Chicago Fire (2012–…): Season 5, Episode 16 - Telling Her Goodbye - full transcript
Firehouse 51 is taken over by local gangsters.
Morning, Maggie.
I heard there might be
a job opening up for a nurse.
Let me check.
Uh-uh. Must have been filled.
Kelly, there is someone to see you.
Came all the way up here to check on me?
I heard about this opening
for a pediatric nurse.
You're the one who took the job at Med.
Yeah.
[dramatic music]
Oh, that's it? No eggs? No sausage?
Nah. Cindy got it in her head
that we should try Ethiopian last night.
"Expand our horizons," she says.
She expanded something, all right,
something inside my gut.
Keep an eye on that.
Indigestion's one of the first
signs of heart failure.
Relax, Doctor Oz.
I'm fit as a fiddle, okay?
Dawson, I'm right, aren't I? Back me up.
I don't know, Herrmann.
You feeling fatigue?
Cold sweats? Shortness of breath?
No.
- Then I wouldn't stress.
- [alarm blaring]
Ambulance 61, gunshot victim,
- 19th Street and Wolcott Avenue.
- They're playing my song.
Wait, Wolcott. Wasn't there a
shooting there last shift?
Mm.
It's a turf war.
The Western Posse's beefing
with the 21 Naturals.
What? I follow the Drill Rap scene.
Sue me.
Hey, hey!
Yeah, look at that face.
- [chuckles]
- I knew seeing Anna again
would perk you up.
Well, it was a good surprise.
Glad she's back.
Yeah, she's good for you, Kelly.
Like it or not, I'm rooting for this.
Don't you have a floor to mop
or something?
Oh, Whatever. Listen, I'm just saying,
I'm rooting for it.
[laughs]
Hey, Kidd?
Okay. Yeah.
Got a job for you when you're done.
- All right.
- I need a full inventory of the rig.
First watch made a mess of it.
[groans]
I'm on it, Lieutenant.
[gunshots]
- Is that what I think it was?
- Shut the doors.
[dramatic music]
[gunshot]
81 to Main, we're stationed at quarters,
hearing gunshots
a block or two south of here.
Copy that, 81.
We'll notify [indistinct].
Casey!
Open the door!
- Go get Boden!
- Yeah!
You move, I'll drop you where you stand!
♪
Hand that over.
[wincing]
What else do you need?
I need you to shut the hell up
for a minute.
- [groans]
- [indistinct] creepin', bro.
We gotta get outta here!
We gotta bounce!
♪
[groaning, coughs]
Let me use my radio,
I can call dispatch...
Man, I ain't gonna tell you again.
Come on, we going inside!
- Move!
- All right.
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
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What the hell is this?
Don't none of you's move.
Let me see them hands.
Home team, this ain't no drill.
This is a firehouse, pal!
Where the heck do you think
you're doing?
Pal?
You better put yourself in check.
I don't want to hear
another word out ya.
Hey! Everybody stay calm.
- You the boss man?
- I am.
I'm sorry, are you the boss man?
[dramatic music]
♪
You got the gun.
We ain't looking for no trouble,
just a place to lay low for a minute.
You show respect, we show respect.
Then we slide out.
Snatch them cells and radios!
All right.
Let's go.
Let's see it!
Hey, Akeil? Akeil? Akeil? Akeil?
Hey, he needs help. What do we do?
We can help him. It's what we do.
Listen, I'm-I'm trained as a paramedic.
All I need are some medical
supplies from the locker room
and a bunk to put him in.
Okay. Move.
- Okay. All right.
- [groaning]
Hold up. Hey.
Keep a dead eye on that.
She starts acting shady,
you deal with it. You got me?
Yeah, I got you.
Go.
How old is that boy with the gun?
He's old enough, Pops.
Now, I need to move all your peoples
to a place I can post up on 'em.
♪
In there. Common room.
Good. Move!
Sweep this bitch,
make sure there's ain't
- no stragglers up in here.
- All right.
Okay, you're in charge,
but this is still my firehouse.
You keep your men in line,
I'll give you my word
I'll do the same.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what is this?
Where are we going? Don't be playing me.
I need something to pack
and wrap the wound.
Our medics keep
a few extra supplies back here.
'Kay?
Come on.
Let's not have any surprises, okay?
Look, you guys came here with your guns,
looking for shelter. You got it.
I'm just gonna patch up your friend
so you can all be on your way.
You know, if we could reach our radios,
we could at least send word
to our paramedics in the field,
you know, tell them
not to return to quarters
just until you've gone.
'Cause the last thing
either of us want right now
are more hostages, right?
Well, that ain't gonna happen.
Just grab what you need and let's go.
- Okay.
- [clatter]
[dramatic music]
Shh.
♪
[slams locker door shut]
Okay, got everything we need.
Good to go.
Let's go.
Single gunshot wound to the left thigh,
- vitals stable.
- Another gang shooting?
That's the third one today.
You'd think this cold would
slow them down.
Never known anything to slow them down.
Welcome to the party, sir.
You're in good hands.
We got this, don't worry.
- All right.
- Let's rotate.
I'm gonna stock up on supplies.
Possible gang related activity,
South Morgan and West Maxwell.
Suspects fled the scene.
Isn't that a couple blocks
away from the firehouse?
Um...
- Grab the restock. Let's get back.
- Okay.
[phone buzzing]
Get in there.
Get your ass in here. Come on.
Get down. Keep your eyes down!
We at least let civilian staff walk?
They gon' be the first ones
I unload into
if you don't sit down and shut up!
You want to try me?
[ominous music]
♪
- [sniffs]
- You too. Sit down over there.
Hey. You feeling okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Quit being such a mother hen.
Hey.
[dramatic music]
♪
Damn it.
Radio. Radio.
Who's out there?
Punk ass bitches who want us dead.
Look, you got caught up,
but there is time to be
a leader for your crew.
They are young.
The need you to to step up.
[laughs]
What? I saying something funny?
Man, what you think this is?
The Marines?
I ain't trying to be a leader.
I'm trying to survive.
We'll leave when I'm ready.
Look, I need to wrap the wound,
but I can't get under,
so I need you to help me lift him.
Look, I'm not asking for me.
I'm asking for your friend.
[groaning]
Akeil.
Akeil, I'm... I am asking for Akeil.
[winces]
Thank you.
All right.
Gonna lift him.
Back and up.
[groans]
Squad 3 to Main.
I have a 10-1 hostage situation
here at quarters.
Repeat, 10-1 in need
of emergency assistance.
