Chicago Fire (2012–…): Season 4, Episode 5 - Regarding This Wedding - full transcript

.

- How's everything going
with Severide?

- Whoa, hold on, Patterson.
You'll wreck my squad.

- Who's squad?

It's up to Severide to find
his place in the mix.

Or not.

- The only reason why Riddle was
up in everybody's business

is because he thinks
he's got a shot

at making Fire Commissioner.
Everybody knows that.

- Careful.

- Something's wrong.



[whimpers]

- There's nothing anyone
could have done.

It just...the baby never
had a chance.

- [cries]
- Hey.

- In my mind,

we were gonna be this family.

We would find a house together,

fix it up together,

grow old in it together,
and we would...

But that's not the way
that it worked out.

And I know better than anyone
that life doesn't--

life doesn't line up into
these perfect straight lines.

But it would be nice...

it would be nice
if every now and then



I didn't get the curveball,
you know?

[somber music]

¶ ¶

- Philippians, fourth chapter,
13th verse.

"I can do all things through him
who strengthens me."

Believe it, Gabby.
You are strong.

- I know.

And I know that
I do have a family.

The one that I grew up with,

and the one that I get to see
every shift.

¶ ¶

- That's right.

Rely on them.

¶ ¶

- Gabriela Dawson.

- Is she fit for duty, Wallace?

- Yes.

The doctors have cleared her.

Glad to have her back.
She's a top-notch firefighter.

- Well, you can understand
my concern.

She jumps to arson,

presumably because she got
herself pregnant,

then she loses the baby,
and then she jumps

right back onto truck,
serving under the officer

who may or may not have
fathered the child,

if I'm gonna listen to gossip.

- I beg your pardon?

- Relax.
I don't listen to gossip.

All I care about is
whether or not

this woman's ready
to go back to work.

- Well, she is.
Trust me on that.

Gabriela Dawson has been a part
of this 51 family

for as long as--
- Now, I'm gonna stop you

right there, Boden.
You see,

this isn't a family.
This is a workplace.

And that's your problem
right there, Boden.

You're too soft on your people,
and this is why

we've got so many headaches
involving 51.

- Headaches?

- The entire
Kelly Severide issue?

- Oh, come on.

- The questions about your
response time?

- We were vindicated on that.
- You mouthing off to the press?

- Oh, there it is.

Pardon me, Chief.
I have to ask.

Your sudden interest in 51
wouldn't have anything to do

with your rumored political
aspirations, would it?

[tense music]

Not that I listen
to gossip, either.

¶ ¶

- Okay.

You want to put our cards
on the table?

- Yeah, let's.

- Was I pleased when a little
birdie from the Mayor's Office

confirmed I was on the short
list for Fire Commissioner?

You bet I was.

And what they're looking for,
Wallace, is someone

who's going to keep the machine
humming quietly along,

but I have one squeaky wheel
in my district: your house.

So, yes, I have taken
an interest.

Does that help clarify things?

¶ ¶

Now, I want you to put
this Gabriela Dawson

on modified duty
until I have a little

face-to-face with her
later today.

I'm gonna personally verify that
she's fit for duty.

[door opens]

- Man, Bobby.

They don't make 'em
like that anymore.

Take note, candidate.

Bobby Dunbar?
He was the real deal.

- How'd he go?

- Cardiac arrest.
In his sleep.

- Guy crawls hallways
for 30 years,

barely makes it six months
into his retirement.

Any way you slice it,
it's a raw deal.

- There you go, Bobby.
Rest in peace.

- Yeah.

- Hey!
- Oh, hey! Look who's back!

- All right, guys.
Okay, please, stop.

You can take the kid gloves off.

I, uh...what happened happened,

I've been cleared for duty,

I'm ready for work,
and I am happy

to knock anyone's teeth out who
treats me like a snowflake.

- [laughs]
- Anyone want to try me on that?

- No!
- Hmm?

- She's back! Look!
Poom-poom-poom!

Welcome back, tiger.

[laughter]

- Dawson?

Can I talk to you for a minute?

- But the doctors already said--
- I know, it's insulting.

