Chicago Fire (2012–…): Season 8, Episode 7 - Welcome to Crazytown - full transcript

- I had an investigator
on the scene within an hour.

He didn't clock anything
suspicious.

- I'm telling you,
something is off.

Look at this.

Pan with the rags,

and then the rags are what
really got the fire going.

- You may have missed your
calling being a detective.

- Ryan Pace, by the way.
Social services.

Isaac's gonna need
some support

settling into his new digs.

Think you wanna
come with me to visit?



- Yeah.
Yeah, I'd really like that.

[suspenseful music]

- Good morning, Slamigan fans.

- Oh, what's this?

- This is a shirt supporting
the best damn tool in the CFD.

- Invented by
our very own Joe Cruz.

- These are pretty sharp.

- Oh, Firefighting Expo
is this week.

- [clicks tongue]
- Yup, that's right.

And the Slamigan's
got its own booth

with a demo and everything.

- My buddy Nick Porter's
gonna run it.

- You guys, can you feel
the excitement?

Oh, hey, Brett,
heads up!



- Oh, uh, thank you.

Um, hey, so I just got
a message from Ryan,

the social worker
who helped us with

the county
youth detention facility.

- Oh yeah, Isaac's advocate.

- Yeah, um, he says that Isaac
is being released early.

Ryan's been visiting a lot,

and apparently he was
a model inmate.

I was gonna visit next week,
but he's already gonna be home.

- Well, that's really good
to hear.

- Yeah.

- Ryan's the guy you're dating,
right?

He seems really invested,

which makes a difference
in those situations.

- Yeah, I--
I wasn't dating Ryan.

We had a drink once at Molly's
to talk about Isaac.

- Hmm, either way, it's nice
to know there's someone

in the system advocating
for kids like that.

- Um, huh.

Why was I so defensive
about Ryan?

That's super weird.

- [chuckles]
Don't ask me, partner.

- So I bought
a scratch and win ticket.

One of those ones where
you match the exploding bombs

to the targets?

- Okay.
- I lost.

- Sorry to hear that.

- I never win those things.

I mean,
not even where the prize

is another
scratch off ticket.

- Severide, Van Meter called.

There's a new lieutenant
at OFI

he's sending over
to talk to you today.

- Uh, about the arson case?

- I assume so.
He didn't give any details.

- Engine 51, Truck 81,
Squad 3,

Ambulance 61,
Battalion 25.

Hostage situation...
- Go.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Casey, 51, hold tight.

- Copy that, Chief.

- You gotta leave
your rigs here.

Deputy Garwood doesn't
want to spook the guy.

- Garwood's in charge?
Where is he?

- Up there at Command Center.

- Thanks.

♪ ♪

Garwood.

- Hey, Chief.
- Hey.

- Welcome to Crazytown.
- Yeah, so what's the story?

- Oh, units responded
to a domestic dispute.

Male suspect went loco.

He's all jacked up
on something.

- He took a hostage?
- I'll do it!

I will do it, I swear!

I will kill her!

♪ ♪

- Chief?
- Yeah.

- What are we looking at?

- Domestic dispute
turned into a standoff.

One male suspect took
his ex-girlfriend hostage.

They're negotiating.

- You're not taking me!

♪ ♪

- We're gonna be here a while.

Just tell us where you need us.

- Stand by just in case
this nutbag tries

to burn down the building,

and have your medics take
a look at the victim's kids.

- Kids?

- This mom, she's a smart one.

She shooed 'em out
of the apartment

when things went south.

They're in the back
of the squad car.

- Casey.
- Yeah.

- And Hermann.
- Yeah.

- Pull 51 closer just in case
you got a lead out.

- All right, copy that.
- Wait, hold off on, uh,

moving the rig around.

This guy's real jumpy.

- Okay, belay that, Hermann.

- Okay.

- Who's this?

- Grace and Gabriel,
this is Sylvie and Emily.

- What about our Mom?

We can't see what's happening
from back here.

- Police are looking out
for them.

- And we're gonna look out
for you guys.

Are you hurt anywhere?

- We're fine.
Our mom's the one in trouble.