Copy, Squad 3.
Dispatching units immediately.
Are you in a safe location?
Not quite.
Can you get out?
I can, but I'm not leaving anyone here.
Hey. I just got the text from Eco.
He says he saw Xavier's car
back on the block.
So it's safe to ride out?
If Eco say he saw him, then he saw him.
Then we straight.
Look, if you leave
your wounded man and go,
we'll take him to the hospital,
no questions asked.
Fine, whatever.
Go holler at JB,
tell him we gon' bounce.
A'ight.
[garage door opening]
The hell is that?
No, no. No, no, no.
- [beeps]
- Main to 61,
do not return to quarters.
We have a 10-1,
hostage situation in progress.
Gabby.
[dramatic music]
- Get him!
- [indistinct]!
Hey! Hey!
Get your ass back! Get back!
Main, we're at quarters and
we don't see anything.
Dawson.
♪
Matt!
- [gasps]
- Dawson! Go go go!
Get us out of here!
61 to Main. 10-1, 10-1,
Shots fired at 51.
Repeat, shots fired.
Gunshot victim inside.
♪
The hell just happened out there?
Hey, stand down old man
and get back inside!
[both grunting]
He shot him! Is he dead? Was he moving?
I-I don't know. It happened so fast.
[dramatic music]
♪
[groaning]
[both grunting]
Hey! Hey, don't move! Don't move!
Don't move!
Yeah. Think you a badass, huh?
[panting]
Let's see how tough you are now.
- [grunts]
- Hey! Whoa!
[grunts]
Come on, boy, let's see you step!
Come on, boy!
[growls] Chill, dog!
- Get up!
- [grunts]
[groans]
[winces]
[groans]
Casey?
Yeah?
I think I'm okay.
Bullet hit my shoulder.
[sirens wailing]
[dramatic music]
[tires screeching]
Damn!
Bro, they got half the cops
in the city out there.
What the hell we gon' do?
[groans]
Get yo' ass up.
- [groaning]
- [indistinct]!
Get him!
♪
[groaning]
There you go. Lay him back down.
- Good.
- [moans]
This is the police!
We have the area surrounded!
Hey. Hey! Hey!
What's your name?
[stuttering] JB, JB.
J... JB? Look at me.
Hey, this doesn't change anything, okay?
Okay, Akeil still needs our help.
Hey. Come okay, look at me, JB.
Are you with me?
[ominous music]
♪
Okay.
Come on, come on, come on.
Okay. Grab me that bag
and that green tube.
We need to secure his airway.
Get yo' ass...
Yo, one of theirs called the cops.
Dude, what the hell were you
thinking out there?
You out of your damn mind?
What was I supposed to do?
- Yo, I don't even want to hear it!
- This man over here...
We in deep enough
without you killing somebody.
Bro, look around, they already got us.
Might as well go out correct.
You've got an army of cops out there
watching your every move.
They hear one more shot,
they are gonna come
busting through those doors.
But if want to stay alive,
I'd show those cops some good faith.
Release Casey.
Let him get some medical treatment.
Hey, bro, look at me.
You dying?
Bullet didn't hit anything vital,
but someone needs to look at it.
Take Blondie to the back.
Have the ambo lady look at that.
If you hold onto hostages,
you are giving...
Man, ain't nobody going nowhere!
Y'all the only thing keeping the police
from dragging us out of here
in body bags.
- Ma'am, I can't let you go in.
- No, let us through.
- You have to step back.
- This is our house.
- We live here, we work here. Okay?
- I know, we'll take care of it.
- Let us through!
- Hey! Hey, what's going on?
We're stationed in this house.
Our people are in there.
Matt Casey, the gunshot victim,
you know his condition?
No word about casualties yet.
How many fire personnel
are in that house?
- 15.
- How many offenders, if you know?
Uh, we've seen two black males,
both with guns. There could be more.
- You know the internal layout?
- Like my own home.
Good. Stay close. We'll need it and you.
Oh, my God, what happened?
I'm okay.
Shut up! What's wrong with him?
Short of breath, bullet must be
lodged somewhere near his lung.
Thought you knew what you was doing.
He needs a trauma surgeon.
We're doing everything that we can
to keep him alive
until he can get to one.
JB, grab more gauze out of the bag.
We need to wrap Casey's wound.
Yo, this ain't no hospital!
He ain't your nurse.!
Your job's to keep my mans alive.
You help your little friend later on.
Kidd, it's okay. I'll wrap my own wound.
Oh, look at that, we got a big boy.
And what the hell's wrong
with your dumb ass?
Telling her your name?
She don't need to know all that!
- My bad...
- "My bad" nothing!
You better look sharp, brown-haired boy.
Don't let them play you.
Firemen, cops, all on the same team,
only one carry ax, one carry a gun!
Move yo' ass.
[dramatic music]
This is the Chicago Police!
You need to answer our call
so we can hear your demands!
[phone ringing]
[phone ringing]
You have to pick up.
Why?
So I can let 'em talk us out of here
all nice and friendly, then ship us
back to the station for a beat down?
If you don't pick up,
they will be forced to breach.
How the hell you think
they're gonna handle you then?
Don't even trip, chief.
Don't even trip.
[phone ringing]
This still the curry talking?
Eh.
Stress ain't helping.
Hey.
That mouth's gon' write you
a check yo' ass can't cash.
Shut up!
My friend needs to get some antacid.
He's got some in his locker.
Yeah, and I need a jet to Mexico.
I'm all right, Mouch.
It's okay, I'm fine.
[whispering] Hey.
That lunatic's back there with Kidd.
The second there's a distraction,
I need you to cover for me.
Yeah, I got you.
[breathing laboriously]
Aw, see.
Now, why he breathing like that?
You fixing him or what?
He's developing a tension pneumothorax.
In English, dummy.
His injury is letting air into his
chest cavity, but not back out,
and the pressure is
pushing on his heart.
No, no, no, see? What the hell that for?
[dramatic music]
Needle decompression.
I need to pierce his chest.
Oh, hell no?
You see what she's trying to do?
She's trying to kill him, trying
to take us all out one by one.
- Come on, man, don't be crazy.
- No, no, no, wait.
Wait!
- Let's go.
- Listen!
- You need to know what time it is.
- Hey!
[groans]
Hey! Where are you taking her?
She's trying to help!
- All right.
- Now, which one is yours?
♪
I ain't asking you again.
It's that one.
That one.
Open it.
♪
Let's go! Move!
Hey! Back up.
