Chicago Fire

I'm Joe. What's your name?

Chloe.

We got a clear shot out of here, Chloe.

Hey.

I don't know if you remember me.

I had to bring these over to say, you know,

thank you for saving my life.

The department is having a charity picnic.

Yes, I'd love to.

Welcome to the Windy City,

where the Chicago Bears and the Green Bay Packers

meet in the next chapter of a rivalry that goes back

almost a century.

Soldier Field is always such a special place to visit,

where probably the only thing Chicagoans

are more passionate about than football is, of course, food.

Tailgaters arrive long in advance

to get their sausages on the grill.

All right, let's talk about this matchup today.

The Bears were shaky in the season opener

but now are beginning to look like the team

we thought they'd be.

Their offense has been balanced and efficient,

and their defense has been stout.

They are legitimate playoff contenders...

I'm hungry.

It's been... it's been too long.

I know, I know, you will. Just hold on, it's almost done.

Okay.

What's up with the TV, Kev?

Hmm, listen, the input should...

We're missing pre-game.

I know we're missing the pre-game.

It's gonna be on soon.

Did you bring the right cable?

Did I bring... Of course I brought the right cable.

If we just be quiet, I don't need any help.

But we're missing pre-game.

- Burgess. - It's not on.

Number 44.

- That's me. - Two dozen sweet corn tamales.

Thanks, Mama Garcia.

Detective, hey, I didn't recognize you in your gear.

- I'm undercover. - Oh.

You tell Hank Voight to come have lunch at the Hacienda, huh?

- I will. Thank you. - You are welcome.

Okay, what would you like?

Two dozen sweet corn tamales from Garcia's.

- What? - Ooh, yes.

- Thank you. - These are so good.

Hey, wait till we eat the sausage.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Yeah, yeah, right, yep, do what Kelly said.

You gonna get that working before we gotta go in?

Jay, if you don't leave me alone, okay?

If I hear another damn word about this pre-game.

What's wrong with him?

Get away from me!

- Help! - Hey, back up, back up!

Get back!

Chicago firefighters coming through.

Back up! Ma'am, move back.

- Make way, make way. - Back up.

- Sir, can you hear me? - [BOY SHUDDERING}

BRT... BRT...

- W... What's he saying? - BRT!

BRT...

He's seizing.

There's blood on his leg.

Sir, I'm gonna look at your leg.

Oh.

Ugh.

What is that?

I have no idea.

Chicago Fire S08E04 "Infection"

Synced and corrected by Gianluca Belfiglio

- Nat, what is it? - Guy from the tailgate.

Seizures, severe lesion on his legs.

Odd presentation, I could use a second pair of eyes.

All right, let's take you to Baghdad, I'll alert...

I'm here, let's take a look.

You know this guy?

No, he was just walking toward the stadium.

No one claimed him.

He kept saying "BRT."

BRT? His initials?

It's getting worse.

Do we know anything about John Doe?

No, sorry.

Well, he didn't have a wallet on him.

And his phone is locked.

All he said was "BRT."

He has a severely infected leg, so we're running a culture

to see if we can pinpoint the pathogen.

And although seizure isn't normally a symptom,

the visual presentation and the speed

with which the infection's spreading

indicates this bug is causing necrotizing fasciitis.

Flesh-eating bacteria.

Don't worry, it's not contagious,

and only about four in a million people get it every year.

How do you get nec...

Necrotizing fasciitis, it enters through a break

in the skin and just destroys the tissue under the epidermis.

It would really help us treat this guy if we knew who he was.

I can't open a case file without a crime,

but I'll see if I can run prints

and check traffic cam footage.

Maybe make out some kind of an ID.

We appreciate it.

- Okay, see you guys. - Thanks.

Hey, how was your game?

What game?

Which leads me to next shift. Oktoberfest.

We will not be seeing any of you

because we'll be picking up drunks all day.

Over-under on vomit in the back of the ambo

is three buckets worth.

- Give me the over. - Put me down for 20.

That's a hard thing to measure.

Okay, enough.

Reason why I mentioned it is because Firehouse 51

has drawn parade duty that day.

All of us?

All of us, and we'll be assisting with crowd control.

As long as we don't have to do any...

And marching.

Chief.

Chief...

If there are any grievances, you can all take it up

with my new assistant.

Didn't think so. Dismissed.

- What's up, Detective? - Hey.

I'm still trying to identify

our John Doe from Soldier Field.

I just want to make sure I'm not missing something.

- He's not talking? - He's still in a coma.

Do you guys remember anything from the tailgate?

I was the last guy getting over to him.

I just started running when I saw him.

He collapsed before I got there.

Did anybody say that they were his friends or...

No, I talked to people as the ambulance pulled up.

No one knew him.

He went to the game alone?

Well, maybe his friends were in the stadium.

You know, he had a ticket on him,

but it was a third-party purchase through the NFL app.

Can you identify him

with fingerprints or dental records or...

He's not in our system, and he wouldn't be

unless he had a criminal history.

- And nothing on his phone? - We borrowed it.

But we haven't gotten past the password.

Hmm.

- Sorry. We saw what we saw. - Yeah. Thanks, guys.

How come you never cook breakfast for me?

I, uh, I only know how to cook for two dozen people.

Have you seen me eat pancakes?

- Now I want to? -

- Hello. - Hey.

What, uh, what brings you by?

So my office is getting a group together

to go to the Oktoberfest hullabaloo downtown.

Yeah, I heard about that.

Yeah, I was checking to see if you wanted to go with us.

Reason I heard about it is because 51 has to work it.

- Ah. - Hey, Chloe.

Hey. Hey, Sylvie.

You know, otherwise, I would love to go with you.

You know, I love spending time with you.

I would spend all of my time with you, if it wasn't for...

I get it. It's okay.

I just mean, it's like, we're always working

during the good stuff, and...

maybe I should just put in for furlough.

Hey, that's what I'll do. I'll put in for furlough.

Because... Because you deserve someone who can...

Joe, why are you acting weird?

Weird, what... what weird? Who's weird?

I'm not acting weird.

Okay.

Uh, I... I gotta get to work

before Schneiderman arrives.

He's been watching me like a hawk.

I get it, I mean, of course he wants to watch you.

I mean, I love to watch you. Who wouldn't?

Okay. Good-bye, Joe.

- What was that? - Hmm?

You've been dating her for a year, and suddenly,

you're acting like you're asking her

to the seventh grade dance.

What, n... no, I wasn't.

Mm-hmm.

Ambulance 61, person in distress,

2543 Nordyke Street.