If you want to get
the union involved,

I'll back you 100%.

- No, that'll just provoke him.

Riddle's trying to show everyone
what a tough commissioner

he's gonna make.

Better to just go.
Take the meeting.

- You sure?
[bells chime]

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

- Yeah, I'm sure.
- House fire.

- I can handle it.
- 4738 South Calumet Avenue.

[siren blaring]

- Oh, my God!

[shouting]

- I'm not gonna go all the way
in there!

I'm not gonna go all the way
in there.

I just need to check.

Let me go!
She's still in there!

Rebecca!

- Hold on, hold on.
Hey!

What happened?
Who's inside?

- The bride, the pastor,
the maid of honor.

They were getting ready in back.

- Chief, we got a fully involved
structure fire.

Multiple victims inside.

- 51, we need lines in there
now.

- Herrmann, Borrelli, with me.

- Hey, hey!
- No, David, stay back!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Hey!
- Stay back!

- David, stop!
- Stay back. Stay back.

Guys, let's go.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
stay back!

- Calm down, move away.
- Everybody needs to stay back.

- Fire department, call out!

- Keep your right hand
on the wall!

You stay within an arm's length
of the Lieutenant at all times!

- Copy that.

- [coughs]

- Hey! Come on!
I got you.

- She's in there.
- Don't talk, let's go.

[coughing]

- Come on!
- Let's go!

- [coughing]

- Stay low!

- Come on.
- [gasping]

- Clear away.

[dramatic music]

Calm, steady breaths.

Hey, is this everybody?

- Uh-huh.

Yeah.

[coughing]

- David! David!

- I got him.

[panicked breathing]

- Whole hallway's engulfed,
Chief.

We're trapped in the northwest
corner bedroom.

- Copy that, Casey.
Hold tight.

We're gonna get you out.

- We got another problem, Chief.
Security bars.

Every single window.

- Pry 'em off.
- Cruz. Severide.

- On it.
- Let's go.

¶ ¶

[indistinct shouting]

[grunting]

- [screams]

My dress!
My dress!

- It's okay.
You're okay.

It's out now.

- Got it.

¶ ¶

- Get up.
- Put your leg up, you got it.

- Lean back.
- Got it.

- We got you.
- All the way back.

Got him?
- Careful.

- [coughing]

- Let's go.
Turn around.

There you go.

Got it.
You're okay, we got you.

Lay on back, lay on back.
You're okay.

- Same thing.
- All the way up.

- Got her?
- Lean back, I got you.

- Got him?
- Yeah.

- Lay on back.

- All right, go.

- [coughs]

¶ ¶

- Come on.

- I'm okay, Becca.

I'm gonna be fine.
- What were you doing?

- What we got?
- Smoke inhalation.

O2 stats are fine,
but he's coughing up

black sputum and getting
more hoarse.

- How do you feel, sir?

- Like I smoked a couple packets
of cigarettes.

- April, let's draw up
a carboxyhemoglobin and an ABG.

- Got it.

- He'll be okay, right?

- We don't have to
intubate him yet,

but we gotta draw up some blood
and check his numbers

before we can make
any decisions.

- How soon could he get out?

- He's being admitted.
One step at a time, okay?

- [coughing]

- Hang in there.

[indistinct PA announcement]

- Chief, you get a chance
to tell Riddle

that I graduated
my leadership class?

- Uh, got a meeting
this afternoon.

We'll get your bugle back.
Don't worry.

- Good, 'cause I know
my five Hows,

my efficiency keys--
- This afternoon, Severide.

- Okay, yeah.

Got it, Chief.

- Hey, Chief, you got a second?
Brett has a really good idea.

- Okay, so, the bride and groom,
Becca and David?

Well, I talked to her
at the hospital,

and her parents are flying back
to Atlanta tomorrow at noon.

- Becca's father works two jobs,
and he can't afford

to lose either of them.

The family poured all their
money into that wedding.

- They're holding David
overnight at Chicago Med,

for observation--discharge
is 7:00 a.m.

So, we were thinking...

we could host the wedding here.

First thing in the morning.