- Luis has a gun.

- Is Luis your mom's boyfriend
or...

- Ex-boyfriend.

She kicked him out
because he has problems,

but he won't leave her alone,

and now he's high
and he has a gun.

I wanna go back there.

♪ ♪

- Hey, Grace, um,

I'm really worried
about your little brother.

Can you help me keep him calm?

- How?

- Well, I bet he looks up
to you.

You think you could
an example for him?

Show him how strong
a big sister can be?

- Uh-huh.

♪ ♪

Don't worry, Gabe.
It's gonna be okay.

♪ ♪

- I can give you a rough idea

of the interior layout
of this unit.

- Yeah, that'd be great.
Better than going in blind.

- Chief, can we get some
ladders up here just in case?

- Yeah, do it.
- Okay.

Mouch, Gallo,
as quiet as you can,

I need a 20-footer
and a 12-foot

up to the front
of the building, stand by.

- Come on now, Luis.
You know I can't do that.

He wants us to fall
all the way back

to the end of the block.

Everyone.

- Well, tell him
to send out the woman,

we'll give him all
the space he needs.

- Hmm.
[click]

- Well, if I see
one cop face out there,

I--I will shoot her,
I swear to God!

- Uh, Luis,
I'm working on it.

You've got to give me
more time.

- Yeah, the hell I do!

Just get them all
out of here!

- Luis, you still with me?

- The window.

- Watch out!

Looks like he's done talking.

♪ ♪

- Luis, come back and talk.

Luis!

- [screams]
Please, don't!

- Shut up!
- Please!

- He only has one endgame,

and it's not
happily ever after.

- [screams]
Help!

- Go and get her,
whatever it takes.

Go.
- Go, go, go!

♪ ♪

- Garwood, is squad gonna use
any pyrotechnics up there?

Explosives,
flash bang grenades?

- Flash bangs, tear gas,
and nothing's off the table.

- Then we need
our fire engine hooked up

to that hydrant right now.

- Absolutely, do it.

- Doherty,
pull that rig forward.

We're gonna tie it
to this hydrant.

♪ ♪

- Go with the tear gas.

♪ ♪

- Hey, can we get
the squad car moved?

- I'm a little busy.
Or didn't you notice?

We got a hostage situation.

- Uh, yeah, no kidding,
but I'm under orders

to get my engine connected
to that hydrant.

- Yeah, that sounds like
your problem, not mine.

♪ ♪

- Oh!
The hell are you doing, huh?

♪ ♪

That's CPD property and you
don't look like a cop to me!

- All right,
get out of the way, sir.

- Get your hands off me!
Get your hands off me!

- You okay, Lieutenant?

- Yeah, I'm good, buddy.

All right, come on.
Let's get ready to work, guys.

♪ ♪

- We're in place.
Say the word.

- Tear gas is working.
Move in.

- I don't think
that's tear gas.

[gunshots]

- Fall back!
Fall back!

- What the hell is happening?

- Suspect fired at us
through the door.

He is not incapacitated.

- That's not tear gas.
That's smoke!

- If he smothered the shell
with blankets or towels,

they could've ignited.

- All right,
we've got a fire in there.

Hermann,
get that water canon ready.

♪ ♪

- [screams]
No, please! Don't!

- If he doesn't kill her,
the smoke will.

- Help!
Help!

- She's alone.
She got away from him.

Can we pull her out?
- We can try.

- Help!
- Casey?

- Mouch, Gallo,
get that ladder in place.

- Help!

Help me, please!

[coughs]

♪ ♪

- Mouch!
Gallo!

Take cover.

- Hey!
- Move, now!

[gunshots]
- Come on!

♪ ♪

- I will shoot her
if you try that again!

- If my men can keep Luis
distracted at the door,

can your guys try again?

- Hey, Chief, we can
rope down from the roof

and pull her out that way.

- Okay, get ready.

♪ ♪

- We're still at the door,
but he's not responding.

[tense music]

- Good to go!

♪ ♪

- Don't get shot.

♪ ♪

- Luis, talk to me.

- You're pushing me!
Don't push me!

- You're clear.

♪ ♪

- You come through that door,
I'll kill you!

