Chicago Fire

Tell me these don't look exactly the same.

I think one arsonist set both fires.

They both have the same contractor,

Jimmy Conrad, who also has an arrest record.

We can celebrate when we nail this guy.

Kidd sees the way she was looking at you,

Seager's gonna get her ass kicked.

What do you mean?

Blowtorches? Flares?

Pyro central.

This guy was turning walls into flash paper.

No sudden movements unless you wanna see fireworks.

Where are you gonna go? There's a dozen cops up there.

I said hold still.

Just put the flare down, and let's walk out of here.

Ugh!

Ah!

Conrad, call out!

- Conrad! - Help me!

Just stay still or you'll make things worse.

When I say "go" I want you to move your leg from the shelf.

You hear?

- Do it! -

- Go! -

What's wrong?

The stairs. We're trapped.

Chicago Fire S08E10 "Hold Our Ground"

Synced and corrected by Gianluca Belfiglio

What do we do?

All right, we're gonna make a run for it,

and hope you won't get us both killed.

- No, no, no, no. - Ready?

On three. One.

Two.

Severide!

Why?

Why'd you come back?

I'm a firefighter.

- All right, let's go. -

All right, well, I still believe in you.

Hey, you've got company.

Mm.

Scared the hell out of me.

I'll give you two some space.

Kay, listen up.

I know you all have questions about Lieutenant Severide,

but at this moment I do not have any answers,

So let's just focus on the shift ahead, shall we?

Okay, only one announcement today:

this morning I received a phone call from headquarters.

They are revaluating deployment data.

As a result, they have decided in their infinite wisdom

to make a slight adjustment to our operational boundaries.

Uh-oh.

Starting today, there will be a several block overlap

with the fine men and women of Firehouse 20.

- Ah... - Damn.

The official firehouse of the "Sun-Times."

A bunch of glory hogs, every one of 'em.

Your opinion is duly noted.

- Ah, Kidd. - Hi.

Severide's status?

Uh, he... minor smoke inhalation.

No serious wounds. He was cleared for duty.

Uh, back to OFI, that is.

Appreciate the update.

Um, that's all for now. You are all dismissed.

What was that?

The second the chief mentioned 20

you were about to jump out of your skin.

What do you mean?

I was just, uh, reacting like everyone else.

Mm-mmm. That was different.

Dramatic.

Okay, so, um...

the medic over there is just the absolute worst.

We went through EMT training together at the academy.

Bad attitude, super competitive,

always looking for an opportunity to fight.

I tried to get along, but by the end,

I would've locked myself in the academy smoke box

just to create distance between us.

Anyway.

You didn't hear that from me.

There you are.

Finish inventory?

Sorry, uh, I got... I got caught up.

Oh, well come on, I'll give you a hand.

I was thinking if we finish quick

- we can run and grab a smoothie. - Yeah, yeah... okay.

Truck 81, Engine 51, Ambo 61.

Automobile accident, 3750 Milwaukee Avenue.

Street racers. Broad daylight.

You think they'd have sense enough

to scatter after the accident.

Sense is not their strong suit.

See the rims on that Viper, though?

Gallo, set up a perimeter and wait for my orders.

You got it, Captain.

You two, check that mail truck.

- Copy that. - Herman.

Get an extinguisher on this fire.

Copy that.

- Don't worry, ma'am. - Hang tight.

We'll get you out.

Hey. Hey, you gotta move.

Hey, you gotta get outta here.

Hey, can you hear me in there?

You need to get me outta here.

- We're working on it. - No, no, no, no, bro.

You don't understand.

You need to get me out of here right now.

Gallo, we got a critical situation!

- Give me the jaws! - On my way.

Got a bottle of nitrous oxide ready to blow any moment.

Hey, Artez! Grab a hose line, open her up.

Ma'am? Can you hear me?

Strike.

Strike. Strike.

Casey!

This nitrous is ready to blow!

Yeah, we're almost there.

Gallo, be ready to rip and run on my mark.

Yeah. Ready, Captain.

Hey!

Stay back and take cover!

Time's up!

Go, now!

- Hey. -

- Come on, get up. - You three all right?

- Yeah, I'm good. - All right, come on.

- Gallo? - Take it easy, pal.

I've got my girls pulling up. They'll take care of you.

- Thank you. - Right this way, man.

Was a hell of a save, Captain.

Greg Delaney, Engine Captain of 20.

Matt Casey. Thanks for the assist.

What'd you expect? It's our specialty.

She's conscious. Barely breathing.

Severe trauma to the jaw.

- Okay, copy that. - Yeah.

We got her.

Got it?

Too much trauma for oral intubation.

- Let's go nasotracheal. - I can do it.

That's okay, I got it.

Right, but what I'm saying is I have surgical expertise...

Foster, I know what I'm doing.

- Without fiberoptic support... - Please, just give me the bag.

- Take a breath. -

There we go... we go.

All right, take a listen.

You're in.

All right, help me secure this tube.

Let's get her to Med.

Hey, what are you doing?

Oh, well, that figures.

Gallo, I'm not sure if anyone's told you,

but you can't just yank a victim out like a ragdoll

and collar them afterward.

Okay, hold on, you didn't see what happened.

There was a can of nitrous oxide...

Prep some fentanyl for the pain while I check his vitals.

Okay.

Oh, I'm sorry, is there something that

you really need to get off your chest right now,

or can I start treating my patient?

Well, she wasn't what I was expecting.

Really? What were you expecting?

I don't know. Someone scarier.

But she seems cool, and smart. And cute.

Dude. She's not cute.