- Here?
- At the firehouse.

Just, like, a simple thing,
we could get flowers donated,

put folding chairs
on the apparatus floor...

- Should I invite Chief Riddle?

Just in case you have
failed to notice,

Riddle has made 51
his pet project.

Right now, we need
to keep our heads down,

our nose to the grindstone.

- Chief, we get it,
but this family,

they just lost everything.

- I feel for this family.
I really do.

Our job is to protect them.
We did that.

Speaking of Riddle, you need
to get over to headquarters.

Make your case.
Now.

- I thought you of all people
would appreciate

a firehouse wedding.

[stirring music]

¶ ¶

- Wedding would've lifted
spirits around here, I bet.

- I know--the vows, the music,
a little cake...

- Yeah, and two smitten kids
with a wide open future

ahead of them.

- [snorts]
Yeah.

I'm sorry, was that out loud?

- You got something
against marriage?

- I mean, I'm sure
for plenty of people

it's all sunshine and roses.

- Then why so down on it?

- Well, after they got married,

my parents pretty much tried to
kill each other every day.

Then my mom got hooked on heroin
and abandoned the family.

So, not a big believer.

- Trudy's been leaning on me
to pop the question.

Might share that story,
if you don't mind.

- Mouch.
- It's fine.

I share it all the time.
It's a cautionary tale.

- Sorry you went through that.
Sounds rough.

- Don't be sorry.

Just don't ask me
to marry you.

- Yeah, I feel 100%, and I have
full clearance from my doctor,

as you can see there.

- Well, I'm glad to hear
that you're feeling better.

But it's not just
the physical aspects of the job

that I need to be worried about.

- Oh, I feel good
on all fronts, Chief.

- A firefighter's
emotional condition

is just as important as
any other aspect

of their fitness for duty.

- Like I said, I'm both
physically and mentally

cleared for duty.

I'm sorry, I'm not exactly sure
what your concern is.

- My concern is keeping drama
out of the firehouse.

Am I hearing right--your
Lieutenant fathered this kid?

- Uh...[coughs]
That's a personal matter.

And I'd rather not discuss it.

- The fact that you're becoming
distraught right now

speaks directly to my concern.

In my opinion, you are not
fit for duty at this time,

and I'd advise you take
additional leave.

- Okay, I'm not distraught.

I'm angry.
Okay?

Are you this worried
about male firefighters'

emotional condition when they
return from medical leave?

This isn't fair, and I am happy
to detail to the commissioner

and whoever else will listen to
exactly how unfair it is.

[tense music]

¶ ¶

- I said additional leave
was advised.

It's not an order.

- [sighs]
Then, respectfully,

I decline your advice,
and I will be going

back to my shift now.

¶ ¶

[door shuts]

- [sighs]

- Hey.

You okay?
- I'm fine.

- What'd Chief Riddle say?
- You cleared for duty?

- [clears throat]
Yeah, I am.

[sighs]

- Gabby, what'd he say?

- He kind of...came at me.

The guy's an ass.

Doesn't matter, I--
the point is that I'm cleared.

- Oh, that guy's just trying to
make a name for himself.

Get some attention.

- What's going on?

- Riddle got on her case.

- It's nothing.
I'm over it.

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

- Hi.
Hope we're not interrupting?

- No, no, come on in.
Welcome.

- We just wanted to say
thank you

for everything you did.

- My fiancé, David?

He's...alive because of you.

This is such a small gesture
by comparison,

but we wanted to do something.

The bakery where we got
the wedding cake

makes really good sweets.

- So how's David doing?

- Getting better by the minute.

And already trying
to reschedule the wedding

whenever we can get everyone
back into town.

- Hey.
- You okay, Dawson?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry about
that out there.

It's just...there's this old way
of doing things

I'm never gonna understand.

[sighs]

It's chiefs
like Riddle who...

He brought up the baby.

- No.
- Yep.

Under the pretense that he was
gauging my fitness to return,

but I know he was just
trying to provoke me.

- Give me five minutes
with that guy.

I don't care what color
his shirt is.

- No, just because he's--

- We are having
the wedding here.