I'll kill everyone!
I don't care!

You hear me?
You hear me?

- Be reasonable, Luis!

- Don't tell me
to be reasonable.

It was all good
until you showed up.

Everything was under control.

I just want everything
under control again.

- [whimpering]

- Okay, okay.
I got you.

I got her.

- We want everyone to walk
away from this.

- Come on.
Come on.

- Luis?

- Hey!
- You still there?

We want to help you.

- I don't have the shot.

- Luis?
- Leah, where'd you go, baby?

- Luis, come back
and talk to me.

- Leah?
Don't you hide from me!

- Luis...
- Okay, pull us up.

- Leah?

♪ ♪

- What's going on
in there, Luis?

Don't do anything
you're gonna regret.

- [whimpers]
- Luis.

Luis!

♪ ♪

- No, no!

- Let's go!

- He's down!
Get in there!

Go, go, go!

♪ ♪

- Down, stay down!

- We got him!
Repeat, we got him!

[triumphant music]

- Ritter, Kloke,
grab your hose, shoot, and go!

♪ ♪

- I got you.
All right.

Step over here.

- Here you go.
You good?

♪ ♪

- [pants]

♪ ♪

- We're at the ambo.

- Mom!
- My babies!

- Mom...

♪ ♪

- Hey.

- Hey!
- How's the mom?

- Um, shaken but okay.

A couple of minor cuts
and bruises.

- You were great
with those kids,

the way you coached
the older sister.

- Well, you brought their mom
back to them safe and sound.

It's all they wanted.

- Sylvie!

- Ryan?

Uh...

- Great to see you.
- Yeah.

- I figured I'd give you
the Isaac update in person.

Just came from the hearing.

He's going home
to his mother tomorrow.

- Huh.

Uh, last I saw her, she'd
pretty much given up on him.

- Thing have changed
on that front.

After you guys exposed
the abuse at the facility,

she started visiting regularly.

She got a lot more involved
in his life.

- I'm really glad to hear that.

- Can I take you out
for lunch tomorrow

as a thanks for all you did
for Isaac and the other kids?

- Oh, no, you don't have
to do that.

- No, I want to.

- Um, sure.
Okay.

- Great.

I'll, uh--I'll text you
the details later.

[knock on door]

- Yeah?
- Lieutenant Severide?

- Yeah.

- Hi, I'm Lieutenant
Wendy Seager from OFI.

- Good to meet you.
- Same here.

Captain Van Meter told me
about your work

on the South Bell arson.

It was pretty impressive.

- Team effort.

- Well, I did a little digging.

Found out you've done lots
of great work on arson cases,

just like your dad did.

- How can I help you,
Lieutenant?

- Well, I'm new to OFI,

but the main reason
they brought me on

was to help clear up
a backlog of cases.

I told Van Meter that with
the right team, I could do it.

I'd love for you to come work
with us, Severide.

- [chuckles]

I appreciate the offer,
but I'm happy where I am.

- Yeah,
I thought you might say that.

But maybe take a little more
than half a second

to think about it?

I mean,
this would just be a detail.

Doesn't have to last forever.

And you know
how challenging and fun

fire investigations can be.

- I respect the work
that OFI does, I do.

But for me,
the Squad is home.

This morning we rappelled down
a side of a building

to rescue a hostage.

It's gonna be hard to beat.

- Okay, well,
thanks for hearing me out.

- Mm-hmm.

- Your expression,
when I introduced myself,

I've--I've seen it a lot
in the CFD.

I mean, people are always
surprised by how young I am

to have this rank.

But there's a reason
I made lieutenant

by the time I was 28.

I don't give up easily.

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

- It's not a date, right?

Drinks or dinner is a date.

But lunch, that's daytime,
which means it's professional.

- I need carrots to win,

but I keep getting these
little green things.

What are those, apples?
- That's broccoli, girl.

- Does anybody care
about my crisis?

- I'm sorry, I do.

But it's just that the guy
at the deli said that

this is the game that people
seem to win the most.

If it's just the two of you,
it's a date.

- Ugh, really?
- I don't know.