Oh. There we go.
These your peoples?
Look, I don't know
what you did to my boy,
but I got people of my own
out there too,
and if anything happens to him,
they gon' pay a visit
to every single person
in these pictures.
[tense music]
♪
[both grunt]
♪
Well, where is she?
She can't help right now.
What did you do?
Huh?
Okay, can you do it? Huh?
I need help.
Go get someone, quick.
Move, boy.
[phone ringing]
You have to pick up.
[phone ringing]
No luck.
So what now?
Countdown starts.
They've already shot a hostage.
We don't have the luxury of time.
[siren wailing]
Hey, Turk.
We need help. Akeil can't breathe
and Marlon thinks
the firefighter lady did it,
- so he knocked her ass out.
- Slow up a minute.
What do you mean, "knocked her out"?
Chill, Pops. She ain't dead, is she?
I don't know, but Turk, I swear, he's
gonna kill her if Akeil gets any worse.
You get that maniac off her now!
Man, ain't nobody got time for all that!
I'm trying to get us
up out of this place!
Hey!
Who else knows how to treat a gunshot?
Why? What happened?
Man, I'm asking the questions, a'ight?
We all know basic life support.
Good. Then you're up.
He doesn't have the training,
but we have two paramedics
in the field who can
walk him through it.
And how are they
supposed to do that walking?
Hi. Um, sorry.
Do you... do you know something
that we should know?
Yeah, my son. He's in there.
He's with the gang?
He's not a gang member. He's a child.
Lost his ten-year-old sister
to a stray bullet,
dead in the street.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Is that what this is about? Retaliation?
Neighborhood cliques been
going tit-for-tat all weekend,
calling it payback.
JB was heartsick
'cause nobody doing nothing.
He wanted street justice.
I tried to stop him.
Gabriela Dawson!
You made contact?
No, they made contact,
and they want to talk to you.
Hello?
It's Otis.
Otis. Otis, what's going on?
Is Casey alive?
He is.
He's right here with me
in the bunk room.
[sighs]
Boden's with... oh.
Okay. Uh, that's about all I can say.
I'd love to chat some more,
but these guys are
sort of determined to keep me on topic.
If we don't stick to medical jargon
afraid they're gonna
cut this call short.
Okay. I read you loud and clear.
What are we looking at?
Okay. Okay, okay, all right.
Uh, we... we got a gunshot victim.
One of the hostage takers.
He's got a bullet in the chest.
Uh, he's got a steady pulse
but he's not breathing.
Kidd had said, uh,
he had some sort of, uh,
tension pneumo...
Pneumothorax?
That's the one.
Okay, you're gonna need
a large-bore needle.
The 14 gauge,
it's the orange colored one.
That's it, that one.
Okay. Uh, uh, am I just gonna
punch into the guy with this?
No, no, no, you're not
gonna punch into anything.
You're gonna insert the needle
in between the second intercostal space,
just above the third rib
at the midclavicular line.
Mid-what?
Midpoint on the clavicle,
it's between the sternum and shoulder.
Can you find it?
Yes, I think so.
When you're ready,
you're gonna insert the needle
at a 90-degree angle
into the chest, okay?
Once the angiocath is in,
you're gonna pull out the needle
and you're gonna hear a hiss of air.
Right. Okay.
[tense music]
♪
Here goes everything.
♪
Okay. Okay, it's in. What do I do now?
What the hell's going on down there?
Relax, Otis.
Remove the needle
and secure the catheter.
Okay. Okay, I'm doing it.
I'm doing it.
[air escaping]
Okay. I did it.
It worked. He's breathing.
Perfect. Perfect, okay,
just secure the catheter
and you are good to go.
He's alive, Dawson. I can't believe it.
Otis, where's Casey? Is he okay?
I'm all right.
Tell SWAT we have people spread...
[groans]
Nice try, fireman.
[groans]
Hello? Hello?
[beeps]
The line went dead.
Did he make it?
I think so.
Did you get any other information?
Geography?
Um, apparently they're all
spread out in there.
It cut off before I could get more.
Need to get eyes inside that building.
Commander Hicks.
This is Danika Williams, mother of JB.
He's one of the...
he's... he's inside there.
I'm scared for my son.
Anything I can do.
Stand by. We may need you.
What's going on back there?
Akeil's all right, bro.
He's breathing again.
Yeah?
Look, this has gone on long enough.
What's your plan?
That truck out there.
The one without the ladder
and everything.
Squad, what about it?
That thing tough?
Like, real tough? Can it take a bullet?
Absolutely not.
Hey, are you out of your minds?
What the hell were you gonna
plan to get through those cops?
You think you're just gonna ram
right through them?
You don't want to take
another step, old man.
You think I'm afraid of a punk like you?
You know what we do for a living?
We walk into hell every day.
- Yeah? How about now?
- Herrmann!
There is no way that I'm gonna
let some kid with a...
Oh, damn it.
- What's happening?
- Damn it!
- No, I'm okay.
- What's he doing?
- Hey!
- No, I'm fine. It's okay. I'm just...
Oh!
- [groaning]
- He's having a heart attack.
We need to get him
to the hospital right now!
[groans]
If he dies on your watch,
that's murder of a public servant.
You will fry.
I ain't taking responsibility for this.
I ain't do anything to him!
Let him go and I'll get you out of here.
You want to bust out? I'll bust you out.
And we can armor the squad
with stabilizing plates
and we can "Mad-Max" our way out of here
if you're crazy enough to do it,
but you gotta let Herrmann go.
[groaning]
[siren wailing]
They're releasing a hostage.
- Who?
- Heart attack victim.
They didn't give a name.
We need to move this line back!
Let's move!
[dramatic music]
♪
Hey, man, Turk says
we busting out of here.
Wait, hold up, what?
Yeah, he said he got a plan. We gon' hop
on one of them fire trucks
and make a run for it.
- You're joking.
- Will you shut up?
Get him squared away so we can move him.
Hey. Hey, you can't take him with you.
He needs a doctor.
You move him, he's gonna die.
What'd you say?
Huh? Say it again.
- Say it again. What?
- Come on.
- Come on, we...
- Say it again!
We ain't got time
for that, man. Come on.
Oh, my God. That's Herrmann.
That's him! That's my boy!
Ma'am, we need you to stay back.
JB!
Herrmann? Herrmann, can you hear me?
That's it, that's it.
I'm okay. I'm okay, okay?
Where's the guy in charge?
What do you mean?
What do you mean who's the g...
