Chicago Fire

I need you to look me in the eye

and tell me that your mask malfunctioned on that call.

I swear to you, my mask was not working.

Rice was ducking, and no one on Squad gives a crap!

You need to get your guys in line.

That's always a great move,

drawing lines between Truck and Squad.

Yeah, and you better keep Truck on their side of the fence.

Your buddy Jack Nesbitt, he's into some nasty business.

These guys traffic Eastern European women

against their will.

Tell me how I can help.

Behind the battery, a listening device.

Let me see your phone.

He's clean.

Unbelievable.

Let's get Matt a drink here.

I'm fine.

Okay.

We're opening five more clubs,

and our investors want to know

if you'll accept cash.

We're also willing to allow an extra 5% in markups

if you do the work off-book.

I know this sounds a little shady,

but it's all about our cash-on-hand right now.

If there's filed...

What happened? We lost you.

Your wire's in the toilet.

You're welcome to dig it out.

Something didn't feel right,

so I ducked into the bathroom and flushed it.

Good thing. They frisked me.

Opened up the back. It works.

Damn it.

They're worried about ATF.

ATF?

I'll look into it.

They talked about cash for construction.

Didn't say a word to me about anything illegal.

Casey, this is a process.

These guys are smart.

We regroup, hit them again.

Just got to have patience.

You did good.

I got a confession to make.

Yeah?

I can be a jerk.

That's about right, yeah.

Look, I know the rumors that fly around CFD about me

and the ones that fly around here.

I'm no ducker, Kelly.

And man-to-man, I can do this job.

I shouldn't have said what I said to you the other day

about our friendship.

I, uh... I was frustrated.

Look, I apologize.

I got your back, you know that.

Yeah, I know, yeah.

More than anyone.

What?

What, what?

You haven't said two words to me all morning.

Now I'm not allowed to be contemplative and asocial?

No, you're not.

You're supposed to be dense and loveable.

- Dense? - In a loveable way.

I am not dense.

Fair enough.

But it's "antisocial," not "asocial."

The most I'd done up to that point was, uh,

under the sweater, over the bra, and, uh...

So, um...

So Severide and I, we, uh... we hatch a plan.

What are you gonna do about Rice?

What's that mean?

No one's gunning for him here.

And if Otis thinks he's ducking...

He wasn't ducking.

You want to believe that, fine.

But 51 isn't 51 right now, and it's because of him.

- That's a fact. - Casey, drop it!

Truck 81,

Squad 3,

Ambulance 61.

Gas leak, 6111 South Mayfield.

There's a smell of gas coming from 6111.

An elderly woman by the name of Edna Miller lives there,

but she's out of town for the week.

I can smell it from here.

Anyone else live here?

Just her and her dog.

There's no shutoff outside.

Must be in the basement.

Truck 81 to Main.

We need the gas company to 6111 South Mayfield ASAP.

Message received, Truck 81.

Okay, guys, grab your masks and a four gas monitor.

Go to the rear. Check levels.

- Take readings in front. - Got it.

We're over 100% of lower explosive limit.

Oxygen's under 19%.

- Should we vent? - No, no, hold up.

The only reason why this place hasn't exploded yet

is the gas is too rich to burn.

Oh, my God. Is Edna okay?

Ma'am, it's fine. It's just a gas leak.

Mailman said the lady's out of town.

No, she's in there. She came home last night.

Hey, uh, Squad 3 to Main, what's the ETA on the gas company?

Ten minutes out.

Hey, let's go get her.

Yeah?

Mask up, we're going in.

Here.

Hey, Casey, there's a woman inside.

We're going in.

Severide, do not enter.

We're getting high readings here.

This place will explode.

Negative, we're going in.

LEL readings are high! Wait for the gas company!

- Ready? - Let's do this.

Tony, hit it.

Go!

We're in.

We need to get into the basement

and shut off the gas

before Squad blows this place to hell.

I got this.

All right, Otis, you got to move fast. Strike!

You got to move, Severide!

You're running out of time.

Gas levels are high.

Squad's around back, and Severide's inside

- looking for a woman. - Are you kidding me?

I got Otis inside looking for the meter

to shut off the gas.

Capp, what's the status?

We're in explosive range Chief.

Severide, Otis, get out!

Now!

Not good, not good.

This place is gonna go, Lieutenant.

Chief, we need to pull back!

Found the gas meter. Gas is off.

Take the windows.

Oh.

Ah.

Hey, you okay, bud?

Yeah.

Her lungs sound good.

- Okay. - Well?

What was that?

Truck and Squad, right?

You just do what the hell you want now.

You could've killed us by venting in there,

you know that?

Otis shutting off the gas and us venting

is the only reason this whole house didn't explode.

Otis is the elevator guy!

What the hell was he doing in the house at all?

Stop!

Pack up the gear.

Get back to quarters right now.

Otis.

What are you doing?

Just sitting with my brothers, Lieutenant.

I thought this was Firehouse 51,

not the kingdom of Squad 3.

We need gas. Let's load back up.

Cruz.

Pull up a chair, man.

Yeah, sure.

Jessica.

Package for you.