Lunch doesn't really say
romance to me,

and it definitely
doesn't say sex.

- I'm gonna have to disagree
with you there.

- What is so wrong
with a date anyway?

- I just got out
of an engagement.

I'm not ready
to start dating again.

- That was months ago.
Ancient history.

- Yeah, it's time for you
to get back out there,

and Ryan is pretty cute.

- Yeah.
- For a do-gooder.

- No, I'm gonna cancel.
- Damn it.

- Sorry, it's just--

- No, it's not you.

Uh, I just scratched
my last box and it's a tomato.

So lost again.

♪ ♪

- The only way you'll know
for sure is to go.

- [sighs]

I guess so.

- You'll be okay.
[both chuckle]

- Hey, Hermann.

- Oh, hey, Chief.
What's up?

- Did you get into
some kind of scuffle

with an Officer Hartle
on the scene of the standoff?

- [sighs]
Uh, scuffle?

I--that is not how
I would describe it.

- So how would you describe it?

- I don't know.

More like, um, a tussle?

- Hermann.

- The bonehead would not
make way for the engine.

He could've cost us the save.

It was--it's not a big deal.

No harm, no foul.

- Well, Hartle's account
differs from yours somewhat.

He says you laid hands on him.

Now he's filing a complaint
with the CFD,

accusing you
of assaulting an officer.

[suspenseful music]

- Hey.
- Hey, Burgess.

Thanks for coming.
- Of course.

What can I do for you boys?

- Listen,
one of your brothers in blue,

he's been jamming me up
pretty good.

Boden suggested that
we reach out to you guys

and ask for a little help.

- Sure.

- Trudy said you might know
this cop, Officer Hartle?

- Bob Hartle?

Sure, I've had
the distinct pleasure.

What's he doing to you boys?

- Well, he and I,
we mixed it up at that standoff

in West Town this morning,

and now he's accusing me
of assault,

which is a bunch of crapola
and he knows it.

- Yeah, Hartle's a beefer.

He's the kind of cop
who's always filing grievances

against other cops,

blaming everybody else
for his own problems.

- Well, you think you might be
able to talk some sense

into him for me?

- Is it not obvious by my tone

I've had my own run-ins
with the guy?

No, Hermann.

There's no talking sense
into Hartle.

What you can do, maybe,

is appeal to his sense
of victimhood.

- How?
- Do a mea culpa.

Say you made a huge mistake
and that you're really sorry.

You know,
extend an olive branch.

- Or maybe Voight could wrap
him in duct tape

and lock him in a car trunk
until he changes his tune.

- Olive branch.

Good luck.

- Thanks, Burgess.
- Yeah.

- She didn't do anything!

- [mouthing words]

- You were looking for me,
Chief?

- Yes, I was.

I was hoping you could explain
this transfer slip

that I received
a few minutes ago.

- [chuckles]

This is a mistake.

- So you're not moving to OFI?

- Of course not,

and I made that clear
to Lieutenant Seager.

- Not clear enough, apparently.

- I have no interest
in changing departments, Chief.

Zero.

I'll go see her
right after shift.

I'll clear everything up.

- That's a really good idea.

♪ ♪

- I got his voicemail.

♪ ♪

Hi, yeah, it's, uh,
Lieutenant Christopher Hermann

from Engine 51.

Listen, Hartle, uh,
I think things maybe

got a little out of control
yesterday,

and I want to apologize
for my part.

So why don't you come by
my bar, Molly's,

on West Wolcott, and we can
hash out this whole, you know,

assault business,
you know, over a beer.

- [mouthing words]
- My treat.

So, um, uh, I'll have a cold
one waiting for you, okay?

Uh, take care!

Jerk.

- Hey, this is gonna work.
I know it.

- Uh, you know what?

I feel filthy!

- Oh, hey, Hermann,

you're still on board
for the expo load-in, right?

Great.

Now who's gonna help us
with the Slamigan booth?

- Ask Gallo.
He's up for anything.

- I'm in.

What are we doing?

- Attaboy!

Okay, uh, 11-05.

06 and 07.

Then 08.

Where's 11-09?

- Over here.

