Chicago Fire

Mayday. Emergency. Gas explosion.

Firefighters down.

I screwed up. I deliberately broke protocol.

It's my fault that they're dead.

Don't do this, Jason... taking the blame.

You don't tell the truth about what happened,

you'll never ride a rig again.

- What's the prognosis? - The cancer's in my bones.

My odds are not good.

I'm not thinking about odds,

I'm here and so are you

and that's enough.

Her latest numbers look good.

It's a big jump for just a couple days treatment.

Yeah, she just hasn't been eating,

and she's sleeping all the time.

That's the chemo. Not much we can do about that.

Hey, ladies, quit gossiping about me.

Doc says you're doing great.

Yeah, well, no offense, Doc, but my definition of great

doesn't include tossing my cookies every hour.

I'm sorry about that, Anna.

I'll order you something for that.

Hang in there.

It's good.

- I'm gonna take the shift off. - Oh, come on, Kelly.

You've been watching me sleep for, like, two days.

My dad's gonna be here in, like, half an hour.

- Just go to work. - I don't mind.

- Go! -

I'm fine.

Just a phone call away.

Hm.

So...

How'd it go with Kannell?

He's determined to take the fall.

Protecting Doyle's memory.

It'd be noble as hell if he weren't tanking his career.

Well, that's his choice.

The case is being closed at today's monthly review panel.

So we go to the panel. Ask them to postpone it.

We don't have the standing.

Kannell is sticking to his story.

Then we gotta change the story somehow.

Okay.

Whatever you need.

Hey, I'm not gonna rush into this and end up

with some serial killer, okay?

Then you can pay the extra rent.

What, you guys still looking for a roommate?

In your place? Where would you put them?

A three bedroom unit just opened up in our building.

Oh, those are great.

Yeah, so Otis said, "Let's grab one.

We'll get a third roommate. It'll be cheaper," he said.

One third of more money is less than half of less money.

That's just math.

So we moved in and lined up Levantini.

- From first shift. - But his girlfriend asked him

to move in with her, so now we're screwed.

This was supposed to save me money, not cast me.

Leon is starting community college in Florida,

and Cruz is footing the bill.

I get this new bouncer gig and that helps, but...

What about me?

For a roommate.

'Cause I've been going nuts trying to find a new place

within my price range before my landlord doubles my rent,

so it would really help me out.

And you know I'm not a serial killer, so...

- Do we? - Just think about it.

People in this house really can't help

moving in with each other, huh?

It's like a compulsion.

Wai... didn't you invite Severide to stay with you

after he moved out of Casey's?

That was different.

- - all: Oh.

- Yeah. - Squad 3, Engine 51.

- It was. - Oh, yeah, waga, waga, waga.

- Big difference. - Structure fire.

Capp, Tony, you guys vent.

Cruz, through the front with me.

- Yup. - Got it.

Hello?

Fire Department! Call out!

Hello?

- - Hey, 51.

We're gonna need a line in the kitchen.

Copy that, Squad 3.

Lieutenant!

Hey, ma'am?

Ma'am, hey, you're gonna have to come with us.

Lieutenant!

Ma'am! Can you hear me?

We gotta get you out of here!

- Come on. We got you. - No.

- We got you, come on. - No, I'm okay.

- One, two... - I'm okay.

- Come on. -

Fire's headed for the eaves. Get a line on that back roof.

- Copy that, Lieutenant. -

- There. - Lay down. We got you.

- - Running from firefighters?

A couple pictures aren't worth your life.

That house is my whole life.

- We'll save what we can. - Thank you.

Think this guy'll listen?

Of all the Chiefs on the panel, he's our best bet.

- Harry! - Wallace.

I'm already running late, but you knew that.

Just need a moment of your time before

- you go into the panel. - Who's this?

Chief Harry Moran, Lieutenant Matt Casey.

- The alderman. - Yes, sir.

I wanted to talk to you about the Squad 6

sewer tunnel incident. We've already lost so many men.

I'd hate to see us lose Kannell, too.

I think getting two firefighters killed

is a pretty good reason to end a career.

Unless he wasn't the one who screwed up.

He's already admitted as such.

All due respect, sir, it wasn't Kannell's fault.

It was Doyle's.

That's a hell of an accusation to make

of a man who can't defend himself.

The way Kannell says it went down...

him dropping the meter, running back to the rig...

we're talking 50 feet.

If those levels were normal before he dropped the meter...

There's no way the air saturated while he ran 50 feet.

The only way this could've happened is if

Doyle got a high reading, and then took them in there anyway.

Then why is Kannell taking the blame?

Because he didn't want Doyle's wife and kids to think

he died anything but a hero... and neither do we.

What if there were another option?

One that clears Kannell, and keeps Doyle out of it?

I'm all ears.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm just...

just looking up stuff for Anna.

Hm.

Homeopathic?

That's pretty far out for you.

She's just always so damn tired.

She's barely eating.

- Chemo side effects? - Yeah. One says acupuncture.

One says massage, one...

Ginger milk thistle, uh...

Ah!

When I was in rehab...

everybody had a different theory about how to get through it.

Drink a lot of water.

Don't drink any water.

Blah, blah, blah.

Know what got me through it?

Hamburger and French fries.

Every day.

Give Anna my best.

We're all thinking about her over here.

Okay. Hear me out.

The whole appeal of Levantini

was that he was from a different shift.

Okay, but I'm so quiet,

it'll be like I'm on a different shift.

Yes, because you're so low-key

and unobtrusive.

Look, Brett, no offense, it's just...

I don't know about having a girl roommate.

Okay, but I'm not just any girl.

I spend a third of every week surrounded by men.

I know enough not to hang my bra on the shower rod,

and I can tell a good dirty joke when I need to.

Let's hear one.

Yup. She's got nothing.

- What about the parking space? - Ah, yes! Look.

The landlord only gave us one parking spot in the garage,

which me and Otis are already trading off on,

which sucks, by the way.

I'll park on the street.

Oh, you're gonna love that come December.

You know what, just write down every question you would ask

any other potential roommate... a man, a stranger,

and if I pass, I get to move in.

Ambulance 61. Person injured from fall.

725 Barrington Avenue.

You guys, over here.

I don't know what happened. I thought I had her.

The rope slipped out of my hands.

Let me look at your hands.

Hey.

- What's your name? - Laurie.

Hey, Laurie. I'm Gabby. This is Sylvie.

- - This place is closed.

- What are you guys doing here? - We snuck in.

- Thought it'd be fun. - It was my idea, not Aidan's.