I'll be damned if Chief Riddle
or anyone else

is gonna change my way of
running this house.

He wants to fight.

Then let's fight.

- Okay, people,
we have a lot to do

and not much time.

We're doing this
tomorrow morning,

so let's get to it.

Um, I put us in charge
of flowers.

- We can totally do that.

- Okay, the family's pastor
can't be there,

so we need a preacher
who can perform the ceremony.

- Chaplain Orlovsky'll jump
at the chance.

I'll call him.
- Great.

And we need music.
Of course, a wedding march.

And something for the reception.

- Just need an iPod, right?
- Um, no, nice try.

It's a wedding,
not a slumber party.

Think you can do better
than that.

- Back in high school, I was
part of an a cappella group,

if that helps.

- You serious?

- See for yourself.

[clears throat]

¶ Love, my love for you
is so...¶

[laughter]

- Cap, let's just keep that
in our back pocket.

We'll see what else we can
come up with, all right?

- Great, squad's on it.

Um...okay, people,
let's...let's get to it.

- Hey.

- Uh, Chief?

Opening our doors like this
for a wedding?

Making a big scene?

Any chance you're doing this
just to spite Chief Riddle?

- My philosophy is that
our firehouse

is a part of the neighborhood.

Our doors are always open.

- Chief, you've burned through
quite a bit of political capital

over the past few weeks.

Maybe it's time to start
laying low,

making calculated decisions.

- You're starting to sound
just like him.

- Hey, I am not the enemy.

I'm just looking out.

- Duly noted.

[bells ring]

- Ambo 61, person in distress,
215 West Belden.

[siren wailing]

[suspenseful music]

¶ ¶

- They're in there.
I heard screaming.

- You two stand by.

- [grunts]

¶ ¶

- Paramedics, up here, quick!

In here, hurry!

- Help!

Help!
Help!

Get him off!

I can't breathe!
[groans]

- Uh...

- Help us untie her.

We got you.

- All right, guys.
We need your help.

On three.
One...two...three.

[all grunting]

One more time.
One...two...three.

[all grunting]

- Thank you.

Oh, my God, is he dead?

- No, he has a pulse,
but it's weak.

[suspenseful music]

¶ ¶

BP's 60 over 40.
Let's get the IV going.

¶ ¶

- Either of you familiar with
Wild Stallion Romantic Enhancer?

- [laughs softly]
Tadalafil, sildenafil,

glibenclamide?

Holy crap, what isn't in this?

- Is your husband on
any medication?

- I don't know.
He's...not my husband.

- All right, he's responding
to the fluids.

Sir, can you hear me?

How do you feel?

- Oh, no.
- Yep.

That's about right.
61 to main.

I need manpower assist.

I think I pulled a muscle
on that last call.

That's definitely going in
my tell-all memoir.

I'm calling dibs.
[laughs]

- All yours.

I do not get how someone could
skip out on their husband

for that.

- It's pretty cute
how outraged you are.

- Just because I can't make
romance work

doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Hey, Dr. Halstead.

How's David Franklin from
the house fire this morning?

- His carbon monoxide levels
were very high,

but they're coming down
with the oxygen.

We also gave him a cyanide kit.

- You still expect to release
him in the morning?

- Hope so, all he keeps
talking about

is the wedding and
his bride-to-be.

- Oh, see, a man runs into
a burning building

to save the woman he loves.

That's romance.
- Aww.

- You want to hit up
the florist across the street,

see what we can get?

- You know what?
I've got a better idea.

[beeping]

- Hey, guys,
give us a hand?

- What you got?

- Ta-da.

- Whoa, jackpot.

- "With deepest sympathies."

- Courtesy of
Shady Pines Mortuary.

They were just gonna
toss this out!

- I see--so you hate weddings,
but you'll find any excuse

to hit up a funeral home.

- You know it.
- My kind of girl.

- We need to take a ride.

- Where to?

- I found Chaplain Orlovsky.

- Who is this we're picking up?

- So Walt goes running out
there, and sure enough,

Bobby's taken
an acetylene torch

and cut the roof clean off
of Walt's car.