- Hey, hey!
Nick!

- [chuckles]
Mouch, you old dog!

- How you doing, buddy?

- Mick, Mick, what is this?
This isn't even a booth.

- Well, sure it is.
Best one we can afford anyway.

- Well, how the hell is anybody
supposed to see us back here?

- Are you kidding me?

Cruz, look, you're right by
the bathrooms.

I mean, think of all
the foot traffic.

- See?

Now here's a kid with
a future in sales, huh?

Nick Porter.
I'm the Slamigan rep.

- Blake Gallo.
I work at 51 with Cruz.

- Where's the practice door?

- Oh, yeah.
Uh, that's stuck in traffic.

- Oh!

- The freight company
has promised me

it'll be here before
the expo opens.

Relax, Joe.
Everything's under control.

- I'm sorry to bite
your head off, Nick.

I just...

I got a lot riding on this.

- Joe...
Listen to me.

The Slamigan is
an outstanding product.

You could bury it in the woods

and people would still
find out about it.

You're gonna do great.

- What is that?

- This is
for the Halli-Hammer booth.

- The what?

♪ ♪

- Uh-oh.

- They ripped me off.

They ripped me off!

♪ ♪

- This is my favorite
secret spot in the city.

It's never too crowded,
great ambience.

- Yes, it's really nice.

The lighting is so moody,
you'd never know it's daytime.

- I got this.

- Are you sure?
We could split it.

- Mm-mmm, I insist.

I'm the one who invited you.

- [chuckles]

Thank you again for lunch,
Ryan.

I mean, you didn't have
to thank me for helping Isaac.

I--I love what I do
for a living.

- I could tell.
It's a great quality.

- Well, I better be going,
so...

Ooh, that's...
[chuckles]

- Did--did I misread things?
I'm--I'm sorry.

- No, I'm sorry.

I--I just got out
of a relationship,

so I'm not ready
to jump back in.

I should've put that
out there right away.

- I get it.

- I just thought this
was friendly, you know?

It being daytime.
- [chuckles] Okay.

- Thank you again, Ryan.
You're awesome.

- So are you, Sylvie.
- [chuckles]

[somber music]

♪ ♪

[phone rings]

- It's a little far apart...

- Captain?
- Hey, Severide.

- There's been
some kind of mistake.

Your new recruit came to see me

about putting in
for a detail to OFI?

- Uh, yeah, I heard.

- I explained
that's not gonna happen.

I'm happy where I am.

- There's no mistake,
Severide.

- You can't transfer me
without my approval.

You don't have that
kind of authority,

and neither do you.

- No, we don't,

but the transfer
didn't come from us.

It came from
Commissioner Grissom.

[suspenseful music]

- [sighs]

Hey, Officer Hartle.

Hey.

Aww, come on.
Wait up.

Look, I--I am sorry
to ambush you at work.

I tried give you a call.
Did you get my message?

- Yeah, I got it.

- Okay, well, I was hoping
that you'd stop by Molly's.

Okay, um, anyway,

look, uh, this whole thing
at the standoff, uh,

you know,
tensions were running high,

and, um, you know, you had an
armed head case to worry about.

And me, I had a fire
I had to get under control.

And I guess we stepped on
each other's toes, you know?

A little bit.

Listen, hey, the point is we're
on the same side,

and I lost sight of that
for a minute,

and I see that now.

And want you to know that
I'm really sorry, okay?

Um, this is a nice IPA
we're serving,

and it gets a lot of love
from the beer snobs.

So...

Hartle, come on.

The complaint that you filed,

do you have any idea
the kind of headache

you're making for me?

Listen, this is gonna be
a blot on my record.

Even if I beat the rap,

which I will because you know
this is a bunch of baloney.

- Hey, you laid hands on me,
you misappropriated my vehicle,

and then you got physical.

That's not baloney,
that's a fact.

♪ ♪

- Beefer!

- How did Grissom get involved?

- I did some recon
on Lieutenant Seager.

Turns out she came up
under Grissom.

She was his second-in-command
at 36.

- If Grissom thinks he can
treat me like some pawn,

toss me wherever he wants--

- Look, I don't like it either,
but we need a smart approach.