No, no, No, no, I'm faking it. I just...
my heart is fine. I just needed
to get out of there.
Commander!
Holy hell, Herrmann. You scared us.
[sighs]
What's going on?
Listen, you need to get
in there right away.
These clowns, they got
some cockamamy plan
that they're gonna drive
their trucks right through here.
- You know where everyone is?
- Yeah.
Get me a pen and a paper
and I'll write down
the exact location of the hostages.
Good. Now, if we can just delay them.
I have an idea.
Would you be willing
to reach out to your son?
Yeah?
Easy, easy.
All right, so, he good to go?
Yeah, as good as he's gonna be.
All right, cool.
Hey.
Go check on your girl.
[tense music]
♪
Where she go?
No!
Where is she?
Where is she? She was right here!
Damn!
[speaking inaudibly]
Cruz, you don't have to do this.
Yeah, I do, Chief.
Be there. You bet. A'ight.
Okay, we set.
You sure this can work?
No. I think it's insane.
But a deal's a deal.
Jean Baptiste Williams.
I pray to God you can hear me.
This is not you.
You're not a thug.
I taught you to love.
You're a decent person,
a good son, a loving brother
who would walk his sister
to school every morning.
Come on, JB. They using
your moms to get in your head.
Read her bedtime stories
anytime I had to work a double shift.
Listen to her, JB.
She knows you better than anybody else.
She's trying to help you.
Man, they are playing
with your emotions, damn.
This is how they do.
I'm your mother!
You're kind.
You're smart.
And you know in your heart
that none of this violence
is gonna bring Tiana back.
This is not a game. Nobody died.
Not too late to change
this thing around.
You guys came in here for help.
We can make sure that they know that.
Yeah, right.
You think they gon' let you walk
'cause your Mama turned on
the waterworks?
Come on.
Or tell your friends
to talk to the police.
Don't leave me alone again.
I can't lose another child.
Go, run, talk to them.
Make sure you get some help to make sure
that nobody else gets hurt!
This isn't any of your
damn business, man!
- All right, all right.
- Huh?
All right, all right.
Both of you just chill the hell out!
I'm still here.
Just tell me what you need me to do.
Tell me what you need me to do!
[ominous music]
♪
We gotta load the truck.
Come on, Let's move.
Move, man, move!
Ma'am. I got it.
Thanks.
Let's go.
Copy that.
It was worth a try.
[dramatic music]
♪
[grunts]
[tense music]
♪
[grunts]
[grunts]
[grunts]
[grunts]
[groaning]
[grunts]
Whew!
- You okay?
- Yeah.
Let's go! Come on!
- Side door.
- Yeah.
Move.
- Freeze!
- Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Hey, hey. Hey, hey!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Drop your weapon now!
- Okay, okay.
Stay back, stay back,
and stand the hell down
- or I'ma kill this man.
- Turk.
Turk, man, what are
you doing, man? It's over.
Ain't nothing over.
Come on! Come on, come on.
Hey!
Hey! Where you going?
all: Get down! Get down!
Get down on the ground!
- [grunts]
- All the way, face down!
I'm telling you,
I will kill this son a bitch!
I ain't playing!
[dramatic music]
[dramatic music]
Everybody take a step back now!
You don't want to do this.
Everybody, take a deep breath.
Shut the hell up!
I am gonna get in this truck,
I'ma plow right through
all of you if I got to.
JB, get in the truck.
Turk, man, we're caught! It's done, man!
Y-you want to get somebody killed?
JB, open the truck
or I'ma kill your friend here!
JB, don't listen to him.
Shut the hell up!
You think this what
Tiana would've wanted?
You gonna listen to him
and die for nothing?
- The hell with this!
- [groans]
Okay! Look, I'll do it, I'll do it,
just... just don't shoot him.
- Get in the truck.
- Okay.
- Get in the truck!
- Okay.
- All right, Chief.
- It's okay.
- It's okay, don't shoot.
- Let's go.
Nobody wants to die today. Easy, easy.
All right. All right, everybody, easy.
Nobody wants to die today.
Calm down, Turk.
- All right. All right.
- Calm down.
- Okay. Okay!
- Come on, Chief.
[groans] Step up. Step up, Chief.
Come on, boss man, you got it.
- In the truck!
- Please, please.
Don't listen to him.
[dramatic music]
♪
Go! We need this clear!
Snipers, you have a green light
to take a shot.
- Hey, what's going on inside there?
- They have the chief.
They're gonna try to take a ride.
So what now? What's your grand plan.
I got peoples in East Chicago.
They're gonna take care of us.
That's a long way to go.
If we don't get there,
what happens to me?
Hey, come on, man!
Y'all gon' clear this way
or do I need to start counting down?
Ten!
Nine!
Eight!
Seven!
Six!
Five!
- [gunshot]
- [screams]
Let it go! Let it go!
- Shots fired! Shots fired!
- [people screaming]
Chase!
Right now! Let it go!
All right, all right! All right!
Let it go!
[dramatic music]
[gasping]
Come on, I got ya.
[coughs]
♪
Hey! Hey! I'm coming out willingly!
- Let me see your hands!
- I'm coming out willingly.
Behind your back, now.
Let's go.
♪
Chief?
I'm okay. Take care of him.
He caught a ricochet.
♪
Gunshot wound to the neck.
Judging from the blood loss,
it doesn't look like
it hit an artery.
♪
Airway's clear.
No strider.
Pulse is strong.
JB, can you hear me?
I need you to squeeze my hands.
♪
Nothing.
Think he's stroking out?
♪
The bullet's close
to the carotid artery.
It's cutting off circulation.
He's not gonna make it to a hospital.
[sobbing]
- Whoa, whoa, ma'am.
- My baby!
Let 'em work. Let 'em work.
[sobbing]
[wailing]
We need to pull it out.
- Dawson, no. We don't have the...
- The bullet's right there.
If we don't pull it out he's gonna die.
Give me some light.
[dramatic music]
♪
- Okay?
- [groans]
Okay, got it. Check him.
Pulse is strong.
- Let's get him ready to go.
- Yeah.
[grim music]
♪
- I want to come with you!
- Can't allow that, Ma'am.
Ms. Williams, I will make sure
you get a ride to the hospital.
[sobbing]
I'm really sorry for the loss
of your daughter,
and the world of trouble
that it has caused.
It's unimaginable.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
He's gonna live.
- [sobbing]
- Okay.
It's gonna be okay.
Gabby.
When I saw that gun go off,
I thought the worst.
I'm fine.