[laughter]
- Hey, good to see you.

- Walt drove that thing around
for two whole weeks.

In February!

[laughter]

- Hey.
- Oh, hey, Matt Casey.

- How are you?
- Yeah.

You knew Bobby Dunbar, right?
- I did, yeah.

- Hey, Gary, a round
for my friends here.

We're gonna drink another toast
to Bobby D.

He was one of a kind.

- Look, another time, Padre.

We're on duty.
- Yeah.

- Oh.
- Wish we could.

Listen, Chaplain, we need
your help with something.

- Oh, yeah, sure.
Anything for you guys.

Anything at all.
Wait, I just gotta--oh!

- I got--oh, whoa, whoa.
- All right, hang on, whoa.

Hang on, pops.
- Who moved the floor?

- Uh, quick plan B, there's like
a hundred places

online I can get ordained
overnight.

- Otis, get the door.

- [snores]

[snoring]

- Do I want to know?

- [mouthing "no"]

- Make sure he's tucked away
in the bunk room

before Riddle arrives.

- Sure.
[chuckles]

Oh, and Chief?

- Yeah?

- What you're doing here,
with this wedding?

- Uh-huh.

- Not the smartest move
you've ever made.

- Well, better
to die on your feet

than live on your knees, Connie.

- [snores]

- [sighs]

- You can knock, you know.

- So are you gonna help us
with the flower arrangements?

- Yeah, of course.

I grew up working
in a flower shop.

- Really?

- Are you kidding me?

A family of firefighters

who drank testosterone
for breakfast?

- [laughs]

- So, what you said earlier.

You got no family in Chicago?

- My sister moved to
Kansas City.

I've been trying to call her,

but...she's a mess.

- Oh, she's the mess?

[both laughing]

- Yeah, she just

goes where the wind blows.

But...must run
in the family.

- So, let me get this straight.

You're never gonna settle down,
that's the game plan?

- Damn right.

- Honestly, I can't tell
whether I'm doing

a good job or a bad job here.

- Mm-hmm.
You know what?

Why don't you stick to taking
the condolence cards off?

- Heads up.
It's the Riddler.

- [exhales]

[tense music]

¶ ¶

- Why isn't Patterson here?

Would you go get
Captain Patterson for me?

- Yes, Chief.

- What's with the flower shop
in your common room?

- Family lost their home
day of their wedding.

I'm offering 51
as an alternate venue.

- An alternate venue, Wallace?
This is a firehouse.

It's not the champagne room
at the Radisson.

- I'm aware of that.

I know it's a little unorthodox,
but I thought I would offer it.

- Well, then, maybe
you should pull the plug.

- That would be a very big blow
to the bride.

The groom is laid up
at Chicago Med.

[knocks on door]
- Sorry, I didn't realize

I was expected at this meeting.

- Come on in, Patterson.

We're here to discuss
Kelly Severide's lieutenancy.

Did you pass your course,
Severide?

- With flying colors, sir.

Your office is getting a copy of
my final review.

- Congratulations.

Why don't we put your leadership
skills to the test?

As a reinstated officer,
would you support

the use of a firehouse
for a private event?

- Depends on the event, sir.

- Well, I think you know that
I'm referring to

this specific event,
this wedding.

[tense music]

- If I thought it
would help people?

I'd support it, sure.
- Mm-hmm.

- And I do.

- I think we'll let Severide
stay right where he is

for a while.
We'll reassess down the road.

- Wait, what?
- Kelly.

- Down the road?
No way.

I passed your class.
I kept my head down.

I did my job, like you asked.
Ask Patterson.

- You don't think
I already have?

- If he didn't give me
a positive review,

then he's full of it.

- Severide, I'm happy to discuss
this with you later.

- I'm not talking to you.
- Kelly, that's enough.

- You know,
it's no surprise to me

that your people--Dawson,
Severide--thumb their nose

at authority and backtalk
their superior officers.

I know exactly where
they learned that behavior.

- Riddle, you got a problem
with me,

don't take it out on my men.

