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- Mackey... You want a beer?

I don't wanna take any more

of your hanging out, looking hot in sweats time.

I get the feeling you do.

- That paramedic, Brett-- she seeing anyone?

- You need to take those to your friends?

Nah, they can wait.

- Would it be possible to put off

taking the lieutenant's test until next year?

Waiting is a gamble.

- You don't need my help. You have to know that.

- I needed you to tell me "You got this, Stella Kidd,"

and, instead, you shut down on me.

- I know how badly I screwed up,

and it's why...

I'm never gonna let you go away from me again.

- We should get away. Just us.

- You got somewhere in mind that doesn't involve

airports or crowds?

What about the cabin?

- So icy roads, snow-covered driveway,

subzero temperatures, and the two of us?

Sounds hot.

- That's exactly what I was thinking.

Chief, you got a second?

- Yeah. Of course.

About the lieutenant's exam.

I know I asked you to reschedule it, and--

- I never took your name off the list.

You didn't?

- I just hope that you haven't fallen behind in your studies.

No, sir.

No, I did not.

Gentlemen.

Ritter.

Hey. Incoming.

What is the occasion?

Wait, is this-- - Chloe's pregnant.

Aww!

Papa Cruz!

- Congrats, Joe. - Thank you, Lieutenant.

- Oh. You did not skimp.

- Herrmann! Cruz is having a baby.

Aw, is that so?

Well, do I get a cigar, or what?

- Oh, you, my friend? - Mm-hmm.

- You get two? - Hey.

- Thank you for keeping this secret.

It wasn't easy.

You know how much I like to run my mouth.

- Hey. We should...

sneak out sometime.

Give these a try.

- I'd sneak off with you anytime.

Oh, I know.

Station 51, structure fire.

West Armitage and North Leavitt.

- Congratulations. - Way to go, Cruz.

- Kidd, Mouch, don't let anyone back into that alley.

Herrmann, get a line in there! - You got it, Captain!

51, lead out!

- Gallo, you're with me. Let's clear it out!

- We'll take the left side! You take the right!

Capp, Cruz's with me. Search every tent.

Copy that, Lieutenant.

- Oh! - Oh, hey.

- Come on, come on. - Get up.

I got you, come on.

Get these people back.

- Hey, come on, let's go. - No!

I'm not going! - Come on, let's go.

- I need to get my stuff! - Leave it!

Let's go. Come on.

- Hey, keep feeding this line, Ritter.

- On it! - Move! Move!

- Hey! Hey! Hey, stop! Stop!

- Everything I own is in my tent!

- Yeah, you can't go in there--

- But I gotta get my book! - Yeah, it isn't safe, hey.

- I got her, Ritter. Hey, come on, come on.

Come on.

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- Cruz! Cruz!

- Everybody, report! - Cruz is down, Cruz is down!

Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm okay.

I'm okay.

Aw, damn.

- Whoa, you almost got Ned Stark-ed.

- Hey, Capp, talk to me! - He's okay.

I'm bringing him out now.

Copy that.

- This camp is a hazard. I've been saying it.

Hey, can we help at all?

- You can stand back and let us work.

- Irene, where's Big Jim? He's not out here!

- Last I saw, he was going back to get Ricky's wheelchair.

Where was he headed?

- Ricky's tent is the last one on the right.

- Hey, Casey, we got one male victim unaccounted for!

Check the last tent on the right!

Copy that!

Almost there.

Help!

Help-- Help!

Casey.

- Hey, let's get him up. One, two--

Gotcha.

- How bad is it? - Don't worry, Joe.

I'm sure Chloe didn't marry you for your looks.

- Ha, ha. - Hey.

You scared me out there. - Yeah, me too.

I'd like to be around to see my child come into the world.

Mackey!

- Let's get him on the stretcher.

- Pulse is weak. Let's start an IV.

Yeah.

How'd you know I needed help?

- Heard the name "Big Jim" and took a wild guess.

Big Jim?

I know him.

Called in an OD once

when no one else wanted to get involved.

He saved the guy's life. - I'm not surprised.

He was risking his neck trying to get

that wheelchair for a friend.

All clear, Cap.

Yeah...

51, wash it down!

- All right. Let's go!

- Let's go! Move in, move in!

Let's get him to Med.

- Hey, Brett. Someone here to see you.

Hey, Sylvie.

- Grainger. What brings you by?

I thought the donut wars were over.

- So they say. Yeah.

I'm actually just looking for some bag valve masks.

Our ambo's out. You have any extras?

- Yeah, sure. Give me a sec.

That is so sweet of you,

running errands for your paramedics.

There are not many engine officers that would do that.

- Yeah, well, I'm a team player.

Mm-hmm.

- Here you go. - Great, uh...

Uh, maybe I could thank you

with a drink at Molly's sometime.

- Yeah, actually I'm headed there after shift.

- Then, I will see you then. - Okay.

That boy has got it bad!

- What? - Oh, come on.

A lieutenant picking up bag valve masks?

Uh-uh. He was here to see you.

You think so?

Pretty close call, huh?

Yeah, not my first.

Yeah, but I mean...

one inch lower would've hit your carotid artery

and you probably would've bled out

before we even got you to the medics.

- Yeah, thanks for the happy thought.

- I'm just saying, I'm glad you're okay.

Capp said that hunk of shrapnel's big enough

to take your head off. - Yeah.

Capp needs to keep his mouth shut.

- Hey. - Hey.

- I remember you. - Yeah.

I'm the genius who thought it was a good idea

to run straight into an inferno.

Yeah.

- Sorry I gave you a hard time. - No, no.

That's okay. I get it.

I'm Darren, by the way. - Vanessa.

I had a copy of "The Secret Garden" in my tent.

My grandmother gave it to me.

I'm sorry.

You have anywhere to go? - I'll be fine.

It's not the first time I'm starting over.

I don't want to start any trouble or anything, but...

have you figured out how the fire started?

Uh...hey.

The homeless encampment fire.

Do we have a cause yet?

- Well, in camps like that, it's pretty common.

Temporary structures that aren't exactly built to code.

- Add heaters and camp stoves into the mix--

No, but that's the thing.

Big Jim had a lot of rules about what kind of stoves

and things are allowed. He's really, really cautious.

Big Jim ran the place?

- He's our camp dad. He looks after all of us.

- It seems like someone didn't follow his rules because--

- No, we all did. Otherwise, you're out.

There was this guy, Dixon.

He lit a fire in a trash can a couple weeks ago.

Jim booted him, and Dixon did not take it well.

Screaming, throwing stuff.

I don't think it was any camp stove that started that fire.

You think Dixon came back?