Better get going.
Yeah.
[sad music]
♪
[siren wailing]
♪
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I heard there might be
a job opening up for a nurse.
Let me check.
Uh-uh. Must have been filled.
Kelly, there is someone to see you.
Came all the way up here to check on me?
I heard about this opening
for a pediatric nurse.
You're the one who took the job at Med.
Yeah.
[dramatic music]
Oh, that's it? No eggs? No sausage?
Nah. Cindy got it in her head
that we should try Ethiopian last night.
"Expand our horizons," she says.
She expanded something, all right,
something inside my gut.
Keep an eye on that.
Indigestion's one of the first
signs of heart failure.
Relax, Doctor Oz.
I'm fit as a fiddle, okay?
Dawson, I'm right, aren't I? Back me up.
I don't know, Herrmann.
You feeling fatigue?
Cold sweats? Shortness of breath?
No.
- Then I wouldn't stress.
- [alarm blaring]
Ambulance 61, gunshot victim,
- 19th Street and Wolcott Avenue.
- They're playing my song.
Wait, Wolcott. Wasn't there a
shooting there last shift?
Mm.
It's a turf war.
The Western Posse's beefing
with the 21 Naturals.
What? I follow the Drill Rap scene.
Sue me.
Hey, hey!
Yeah, look at that face.
- [chuckles]
- I knew seeing Anna again
would perk you up.
Well, it was a good surprise.
Glad she's back.
Yeah, she's good for you, Kelly.
Like it or not, I'm rooting for this.
Don't you have a floor to mop
or something?
Oh, Whatever. Listen, I'm just saying,
I'm rooting for it.
[laughs]
Hey, Kidd?
Okay. Yeah.
Got a job for you when you're done.
- All right.
- I need a full inventory of the rig.
First watch made a mess of it.
[groans]
I'm on it, Lieutenant.
[gunshots]
- Is that what I think it was?
- Shut the doors.
[dramatic music]
[gunshot]
81 to Main, we're stationed at quarters,
hearing gunshots
a block or two south of here.
Copy that, 81.
We'll notify [indistinct].
Casey!
Open the door!
- Go get Boden!
- Yeah!
You move, I'll drop you where you stand!
♪
Hand that over.
[wincing]
What else do you need?
I need you to shut the hell up
for a minute.
- [groans]
- [indistinct] creepin', bro.
We gotta get outta here!
We gotta bounce!
♪
[groaning, coughs]
Let me use my radio,
I can call dispatch...
Man, I ain't gonna tell you again.
Come on, we going inside!
- Move!
- All right.
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
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What the hell is this?
Don't none of you's move.
Let me see them hands.
Home team, this ain't no drill.
This is a firehouse, pal!
Where the heck do you think
you're doing?
Pal?
You better put yourself in check.
I don't want to hear
another word out ya.
Hey! Everybody stay calm.
- You the boss man?
- I am.
I'm sorry, are you the boss man?
[dramatic music]
♪
You got the gun.
We ain't looking for no trouble,
just a place to lay low for a minute.
You show respect, we show respect.
Then we slide out.
Snatch them cells and radios!
All right.
Let's go.
Let's see it!
Hey, Akeil? Akeil? Akeil? Akeil?
Hey, he needs help. What do we do?
We can help him. It's what we do.
Listen, I'm-I'm trained as a paramedic.
All I need are some medical
supplies from the locker room
and a bunk to put him in.
Okay. Move.
- Okay. All right.
- [groaning]
Hold up. Hey.
Keep a dead eye on that.
She starts acting shady,
you deal with it. You got me?
Yeah, I got you.
Go.
How old is that boy with the gun?
He's old enough, Pops.
Now, I need to move all your peoples
to a place I can post up on 'em.
♪
In there. Common room.
Good. Move!
Sweep this bitch,
make sure there's ain't
- no stragglers up in here.
- All right.
Okay, you're in charge,
but this is still my firehouse.
You keep your men in line,
I'll give you my word
I'll do the same.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what is this?
Where are we going? Don't be playing me.
I need something to pack
and wrap the wound.
Our medics keep
a few extra supplies back here.
'Kay?
Come on.
Let's not have any surprises, okay?
Look, you guys came here with your guns,
looking for shelter. You got it.
I'm just gonna patch up your friend
so you can all be on your way.
You know, if we could reach our radios,
we could at least send word
to our paramedics in the field,
you know, tell them
not to return to quarters
just until you've gone.
'Cause the last thing
either of us want right now
are more hostages, right?
Well, that ain't gonna happen.
Just grab what you need and let's go.
- Okay.
- [clatter]
[dramatic music]
Shh.
♪
[slams locker door shut]
Okay, got everything we need.
Good to go.
Let's go.
Single gunshot wound to the left thigh,
- vitals stable.
- Another gang shooting?
That's the third one today.
You'd think this cold would
slow them down.
Never known anything to slow them down.
Welcome to the party, sir.
You're in good hands.
We got this, don't worry.
- All right.
- Let's rotate.
I'm gonna stock up on supplies.
Possible gang related activity,
South Morgan and West Maxwell.
Suspects fled the scene.
Isn't that a couple blocks
away from the firehouse?
Um...
- Grab the restock. Let's get back.
- Okay.
[phone buzzing]
Get in there.
Get your ass in here. Come on.
Get down. Keep your eyes down!
We at least let civilian staff walk?
They gon' be the first ones
I unload into
if you don't sit down and shut up!
You want to try me?
[ominous music]
♪
- [sniffs]
- You too. Sit down over there.
Hey. You feeling okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Quit being such a mother hen.
Hey.
[dramatic music]
♪
Damn it.
Radio. Radio.
Who's out there?
Punk ass bitches who want us dead.
Look, you got caught up,
but there is time to be
a leader for your crew.
They are young.
The need you to to step up.
[laughs]
What? I saying something funny?
Man, what you think this is?
The Marines?
I ain't trying to be a leader.
I'm trying to survive.
We'll leave when I'm ready.
Look, I need to wrap the wound,
but I can't get under,
so I need you to help me lift him.
Look, I'm not asking for me.
I'm asking for your friend.
[groaning]
Akeil.
Akeil, I'm... I am asking for Akeil.
[winces]
Thank you.
All right.
Gonna lift him.
Back and up.
[groans]
Squad 3 to Main.
I have a 10-1 hostage situation
here at quarters.
Repeat, 10-1 in need
of emergency assistance.
Copy, Squad 3.
Dispatching units immediately.