That wedding was my call,
and I am happy to bring

this discussion up
before the Commissioner,

because he is not retired
as yet.

¶ ¶

- All right, you do whatever
you think's best

regarding this wedding, Chief.

And as for you,
we will review down the road.

¶ ¶

- Chief?

I apologize for that,
Chief Riddle.

I am embarrassed
on Severide's behalf.

And, as far as
this wedding goes--

- Look, just don't let yourself
get dragged down

into this mess, Patterson.

There may be
a Battalion Chief slot

opening up very soon.

- I'm so sorry, Severide.

I did not mean for you to become
collateral damage.

- To hell with him.

He was never gonna give me my
bugle back anyway.

Shove it up his ass, Chief.

- Uh, we got some
jalapeno poppers,

we got some wingdings,
got some mini-quiches,

slightly freezer burned.

- Not exactly
Gibsons Steakhouse, is it?

You know what?

You take yourself
down to the grocery store

and you get some nice,
big platters and, uh...

and a cake.

- You got it, Chief.

- Anything left over, you drop
it in Bobby Dunbar's boot.

- Chief, we got a text
from the bride, Becca?

- The groom took a bad turn.

- Well, you report back
when you know anything.

Go get the food, candidate.
Good thoughts.

Good thoughts.

- Hey, what happened?

- Increased inflammation
in his airway.

Not uncommon for inhalation
injuries to get worse

before they get better.

That's why we're keeping
an eye on him.

- Hey, Becca, how you doing?

- I'm okay.

Dr. Halstead said the wedding's
giving David

something to fight for.

He's gonna pull through.

And when he does,
he'll want to celebrate.

- Good.
- Good, we'll be ready for him.

[monitor beeps]

- Oh, God.

- Becca...

- I'm here, David.

- He's in SVT.
Heart rate's 200.

- David, I need a big cough
from you.

- [coughs]

- Oh, come on, you can do better
than that.

A lot harder, come on.
- [coughs]

- Give me six of adenosine.

Okay, folks, everyone needs
to clear out.

- But--but he's awake.
- Please, step outside.

- Come on, honey,
let's give 'em some space.

[machines beeping]

- Hang in there, David.

- Adenosine given.

Still in SVT.
BP's 90 over 60.

- Bolus him 500 of NS,
another 12 of adenosine,

and put the pads on.

Let's get him set up
for a cardioversion.

Start with 50 joules.

- Midazolam?
- No, Ketamine.

One milligram per kilo.
David?

Can you hear me?

We're gonna shock your heart.
Okay?

We'll have you sedated,
but it's gonna be intense.

Are you ready?

All right, he's ready.

Let's go.
- 50 joules.

Clear!
- Clear.

[volts shock]
[machines beeps]

- Still in SVT.
Heart rate's 180.

BP's still 90 over 60.
- Bring it up to 100 joules.

- Clear.

[volts shock]
- 100, again.

- Clear.

[volts shock]

[sustained beep]

[beeping slows]

Heart rate's dropping.

- All right, get me a 12-lead
EKG, stat.

- Hey.
- What do you think?

- I think ol' Bobby D'd be
proud of you guys.

Ah.

- I'm begging you.
It's zero hour.

We have no other choice.

- No, Cruz, there is no way.
I can't even sing.

- Yes you can.
I've heard you.

- Oh, karaoke doesn't count.

I'm usually two sea breezes in
when I go up.

- I'm just saying,
consider the alternative.

- ¶ And we will see it through ¶

¶ A love you are so ¶

- Oh, I see your point.
- Mm-hmm.

[alarm buzzes]
- Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambo 61.

Structure collapse,
4332 North Parkside Avenue.

[siren wailing]
- Bill, where's Mitchell?

Find Mitchell.
Where is he?

[dramatic music]

Help, please!
My son, he's in there!

- What happened?

- They were running stair
drills, the thing just snapped.

My boy, Mitchell, he fell down
through the middle.

At least 30 feet.
He's hurt bad.

- Guide the victims off slowly.

One wrong move, and
the whole thing collapses.

- Severide, go with him.
- Yeah, on it.

- Main, we're gonna need
an EMS Plan One.