- Any thoughts?

- Well, if the Commissioner
made the request,

there is only one course
of action--

that is to talk to him and get
him to change his mind.

Which I'm more
than happy to try,

but the truth is there is
only one person at 51

who has that kind of sway
with Grissom.

That's you.

- Hell yeah,
I'll talk to Grissom.

- You cannot go in there hot.

- He should've came
to me himself.

It's like he's looking
for a fight.

- Look, whether we liked
the way he handled it or not

is irrelevant.

This is high praise from
the commissioner.

Just remember that
when you talk to him.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- Can they actually
make him do it

even if he doesn't want to?

- I don't know,

but he's talking to Chief
right now.

- Oh, it was a date.

- Knew it.
- Here's your reward.

- For me?
- Mm-hmm.

Super simple,
just scratch the boxes,

and if there's a prize
underneath, you win.

- Did you have fun
on your lunch at least?

- I lost.

I'm luckless.

- Um, it was fine.

I mean, he's--he's a sweet guy.

And maybe I should
be getting out again,

but with everything
I've been through,

I don't want just a sweet guy,
you know?

I want the one.

Like what--
what you have with...

- Oh, he does not look happy.

Upshot?

- I need to talk to Grissom,
change his mind.

- If anybody can handle
that assignment, it is you.

- [chuckles]
I just won $50!

Check it out!

- Hey, Severide, uh, are we
gonna gas the Squad?

- At some point, why?

- I was thinking we could
swing by McCormick Place.

Be nice to pop by the expo

and make sure my business
isn't cratering.

- Sure, why not?

- Excuse me, folks.
Thank you.

- Where's your booth?

- It's, uh...

[sighs]

Nick, what are you doing?
- Oh, hey Joe.

Hey, have you seen
the stitching

on this bunker gear?

- Who's watching the booth,
Nick?

- Oh, it's fine.

We're only getting one
or two visitors an hour,

and, well, they're
usually looking for

the men's room anyway.

- You're supposed to be
demonstrating the Slamigan.

- Yeah, and as soon as the
practice door shows up, I will.

- The door still isn't here?

- Hey, Cruz, you seen this?

- You still got
your sledgehammer.

You still got
your halligan tool.

But a new age is dawning...

- Yeah,
it's a counterfeit.

- This, ladies and gentlemen,
is the Halli-Hammer,

a revolutionary new addition
to your firefighting arsenal.

- Hey, you stole
my patented design.

- The Halli-Hammer is
entirely different

from other hybrid forcible
entry tools.

For example, it features
an ergonomic, non-slip grip,

and it's made from
a lightweight alloy

developed for Formula 1 racing.

- It is very light.

♪ ♪

- I sent you people
a cease and desist letter.

This is patent theft!
You can't do this!

- Cruz, Capp,
you said five minutes.

Let's go!

- Would you like to
take a brochure?

- Come on.
- No, no!

You can't do this, all right?
This is not right!

It's not right!
[crowd muttering]

♪ ♪

- Well, the bad guys win again.

- What happened?

- I just got off with HQ,

and they will not dismiss
the cop's complaint.

In fact, they escalated it

to conduct unbecoming
an officer.

- What do they have in mind,
a suspension?

- Oh, I wish.

Uh, they say I stand to lose
command of Engine 51.

- What?
- No way.

- So, um, they can stick me
at a desk someplace

pushing papers until I retire.

[suspenseful music]

I gotta talk to Chief.

♪ ♪

[TV chatter]

- Did you take the remote?

- In your experience,
this conduct unbecoming thing,

how serious is it?

- It can be pretty serious.

Guys have lost their jobs
over it.

- This isn't fair to Hermann.

I've learned a ton
working under him.

- And he's one
of the good ones.

I mean, he could've ridden out
his career

in the rank and file,
like most of us,

but he--he put it all on
the line to become an officer.

I hope to hell he doesn't lose
his command

because of
some power-hungry cop

with a chip on his shoulder.

[alarm blares]

- Truck 81.
Vehicular accident.

Steve Chikerotis Golf Course.

- Ah, there it is.