Are you in a safe location?
Not quite.
Can you get out?
I can, but I'm not leaving anyone here.
Hey. I just got the text from Eco.
He says he saw Xavier's car
back on the block.
So it's safe to ride out?
If Eco say he saw him, then he saw him.
Then we straight.
Look, if you leave
your wounded man and go,
we'll take him to the hospital,
no questions asked.
Fine, whatever.
Go holler at JB,
tell him we gon' bounce.
A'ight.
[garage door opening]
The hell is that?
No, no. No, no, no.
- [beeps]
- Main to 61,
do not return to quarters.
We have a 10-1,
hostage situation in progress.
Gabby.
[dramatic music]
- Get him!
- [indistinct]!
Hey! Hey!
Get your ass back! Get back!
Main, we're at quarters and
we don't see anything.
Dawson.
♪
Matt!
- [gasps]
- Dawson! Go go go!
Get us out of here!
61 to Main. 10-1, 10-1,
Shots fired at 51.
Repeat, shots fired.
Gunshot victim inside.
♪
The hell just happened out there?
Hey, stand down old man
and get back inside!
[both grunting]
He shot him! Is he dead? Was he moving?
I-I don't know. It happened so fast.
[dramatic music]
♪
[groaning]
[both grunting]
Hey! Hey, don't move! Don't move!
Don't move!
Yeah. Think you a badass, huh?
[panting]
Let's see how tough you are now.
- [grunts]
- Hey! Whoa!
[grunts]
Come on, boy, let's see you step!
Come on, boy!
[growls] Chill, dog!
- Get up!
- [grunts]
[groans]
[winces]
[groans]
Casey?
Yeah?
I think I'm okay.
Bullet hit my shoulder.
[sirens wailing]
[dramatic music]
[tires screeching]
Damn!
Bro, they got half the cops
in the city out there.
What the hell we gon' do?
[groans]
Get yo' ass up.
- [groaning]
- [indistinct]!
Get him!
♪
[groaning]
There you go. Lay him back down.
- Good.
- [moans]
This is the police!
We have the area surrounded!
Hey. Hey! Hey!
What's your name?
[stuttering] JB, JB.
J... JB? Look at me.
Hey, this doesn't change anything, okay?
Okay, Akeil still needs our help.
Hey. Come okay, look at me, JB.
Are you with me?
[ominous music]
♪
Okay.
Come on, come on, come on.
Okay. Grab me that bag
and that green tube.
We need to secure his airway.
Get yo' ass...
Yo, one of theirs called the cops.
Dude, what the hell were you
thinking out there?
You out of your damn mind?
What was I supposed to do?
- Yo, I don't even want to hear it!
- This man over here...
We in deep enough
without you killing somebody.
Bro, look around, they already got us.
Might as well go out correct.
You've got an army of cops out there
watching your every move.
They hear one more shot,
they are gonna come
busting through those doors.
But if want to stay alive,
I'd show those cops some good faith.
Release Casey.
Let him get some medical treatment.
Hey, bro, look at me.
You dying?
Bullet didn't hit anything vital,
but someone needs to look at it.
Take Blondie to the back.
Have the ambo lady look at that.
If you hold onto hostages,
you are giving...
Man, ain't nobody going nowhere!
Y'all the only thing keeping the police
from dragging us out of here
in body bags.
- Ma'am, I can't let you go in.
- No, let us through.
- You have to step back.
- This is our house.
- We live here, we work here. Okay?
- I know, we'll take care of it.
- Let us through!
- Hey! Hey, what's going on?
We're stationed in this house.
Our people are in there.
Matt Casey, the gunshot victim,
you know his condition?
No word about casualties yet.
How many fire personnel
are in that house?
- 15.
- How many offenders, if you know?
Uh, we've seen two black males,
both with guns. There could be more.
- You know the internal layout?
- Like my own home.
Good. Stay close. We'll need it and you.
Oh, my God, what happened?
I'm okay.
Shut up! What's wrong with him?
Short of breath, bullet must be
lodged somewhere near his lung.
Thought you knew what you was doing.
He needs a trauma surgeon.
We're doing everything that we can
to keep him alive
until he can get to one.
JB, grab more gauze out of the bag.
We need to wrap Casey's wound.
Yo, this ain't no hospital!
He ain't your nurse.!
Your job's to keep my mans alive.
You help your little friend later on.
Kidd, it's okay. I'll wrap my own wound.
Oh, look at that, we got a big boy.
And what the hell's wrong
with your dumb ass?
Telling her your name?
She don't need to know all that!
- My bad...
- "My bad" nothing!
You better look sharp, brown-haired boy.
Don't let them play you.
Firemen, cops, all on the same team,
only one carry ax, one carry a gun!
Move yo' ass.
[dramatic music]
This is the Chicago Police!
You need to answer our call
so we can hear your demands!
[phone ringing]
[phone ringing]
You have to pick up.
Why?
So I can let 'em talk us out of here
all nice and friendly, then ship us
back to the station for a beat down?
If you don't pick up,
they will be forced to breach.
How the hell you think
they're gonna handle you then?
Don't even trip, chief.
Don't even trip.
[phone ringing]
This still the curry talking?
Eh.
Stress ain't helping.
Hey.
That mouth's gon' write you
a check yo' ass can't cash.
Shut up!
My friend needs to get some antacid.
He's got some in his locker.
Yeah, and I need a jet to Mexico.
I'm all right, Mouch.
It's okay, I'm fine.
[whispering] Hey.
That lunatic's back there with Kidd.
The second there's a distraction,
I need you to cover for me.
Yeah, I got you.
[breathing laboriously]
Aw, see.
Now, why he breathing like that?
You fixing him or what?
He's developing a tension pneumothorax.
In English, dummy.
His injury is letting air into his
chest cavity, but not back out,
and the pressure is
pushing on his heart.
No, no, no, see? What the hell that for?
[dramatic music]
Needle decompression.
I need to pierce his chest.
Oh, hell no?
You see what she's trying to do?
She's trying to kill him, trying
to take us all out one by one.
- Come on, man, don't be crazy.
- No, no, no, wait.
Wait!
- Let's go.
- Listen!
- You need to know what time it is.
- Hey!
[groans]
Hey! Where are you taking her?
She's trying to help!
- All right.
- Now, which one is yours?
♪
I ain't asking you again.
It's that one.
That one.
Open it.
♪
Let's go! Move!
Hey! Back up.
Oh. There we go.
These your peoples?
