Chicago Fire

Get Crowd Control before they kill that man.

- All right, everybody back now! - We're not going anywhere.

Back up, or I'll knock you on your ass.

Previously on Chicago Fire...

- Do you talk to your sister? - It's still hard for her.

Look, I need to turn the page on this too.

Maybe you should've thought of that before you killed dad.

Nothing excuses what she did.

I'm not asking you to forget.

Would you think about coming out to visit me?

Yes, I will come visit you when I can.

Flaco's dead.

Help me! Please!

We take this to the grave... just me and you.

Um... I need help.

I'm so damn proud of you, Kelly.

Listen, uh, the Christmas party...

there's some stuff I'm dealing with... stuff I got to figure out.

I hope it works out, whatever it is.

Good morning.

Morning. Wow. What time is it?

7:00.

Ooh, what do we got going here?

Uh, just a little veggie scramble.

Wow.

There's the culprit.

Did we kill this whole thing last night?

Yeah. Yeah, we did.

Wine... I don't know why I do it.

Ugh. Every time.

Every... every time what?

I just get... drunk.

You don't have to worry.

I'm not gonna tell anybody at work.

Um, it's not like I'm gonna be embarrassed...

Hey, don't explain. We're on the same page.

This is our thing... nobody else's.

Enjoy your eggs, and I'll see you at work, okay?

Okay.

Hey, Peter.

Hey. Yeah, I know, Chief.

It's just that the classified ad,

it runs today, and...

I just need to make back what I put into her.

And I need my driveway.

Okay, yeah. I'll finish up on the curb.

It's so damn cold. It just needs a little extra.

Could be worse.

How?

Just a little fender bender, that's all.

No big deal.

Aw.

- How's the noodle? - Hard as ever.

- That's... - That's what he said.

Just a little something from us.

Oh, my... you guys.

Oh. Ha ha!

Added protection.

Oh, I love it.

- Welcome back. - Thanks, Chief.

Thanks, guys.

I'm gonna tell him...

today.

Great.

- Hey. - Morning.

Truck 81, squad 3, ambulance 61, police assist,

4000 South Kildare and West 44th.

Abandoned truck.

And there's something funky inside.

It's padlocked shut.

Capp, grab the k-12.

Got it.

- Texas? - Yeah.

Came back stolen from a minivan in...

San Angelo. Wherever the hell that is.

Everyone quiet.

Someone in there? Call out.

I didn't hear that before.

Holy hell.

We have multiple victims...

women, men,

maybe 15 of them.

They all look D.O.A., but we need to check vitals.

Damn it.

There are children.

Hey, Dawson!

I know this is scary, but if you come with me,

we can help you.

Me llamo Gabriela.

Rosa.

Toma.

Dehydrated, borderline hypothermic.

Warmed her with blankets, hot packs,

and 200cc bolus of warm fluids.

No English. Undocumented?

Yeah, found her in the back of an abandoned smuggler's truck.

- How old? - 16.

Let's make sure three is clear.

Prep warm saline, and heat up some blankets.

And someone alert I.C.E.

Wait, do we have to call immigration right away?

- She's been through enough. - Protocol.

No! No, no, no, no!

Can... can we have a quick moment?

Quickly.

No.

- Okay? - Okay.

Okay.

You need something?

Nah, I'm all good.

Hey, no one's heard from Cruz, huh?

Shouldn't you be at work?

I traded shifts.

I registered for class today over at Truman.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'll show it to you another time.

- Hey. - Hey.

How'd it go?

With...

Boden.

Yeah, n... no...

- 'cause here's the deal. - Yeah.

On the last call, I ripped off that lock

like it was bolted on with paper clips.

No pain, nothin'.

I moved back in because you said you talked to Boden.

- What's going on? - Um...

Have you heard from that Rick character?

- No. - Who's he?

This lawyer who's working with mom.

He asked me about mom's trial

and specifically about the house key.

Well, what? What about it?

I don't know where he was going with it

because I told him that was...

your business and to talk to you about it.

I'm just giving you the heads-up that this guy

might be trying to contact you,

and it might be about the key.

Okay.

I appreciate it.

I gotta get going.

Hey, Christie.

The C-5 vertebra.

- Fracture. - That's what the doctor said.

How long ago was this exam?

You don't want to know.

Okay.

This doctor may be a little eager

to get you under the knife.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

'Cause they're not gonna know anything

until they do an MRI.

We are not gonna go worst-case right now.

Gonna let the CFD medical

give a fully informed diagnosis.

Chief, I don't ask for a lot of favors.

But since I feel fine 90% of the time,

I'd like to stay on squad

while this whole thing runs its course.

In the meantime, I'll set up an appointment for after shift.

I'll get in there the next opening they got.

What's going on?

Off duty till the results come in.

When's the appointment?

Later today.

And then... how long did the first doctor

say that you'd be out?

Six months.

You know...

I was a gymnast growing up.

Knew you must have got your flexibility from somewhere.

And after I placed in Nationals,

I got invited to the oOlympic trials.

Weekend before...

I took my bike...

down to the lake,

and this cab door opens up,

- and there you go. - Ow.

But... I was up and walking two months later.

Were you ever a gymnast again?

No...

probably not the best pep talk

I could have given.

Okay.

Let me ask you this.

Does, um, being on squad

involve having to stick a full twisting double layout?

Yes.

Oh!

Well, you're gonna be fine.

When are you leaving for Madrid?

Mm.

Tuesday.

I can push it.

No, no, no. No, do your thing.

Tell me you're gonna come visit me.

Yes.

Once I get my back squared away.

I'm calling it right now.