
- Do you want a hand?
- No, I got it.
♪
Damn it!
♪
- Here.
♪
Oh, Chili, no.
- No, I can do it.
Move.
- No, the ammonia
burned his trachea.
There's no way--
- Just be quiet!
♪
- Chili, he's gone.
♪
- Damn it!
[scope clatters]
♪
What?
He didn't make it, okay?
[somber music]
♪
- [sighs]
I'm sorry.
- He's dead?
Oh, God.
God, I should've gone
to get him.
- If you had,
we would have lost you too.
- He never had a chance.
The exposure was too great.
There was nothing
you could've done.
♪
Hey.
You okay?
- Just part of the job, right?
Do our best for them,
and then move on.
♪
You ready to get out of here?
- Sure.
♪
- The betting window is closed.
Dawson and Herrmann
are the only two idiots--
sorry, people--
who think that Jimmy will
make it out of the first round.
- Do you have
a ring girl yet?
- Not yet.
Wasn't really planning on it.
- Can I be the ring girl?
- Isn't that kind of...
- Demeaning?
- That's the word.
- It's always been
a dream of mine.
- You know what my dream's
always been, Connie?
Getting rid of that
single-ply toilet paper
you signed off on
three months ago.
- I can probably make
double-ply happen again.
- You're the ring girl.
- [laughs]
Yes!
- Shrewd.
- [humming melody]
Hey.
- What's up?
- Uh-oh, you--
you want something.
- No.
What's your take on Chili?
- [sighs]
Uh...I don't know.
One second she's great,
and then the next,
she's blowing up on a call.
And then she takes breather,
and then she's on top
of the world.
I don't know, Brett seems
to feel good about her
as a partner.
- Okay.
- Why, what are you
picking up on?
- I don't know yet.
Um, but thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
[bell rings, applause]
- Ladies and gentlemen,
before we get to the main event,
I wanted to remind you
that all ticket sales tonight
go to help the families
of those affected by the attacks
at the Morrison Center
for African-American Culture.
[cheers and applause]
Thank you.
- You hear that?
- Whoo!
[applause]
- I don't see Chili.
- Are you surprised?
- Sure I can't talk you
out of this?
- And forfeit?
No way.
You trained me.
I'm ready.
- Well, I trained you
for Roman.
- Hey, I hurt my wrist,
not my ears.
- It's cool.
I'll take it easy on him.
- Aww, that's so nice of you,
Antonio,
but you know what?
He doesn't need that.
- All right.
- All right.
- Okay, good fight.
- Good luck.
- Let's go.
- Yeah, good luck.
- You'll need it.
- All right, you feel like
you're in trouble,
I want you to say,
"Angela del Rios."
- What?
- It's a girl we went
to high school with.
You want to throw
Antonio off his game,
drop her name.
- I'm not gonna need that.
I know what I'm doing.
- Mm-hmm.
[cheers and applause]
[rock music]
- Giving it to 'em!
- Connie!
- Yeah!
- Connie!
[cheering continues]
- Whoo!
- Ooh!
♪
- We're not worthy!
- All right, you got this.
Stay on your toes and use
your punch combinations,
just like we practiced.
- Fighters, to the center
of the ring.
Obey my command at all times.
Let's have a clean fight.
Tap gloves.
- Come on, Jimmy!
- Get him, Antonio!
[cheers and applause]
- Come on, you got this.
You got this.
- Hands up.
Hands up, all right?
[bell rings]
- Box!
- Come on, Jimmy!
- Come on, Antonio!
- Jab, Jimmy!
- Kill him!
- Come on, come on!
- Easy!
- Hands up, Jimmy!
Hands up!
[cheering]
- No!
- Eat that!
- Yeah!
Good job, buddy!
That's it, Jimmy!
That's it!
- Okay, you got your one hit.
One hit.
- [screaming]
both: CFD!
- Oh, my God.
[crowd chanting]
CFD! CFD!
- Oh, no.
- Easy!
Okay, all right.
[crowd chanting]
CFD! CFD!
[dramatic music]
♪
- No!
- Ange--
- Oh, no!