Look, I don't know
what you did to my boy,
but I got people of my own
out there too,
and if anything happens to him,
they gon' pay a visit
to every single person
in these pictures.
[tense music]
♪
[both grunt]
♪
Well, where is she?
She can't help right now.
What did you do?
Huh?
Okay, can you do it? Huh?
I need help.
Go get someone, quick.
Move, boy.
[phone ringing]
You have to pick up.
[phone ringing]
No luck.
So what now?
Countdown starts.
They've already shot a hostage.
We don't have the luxury of time.
[siren wailing]
Hey, Turk.
We need help. Akeil can't breathe
and Marlon thinks
the firefighter lady did it,
- so he knocked her ass out.
- Slow up a minute.
What do you mean, "knocked her out"?
Chill, Pops. She ain't dead, is she?
I don't know, but Turk, I swear, he's
gonna kill her if Akeil gets any worse.
You get that maniac off her now!
Man, ain't nobody got time for all that!
I'm trying to get us
up out of this place!
Hey!
Who else knows how to treat a gunshot?
Why? What happened?
Man, I'm asking the questions, a'ight?
We all know basic life support.
Good. Then you're up.
He doesn't have the training,
but we have two paramedics
in the field who can
walk him through it.
And how are they
supposed to do that walking?
Hi. Um, sorry.
Do you... do you know something
that we should know?
Yeah, my son. He's in there.
He's with the gang?
He's not a gang member. He's a child.
Lost his ten-year-old sister
to a stray bullet,
dead in the street.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Is that what this is about? Retaliation?
Neighborhood cliques been
going tit-for-tat all weekend,
calling it payback.
JB was heartsick
'cause nobody doing nothing.
He wanted street justice.
I tried to stop him.
Gabriela Dawson!
You made contact?
No, they made contact,
and they want to talk to you.
Hello?
It's Otis.
Otis. Otis, what's going on?
Is Casey alive?
He is.
He's right here with me
in the bunk room.
[sighs]
Boden's with... oh.
Okay. Uh, that's about all I can say.
I'd love to chat some more,
but these guys are
sort of determined to keep me on topic.
If we don't stick to medical jargon
afraid they're gonna
cut this call short.
Okay. I read you loud and clear.
What are we looking at?
Okay. Okay, okay, all right.
Uh, we... we got a gunshot victim.
One of the hostage takers.
He's got a bullet in the chest.
Uh, he's got a steady pulse
but he's not breathing.
Kidd had said, uh,
he had some sort of, uh,
tension pneumo...
Pneumothorax?
That's the one.
Okay, you're gonna need
a large-bore needle.
The 14 gauge,
it's the orange colored one.
That's it, that one.
Okay. Uh, uh, am I just gonna
punch into the guy with this?
No, no, no, you're not
gonna punch into anything.
You're gonna insert the needle
in between the second intercostal space,
just above the third rib
at the midclavicular line.
Mid-what?
Midpoint on the clavicle,
it's between the sternum and shoulder.
Can you find it?
Yes, I think so.
When you're ready,
you're gonna insert the needle
at a 90-degree angle
into the chest, okay?
Once the angiocath is in,
you're gonna pull out the needle
and you're gonna hear a hiss of air.
Right. Okay.
[tense music]
♪
Here goes everything.
♪
Okay. Okay, it's in. What do I do now?
What the hell's going on down there?
Relax, Otis.
Remove the needle
and secure the catheter.
Okay. Okay, I'm doing it.
I'm doing it.
[air escaping]
Okay. I did it.
It worked. He's breathing.
Perfect. Perfect, okay,
just secure the catheter
and you are good to go.
He's alive, Dawson. I can't believe it.
Otis, where's Casey? Is he okay?
I'm all right.
Tell SWAT we have people spread...
[groans]
Nice try, fireman.
[groans]
Hello? Hello?
[beeps]
The line went dead.
Did he make it?
I think so.
Did you get any other information?
Geography?
Um, apparently they're all
spread out in there.
It cut off before I could get more.
Need to get eyes inside that building.
Commander Hicks.
This is Danika Williams, mother of JB.
He's one of the...
he's... he's inside there.
I'm scared for my son.
Anything I can do.
Stand by. We may need you.
What's going on back there?
Akeil's all right, bro.
He's breathing again.
Yeah?
Look, this has gone on long enough.
What's your plan?
That truck out there.
The one without the ladder
and everything.
Squad, what about it?
That thing tough?
Like, real tough? Can it take a bullet?
Absolutely not.
Hey, are you out of your minds?
What the hell were you gonna
plan to get through those cops?
You think you're just gonna ram
right through them?
You don't want to take
another step, old man.
You think I'm afraid of a punk like you?
You know what we do for a living?
We walk into hell every day.
- Yeah? How about now?
- Herrmann!
There is no way that I'm gonna
let some kid with a...
Oh, damn it.
- What's happening?
- Damn it!
- No, I'm okay.
- What's he doing?
- Hey!
- No, I'm fine. It's okay. I'm just...
Oh!
- [groaning]
- He's having a heart attack.
We need to get him
to the hospital right now!
[groans]
If he dies on your watch,
that's murder of a public servant.
You will fry.
I ain't taking responsibility for this.
I ain't do anything to him!
Let him go and I'll get you out of here.
You want to bust out? I'll bust you out.
And we can armor the squad
with stabilizing plates
and we can "Mad-Max" our way out of here
if you're crazy enough to do it,
but you gotta let Herrmann go.
[groaning]
[siren wailing]
They're releasing a hostage.
- Who?
- Heart attack victim.
They didn't give a name.
We need to move this line back!
Let's move!
[dramatic music]
♪
Hey, man, Turk says
we busting out of here.
Wait, hold up, what?
Yeah, he said he got a plan. We gon' hop
on one of them fire trucks
and make a run for it.
- You're joking.
- Will you shut up?
Get him squared away so we can move him.
Hey. Hey, you can't take him with you.
He needs a doctor.
You move him, he's gonna die.
What'd you say?
Huh? Say it again.
- Say it again. What?
- Come on.
- Come on, we...
- Say it again!
We ain't got time
for that, man. Come on.
Oh, my God. That's Herrmann.
That's him! That's my boy!
Ma'am, we need you to stay back.
JB!
Herrmann? Herrmann, can you hear me?
That's it, that's it.
I'm okay. I'm okay, okay?
Where's the guy in charge?
What do you mean?
What do you mean who's the g...
No, no, No, no, I'm faking it. I just...
my heart is fine. I just needed
to get out of there.