- Copy that.
- Triage the victims

as they come down.

¶ ¶

- [coughs]

- There he is.

- We're with the victim.

He's trapped under
a heavy bleacher,

having trouble breathing.

- Copy that, Severide.

- Ah, damn, can't get any torque
in this mud.

- Use this for leverage.

[grunting]

- Hang in there, kid.

[grunting]

- Whoa.

Casey, this thing's gonna
come down any minute.

Let's get this kid out.

[dramatic music]

- Hang on, bud.

- Here, this'll give us
some extra leverage.

- Aah!

- There.

- You're gonna be okay.

Let's get you to the ambo.

- Hey.

How you feeling?

- Like a lucky man.

- She looks very beautiful.

- Thank you.

- All right, you guys.

We struck out on the music, so

it looks like we're gonna have
to go with what we got.

- Ha!

- Okay.
I'll do it.

I just, I can't do it alone.

I need some kind of
accompaniment.

- I--
- Uh-uh.

- I'll be right back.

[Bach's "Air on the G String"]

¶ ¶

- Who the heck
invited the news?

¶ ¶

["Sweethearts in Love"]

- ¶ The stars in your eyes ¶

¶ When we first met ¶

¶ ¶

¶ Told me that we ¶

¶ Somehow would be ¶

¶ Sweethearts in love ¶

¶ I try to forget ¶

¶ The stars are there yet ¶

¶ ¶

¶ They say come on ¶

¶ We won't be wrong ¶

¶ To be sweethearts in love ¶

- Dearly beloved,
we are gathered here today

for a truly special union.

A reminder that life's
hardships and uncertainties

are no match for the love

between two people
with open hearts

and undaunted dedication
to one another.

So, it is with deep joy
and appreciation

that we bear witness
to the joining

of David Franklin
and Rebecca King

in the bonds of holy matrimony.

- On me.

I nearly forgot to toast
your first fire.

- Not gonna turn that down.

- You did good.

Do you know how I know that?

Never heard your name
on the radio,

which means
you weren't cowboying,

you were just doing your job,
like you were trained.

- Thanks, Lieutenant.
- Yeah.

Cheers.
Keep it up.

[rock music playing]

¶ ¶

- First fire, huh?

- Here you go, guys.
On the house.

- Thank you so much.
- You got it.

- Wait, she couldn't just
wriggle out

from underneath the guy?

- Did you not hear the part
about the leather straps?

- Guy's lucky he pulled through.

Those pills are banned
in several states.

Chili looked it up.

Chili, what's the quote
from the article?

Where is she?
She was just here.

- Nothing can prepare you
for that real thing.

When you walk into a real fire,
it's...it's chaos.

The heat, the smoke,
you can't see anything,

your mask feels like
it's too tight.

Then there's Lieutenant Casey,
and he's calm,

and in control,
and that makes me feel calm.

- Why are you still talking?

- You asked me about being in
my first fi--

So you don't want to know
about the fire.

- No.
Not even a little bit.

[poignant music]

¶ ¶

[rock music playing]

¶ ¶

- Who, hey, Herrmann, Herrmann.
Turn it up.

- A firehouse is called a house
for a reason.

It's a part of
the community it serves,

and that's what today
is all about.

These folks aren't just
nameless faces.

They're our neighbors.

- Like it was his idea
all along.

[tense music]

¶ ¶

- They stuck a microphone
in my face.

I mean,
what am I supposed to do?

¶ ¶

[sighs]
Seriously?

- What the hell was that?

- That was me saving your ass
from Chief Riddle.

- Oh, is that a fact?

- I convinced him that a little
human interest story like this

would reflect well
on the entire department.

¶ ¶

You need to learn to get along
with Chief Riddle.

The man is going places.

But he's not going away.

- I think you're right
about that.

All the politicians
in the department are rising up.

All the Bobby Dunbars
are going away.

CFD is worse off because of it.

- Ready for his close up.
Sure enough.

- Well, there's one thing
that's become

crystal clear in all this.

- What's that?

- It's either him or me.

I'm not going anywhere.

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

[wolf howls]