- Yeah!
- Ooh!
- [groans]
- Come on, Jimmy!
Don't let him count you out!
- One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
- Yeah!
What?
- Five!
- What are you doing?
- Six! Seven!
- He's just a kid!
- Get up!
- Eight!
- Get up!
- Nine! Ten!
- What's the matter with you?
- It's over!
[bell rings]
[cheering]
- That was a crap move!
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Boo! Boo!
- Yeah, whatever.
- Boo!
- [groans]
- Hey.
- Hey.
- How you doing?
- Good, great.
- Hold up, hold up.
Wait.
What happened?
You missed Jimmy's fight.
- Oh, yeah.
I-I got caught up
in something.
Plus, I hear I didn't
really miss much.
[chuckles]
- Look, I'm getting
some red flags here.
- Uh, okay.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
- Like your temper flaring up,
being distracted.
You come back from your car,
you pop in a piece of gum,
and everything's cool?
- I'm going out
right after work,
so I went to grab
my makeup from my car,
and I happen to like gum.
- Chili, if...
if you got something going on,
there's no shame
in admitting it.
It's what I did.
- Okay.
- I was in some trouble,
I asked a friend for help,
and I got it.
And the CFD,
they have programs.
Uh, there's a place--
- You're seeing things
that aren't even here.
Yes, I had a rough patch, okay?
And I dealt with it.
But I've been taking care
of myself
for a really long time,
and you don't need
to do it for me.
[alarm blares]
- Engine 51, Truck 81,
Ambulance 61, house fire.
9048 Paxton Avenue.
- They're playing my song.
[alarm blares]
- Squad 3,
single vehicle accident.
2100 block
East 91st Street.
[horn honks, siren wails]
♪
- Guys, I don't have a driver.
- He get thrown?
- Nothing here.
- Where the hell did he go?
[siren wails]
♪
- Here! Over here!
Hurry!
♪
- Hey.
I'm Lieutenant Casey.
Come with me.
Come this way.
Come to the medics.
- This way.
♪
- 51, get a line
in that first floor.
- Chief, kids were already
outside when we pulled up.
Dad and the youngest daughter
are still inside.
Kids say the nine-year-old
went to hide in the crawl space,
and the dad went after her.
- We know where the entry point
to the crawl space is?
- Basement.
- Too much fire to get them
out through the front door.
Find a basement window.
- Yeah.
♪
- Hey, I got a blood trail here.
♪
- So our guy crashes,
gets out and crawls,
and heads this way.
- Trail goes up the field.
- Let's check it out.
♪
- Got a window, but it's
cement and glass blocks.
- Bust it open.
[both grunting]
♪
- This look like blood to you?
♪
- Hey!
♪
- The hell?
- I think our crash victim
headed here.
- He's in such a hurry
to get the kids,
he crashed the car.
- Yeah, and he just kept going.
- Dad and one more kid
are still inside.
Let's go.
- Jimmy, Otis,
take a spell.
[dramatic music]
♪
Hey, fire department!
Call out!
♪
- All right, ladder.
♪
- Fire department, call out!
- [coughing]
- Come on.
We got ya.
Now.
- Got her.
- [coughing]
- Sir, can you
make it up the ladder?
♪
- I'm going in.
- Okay.
♪
- Incoming.
- Right here.
Yeah.
- All right, come on.
- [coughing]
- You're okay.
Come on.
- [coughing]
- Give him a moment.
- Deep breaths.
- You're okay.
- Come on, get up.
Up you go.
Put your hands.
- Let's hit these flames
with some water.
♪
- [coughing]
- How's she doing?
- She took in some smoke,
but she's not that bad.
- Not sure Dad's so lucky.
- [coughs]
♪
- We need to tube him.
- All you.
♪
- [coughs]
♪
- Got it.
- Nice save, Chili.
♪
- Watching Herrmann
part with money
is like watching--
help me out here.
- Uh, it's like
watching Liberace
give up his mink coats.
- Okay, that's fine.
Listen.
And all I'm gonna say is,
you had one job.
- I said I was sorry.