Commander!
Holy hell, Herrmann. You scared us.
[sighs]
What's going on?
Listen, you need to get
in there right away.
These clowns, they got
some cockamamy plan
that they're gonna drive
their trucks right through here.
- You know where everyone is?
- Yeah.
Get me a pen and a paper
and I'll write down
the exact location of the hostages.
Good. Now, if we can just delay them.
I have an idea.
Would you be willing
to reach out to your son?
Yeah?
Easy, easy.
All right, so, he good to go?
Yeah, as good as he's gonna be.
All right, cool.
Hey.
Go check on your girl.
[tense music]
♪
Where she go?
No!
Where is she?
Where is she? She was right here!
Damn!
[speaking inaudibly]
Cruz, you don't have to do this.
Yeah, I do, Chief.
Be there. You bet. A'ight.
Okay, we set.
You sure this can work?
No. I think it's insane.
But a deal's a deal.
Jean Baptiste Williams.
I pray to God you can hear me.
This is not you.
You're not a thug.
I taught you to love.
You're a decent person,
a good son, a loving brother
who would walk his sister
to school every morning.
Come on, JB. They using
your moms to get in your head.
Read her bedtime stories
anytime I had to work a double shift.
Listen to her, JB.
She knows you better than anybody else.
She's trying to help you.
Man, they are playing
with your emotions, damn.
This is how they do.
I'm your mother!
You're kind.
You're smart.
And you know in your heart
that none of this violence
is gonna bring Tiana back.
This is not a game. Nobody died.
Not too late to change
this thing around.
You guys came in here for help.
We can make sure that they know that.
Yeah, right.
You think they gon' let you walk
'cause your Mama turned on
the waterworks?
Come on.
Or tell your friends
to talk to the police.
Don't leave me alone again.
I can't lose another child.
Go, run, talk to them.
Make sure you get some help to make sure
that nobody else gets hurt!
This isn't any of your
damn business, man!
- All right, all right.
- Huh?
All right, all right.
Both of you just chill the hell out!
I'm still here.
Just tell me what you need me to do.
Tell me what you need me to do!
[ominous music]
♪
We gotta load the truck.
Come on, Let's move.
Move, man, move!
Ma'am. I got it.
Thanks.
Let's go.
Copy that.
It was worth a try.
[dramatic music]
♪
[grunts]
[tense music]
♪
[grunts]
[grunts]
[grunts]
[grunts]
[groaning]
[grunts]
Whew!
- You okay?
- Yeah.
Let's go! Come on!
- Side door.
- Yeah.
Move.
- Freeze!
- Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Hey, hey. Hey, hey!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Drop your weapon now!
- Okay, okay.
Stay back, stay back,
and stand the hell down
- or I'ma kill this man.
- Turk.
Turk, man, what are
you doing, man? It's over.
Ain't nothing over.
Come on! Come on, come on.
Hey!
Hey! Where you going?
all: Get down! Get down!
Get down on the ground!
- [grunts]
- All the way, face down!
I'm telling you,
I will kill this son a bitch!
I ain't playing!
[dramatic music]
[dramatic music]
Everybody take a step back now!
You don't want to do this.
Everybody, take a deep breath.
Shut the hell up!
I am gonna get in this truck,
I'ma plow right through
all of you if I got to.
JB, get in the truck.
Turk, man, we're caught! It's done, man!
Y-you want to get somebody killed?
JB, open the truck
or I'ma kill your friend here!
JB, don't listen to him.
Shut the hell up!
You think this what
Tiana would've wanted?
You gonna listen to him
and die for nothing?
- The hell with this!
- [groans]
Okay! Look, I'll do it, I'll do it,
just... just don't shoot him.
- Get in the truck.
- Okay.
- Get in the truck!
- Okay.
- All right, Chief.
- It's okay.
- It's okay, don't shoot.
- Let's go.
Nobody wants to die today. Easy, easy.
All right. All right, everybody, easy.
Nobody wants to die today.
Calm down, Turk.
- All right. All right.
- Calm down.
- Okay. Okay!
- Come on, Chief.
[groans] Step up. Step up, Chief.
Come on, boss man, you got it.
- In the truck!
- Please, please.
Don't listen to him.
[dramatic music]
♪
Go! We need this clear!
Snipers, you have a green light
to take a shot.
- Hey, what's going on inside there?
- They have the chief.
They're gonna try to take a ride.
So what now? What's your grand plan.
I got peoples in East Chicago.
They're gonna take care of us.
That's a long way to go.
If we don't get there,
what happens to me?
Hey, come on, man!
Y'all gon' clear this way
or do I need to start counting down?
Ten!
Nine!
Eight!
Seven!
Six!
Five!
- [gunshot]
- [screams]
Let it go! Let it go!
- Shots fired! Shots fired!
- [people screaming]
Chase!
Right now! Let it go!
All right, all right! All right!
Let it go!
[dramatic music]
[gasping]
Come on, I got ya.
[coughs]
♪
Hey! Hey! I'm coming out willingly!
- Let me see your hands!
- I'm coming out willingly.
Behind your back, now.
Let's go.
♪
Chief?
I'm okay. Take care of him.
He caught a ricochet.
♪
Gunshot wound to the neck.
Judging from the blood loss,
it doesn't look like
it hit an artery.
♪
Airway's clear.
No strider.
Pulse is strong.
JB, can you hear me?
I need you to squeeze my hands.
♪
Nothing.
Think he's stroking out?
♪
The bullet's close
to the carotid artery.
It's cutting off circulation.
He's not gonna make it to a hospital.
[sobbing]
- Whoa, whoa, ma'am.
- My baby!
Let 'em work. Let 'em work.
[sobbing]
[wailing]
We need to pull it out.
- Dawson, no. We don't have the...
- The bullet's right there.
If we don't pull it out he's gonna die.
Give me some light.
[dramatic music]
♪
- Okay?
- [groans]
Okay, got it. Check him.
Pulse is strong.
- Let's get him ready to go.
- Yeah.
[grim music]
♪
- I want to come with you!
- Can't allow that, Ma'am.
Ms. Williams, I will make sure
you get a ride to the hospital.
[sobbing]
I'm really sorry for the loss
of your daughter,
and the world of trouble
that it has caused.
It's unimaginable.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
He's gonna live.
- [sobbing]
- Okay.
It's gonna be okay.
Gabby.
When I saw that gun go off,
I thought the worst.
I'm fine.
Better get going.
Yeah.
[sad music]
♪
[siren wailing]
♪
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