My apologizes.
Here you go.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

[siren wails]

[suspenseful music]

- Here, over here.

Yeah, I was driving the cart
and zipping around this bunker

and I guess I took
the turn too fast.

Because next thing I know,
we're rolling ass-over-elbow,

and the whole thing lands
square on top of Todd.

- Sir, how are you feeling?
- I'd love to get this off me.

- We went to flip it back over,

but he started screaming about
something digging in his sides.

So we called in the pros.

- All right, Mouch, Gallo,
get these clubs out of the way.

Kidd, can you assess him?
- Yeah.

Hi, I'm Stella.
Firefighter paramedic.

I am just gonna take a look
and see--oh!

Captain,
we need an ambulance, stat.

♪ ♪

- 81 to Main, can we roll
an ambulance to our location?

We've got an impalement.

- Oh, Jesus!

- Mouch, Gallo,
get the sawzall,

some cribbing,
and the ram.

And a backboard.
- Copy!

- Whoa, what's happening?

- He's been pierced between the
ribs with a broken golf club.

- And the other end's
caught in the basket,

so that's why it hurt
when you moved the cart.

- Oh, God!

Todd, buddy, are you okay?

- I--I think so.

- Oh, I've read about this.

If you try to remove it,
he could bleed out and die.

- We're not gonna remove it.
They do that at the hospital.

- Uh, Todd, I am so sorry.

I shouldn't have been driving
so fast!

- Can you let us work?

- Maybe I should get his wife
on the line, you know?

Uh, just in case.

Todd, I'm gonna get Elaine
on the speaker phone

so that you could talk to her.

- Why the hell
would I wanna do that?

- Hey, come here.

Listen to me, your friend
is gonna be okay,

but I need you to help me
keep him calm.

It's very important.
- Yeah.

Yeah, okay, how do I do that?

- Just set an example for him.

Stay tough.

- [sighs]
Okay.

You're gonna be okay, Todd.
- Oh, will you shut up, Derek!

[groans]

♪ ♪

- You'll be out in no time.

♪ ♪

[machine whirrs]

All right.

[machine whirrs, yelling]

[snap]

- Good?

Mouch, raise it up
a couple of inches.

- Stand by.

[siren wails, machine whirrs]

- He's free.

- Watch your under.
- [sighs]

♪ ♪

- One, two...

- [groans]

- You good?
- Yup.

- All right, great job.

- [groans]
Let's get him to the medics.

- Can I, uh, go with him
in the ambulance?

- Uh, it'd be better
if you drive separately.

- Okay.

- [sighs]

Mouch, I'm freaking out.

I need to have people
come to this expo

to pretend to be interested
in the Slamigan,

but this house
is crazy right now.

And with everything

that Hermann and Severide
are going through,

I just--I don't wanna bother
anyone with all this.

So please, please just tell me
you're gonna be there.

- I'm going to be there.

- [sighs]
Thank you.

- Oh, uh, after I sign
for some deliveries at Molly's,

then I'll be there.
- Wait.

- For sure.
For sure.

- [sighs]

- Not looking forward
to facing the firing squad

at that hearing next week.

Just blindfold me and give me
a cigarette already.

- Yeah, I'm sorry you have
to go through that, man.

It's not right.
- Yeah.

The cop's a jerk,
but me and my stupid temper.

It's just a matter of time
before it got me in trouble.

But, uh, I've been thinking.

You know, maybe losing my
command isn't the worst thing

because maybe I wasn't
cut out to be a lieutenant

in the first place.

- Hey, Hermann.

[sighs]

Leadership is big decisions
in tough moments.

If it wasn't for that move

that you pulled with
the cannon,

me, Casey, and that hostage
might all be dead.

You're right where you
should be, Lieutenant.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- The Halli-Hammer
is a next generation

firefighting tool,

an entirely new solution to
your forcible entry problems.

- Not entirely new.

- No longer will you need
two pairs of hands

to place
and set a Halligan tool.

Now one firefighter
can do both jobs.

- Yeah, because the Slamigan
already solved that problem!

- Sir, please don't make me
call security.

You know what?
Enough talk.