- Herrmann...
did you try and rig it
by making Jimmy look like a bum
so we'd all get fleeced?
- Yes.
- See, this is why
I don't bet on sports.
- Also, you don't
understand them.
- We can take
that poster down now.
[somber music]
♪
- Um...
[chuckles]
I have something for you.
An early Valentine's Day
present.
♪
- What did I do to deserve this?
♪
- It's not what you did.
It's what you're going to do.
♪
- Application to run
for alderman?
- I know I said I'd back you up
no matter what.
But you keep saying,
"This isn't me,"
and the thing is...
it is.
You're that guy, Matt.
You fight for people,
and you think it's gonna
take too much time
to do what's right?
All I see is the one man
who cares about doing it right.
♪
Without you,
what do the people have?
Becks?
♪
- Hey.
What's up?
- How long you been drinking
on the job?
- [scoffs]
Come on.
I don't know what
you think you saw,
but it's not what I was doing.
- You need to talk
to Boden, now, Chili.
- Why?
I'm not doing anything.
- Listen, Chili,
you talk to Boden.
You tell him about this
the way you want,
or he gets my version.
♪
- I mean, it's not like
I've ever been drunk at work.
I'm not making excuses.
I just--I've just been
really stressed out lately
because I feel like
everybody is watching me.
It just sounds so stupid.
Like, I'm drinking because
everyone thinks I'm drinking.
It means I need help.
- Yes, you do.
- It's just--
it's been really hard.
It's my Dad,
and then it's Jellybean, and...
I just--
I need to go to counseling.
And I really want to take
that time that you offered,
and I will do whatever you ask,
and I really just want
to make this work.
I will make this work.
- God, I wish
you'd come to me earlier.
I want you to know you will
always have support here at 51.
♪
Just not as a paramedic.
♪
I'm sorry.
And believe me, I wish
I didn't have to say this.
♪
You're fired.
♪
- Are you kidding me?
[somber music]
After everything
that I just told you?
- I'm sorry.
- Stop saying you're sorry!
- Lower your voice.
Drinking on shift
is a fireable offense.
It would be even if you
didn't have the two strikes.
- Yup, okay.
- Chili!
None of this changes
how we at 51 feel about you.
If you need help, just ask.
- I just did.
♪
I'm out of here.
See ya.
♪
You know what, guys?
No offense.
I'm really not in the mood
for a good, old-fashioned
51 "Kumbaya," so--
- Chili, maybe there's
something we can do.
- Really, Brett?
What are you gonna do about it?
- Come on, kid,
let us help you out.
We're--
- Herrmann!
If you say
that you are my family,
I swear to God--
[slams locker door]
Just forget it, okay?
It's over.
It's done.
Bye.
♪
- [knocking on door]
Hey.
- Hey.
Come on in.
- Hey, Chili.
I don't even know
if you're home,
but if you are...
just know a lot of people
care about you.
No bridges are ever burned
with us.
We got you...
if you want us.
♪
- Here you go.
♪
- So, uh...
how many signatures
are we talking about?
♪
[keypad tones]
♪
- Hi.
♪
I need your help.
♪
God.
♪
- Hey.
You got this.
Calling me was the hardest part.
- It all seems like hard parts.
♪
If I get clean,
what do I have?
I don't have a job.
I don't have any friends.
I screwed it all up.
- Friends forgive.
♪
- God, I got to call Brett...
and Herrmann
and apologize to them.
They believed in me,
and I let them down.
♪
- All you got to do today
is walk through those doors.
♪
- But I'm scared.
♪
God.
♪
Thanks.
♪
[bluesy rock music]
- ♪ Want to get the best
of living ♪
♪ Good living times,
that's what you got ♪
- Hey.
- Hey.
- I have a surprise for you.
- Okay.
- Early Valentine's present.
- ♪ When you lend
a helping hand ♪
♪
♪ If you want to have
a good loving woman ♪
- I'm running for alderman.
- [gasps]
Oh, my God.
- ♪ If you want to have
a good loving woman ♪
[both laugh]
- ♪ You got to be
a good loving man ♪
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
[wolf howling]