Who wants to see
the Halli-Hammer in action?

- I'd like to see the original.
The Slamigan.

- All right, here we go.

First, place the wedge between
the door and the jamb.

- You might want to get a real
firefighter for that job.

[crowd mutters]

- Uh, next, pull back
on the hammer attachment and...

[coughing]

Technical difficulties.

- That's why the Slamigan
uses drop-forged steel.

- Uh, Ron, could I get
another demo model?

- Here comes the Slamigan!

[cheering]

[crack]

[cheering]

The Slamigan!

Accept no substitutes!

Now taking orders
in booth 11-09!

Right by the men's washroom!

Follow me!

[cheers]

- Make yourself comfortable.

The Commissioner is just coming
up now from a news conference.

- Thanks.

- Kelly.
- Grizz.

- I was wondering
when you'd stop by

and visit me in my gilded cage.

Can I get you a cup of coffee?

- Come on,
you know why I'm here.

Detailing me to OFI?

You think I'd take that
just lying down?

- OFI is a respectable
career path, Kelly.

Hell, it was good enough
for your dad.

- You know how I feel about you
trying to help my career along.

- There's the misunderstanding.
You think this is about you.

I look after the entire
department now.

My Office of Fire Investigation
is understaffed,

and you have demonstrated
a real talent

for reading a fireground
and sniffing out arsonists.

- I have other talents too.

- Sit down.

♪ ♪

You want to be master
of your own fate, I get it.

When I was a candidate, I had
my whole career mapped out.

Get assigned to a busy house,

distinguish myself in the line
of duty.

And then I got transferred
to the "Victor Schlaeger,"

a fireboat on Lake Michigan
in January.

Eight of us,
freezing our asses off,

crammed onto that floating
coffin for 24 hours a pop.

I made one save in 18 months,

and thank God I was there
to make it.

That assignment might not
have been in my plans,

but it put me on the path
that brought me here.

And I'm thankful for it.

[sighs]

Public service isn't about

doing what you want to do,
Kelly.

It's about sacrifice.

It's about doing
what others need you to do.

Right now, OFI needs help,

and you are uniquely qualified
to provide it.

♪ ♪

Go help them clear
their backlogged cases,

and then you can decide whether
you want to return to 51.

♪ ♪

- Okay.

But first, I need you
to do something for me.

- All right, we got ten units
for Des Moines Fire & Rescue,

six units for
the Lansing Fire Department,

and two units for
Poplar Bluff, Missouri.

Station 1.

- How'd you do?

- Tell 'em, Joe.

- Well, it's not gonna cover

a destination wedding
to Bora Bora,

but I'm ahead.

Way ahead!

- Hey!
Cheers.

[glasses clink]

- Next drink is on me.
What's your pleasure?

- Oh, uh, really?
- Mm-hmm.

- I will take a glass
of the good rosé

that still hides
behind the bar.

- Ooh.

- What did I do
to deserve this?

- I used your trick with the
big sister on a golfer today.

- Oh, well,
I'm glad it worked out.

- Like a charm.

So how's everything with
the, uh, not-boyfriend?

- Don't--don't be mean.

Especially when it's pretty
obvious I mess up everything

I touch when it comes
to romance.

- Oh, come on.

Sure, you've had some
ups and downs lately,

but who hasn't?

My money is on you finding
exactly what you want

because that's
what you deserve.

[indistinct muttering]

- The same plan.
- No, no...

What's up, Hermann?

- You okay?

- Yeah, I just got
the weirdest call

from my union rep,

and the CFD brass has decided

not to move forward with my
conduct of unbecoming charges.

- You're kidding.

- Yeah, no hearing,
and I get to keep my command.

- Yo, this is the best news
I've heard in a long time.

- Whoa, wait.
How did that happen?

- I have no idea.

- You are a good man,
Kelly Severide.

You look out for people.

But I am really going to miss
seeing you at 51 every shift.

[sighs]

- I'll make up for it
in other ways.

I promise.

- Hmm.

You really okay going to OFI?

- As long as I get
to come home to you,

I'm okay wherever I go.

- I am without a doubt
the luckiest girl in the world.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]