Chicago Fire

I know what you're gonna say.

You wanted Gallo on a short leash.

I'm not sure he fully appreciates

what the stakes are.

He pulled that kid out of a rolling house fire,

and lost everyone.

I can't be with a firefighter.

I can't handle wondering everyday

if I am gonna see him at home,

or at the hospital.

Letting him go would be crazy.

Hi, Joe.

Will you make me the happiest man on this Earth?

Yes.

Wait, you haven't told anyone about it?

Oh, not yet, no.

I figured after everything that happened with this engagement,

it's best not to jinx it, you know?

No more drama... well, at least not for a while.

Ooh, so I shouldn't tell anyone, either.

Yeah, no, please.

Hey, it's the groom-to-be.

- There he is! - Countdown to the lockdown.

Congratulations, Cruz. Couldn't be happier for you.

You literally told everyone?

Last meal as a free man.

Congrats.

Thank you.

Congrats.

Thanks, Lieutenant.

Pancakes, huh?

And not just any old flapjack.

I've got a secret ingredient.

- What? - Beer.

It'll blow your mind.

Big talk. Better be good.

Listen to this.

There's a fire house in Montecito, California,

that has a women's lounge.

A what?

"What started as a space for breast-feeding mothers

has transformed into an area for women firefighters

to gather and relax with calming lighting,

music, and comfortable couches."

Ooh, I like the sound of that.

A whole separate room for women.

Uh, why?

Maybe to get away from the sights and smells

of this place.

Truck 81, Engine 51,

Squad 3, Battalion 25,

house fire, 1329 South Bell Avenue...

- Pancakes to go. - Yep.

These are fantastic.

I told you.

81, let's vent the roof.

Squad, see if we can get through that front door.

Herrmann, back them up with a hose line.

Mouch, Kidd, get to the roof.

Gallo, check the back door, but don't go inside.

Copy that, Captain.

Hey, front door's getting a little crispy,

but I think we can get in.

Hey, hose line's seconds away.

All right.

Back door's good. Let me know when to vent.

That's my house!

Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

That's my house. My family's inside.

My mom, my dad, and my grandma.

No, no, look, you can't go in there.

I need to get them out. Please!

Hey, hey, hey.

I'll get them.

All right, you go out front and wait.

Okay?

Fire Department! Call out!

Fire Department!

- You good? - Ready.

Kidd, what's the vent status?

I'm all set.

Hit it, Cruz.

Chicago Fire S08E06 "What Went Wrong"

Synced and corrected by Gianluca Belfiglio

What happened, Chief?

A flashover. We're moving in now.

My God, no!

Hey, hey.

Is there someone on the inside?

Our son is at a friend's house...

But my mom!

Severide, there could be female victim inside.

No one's on the first floor. Heading upstairs, Chief.

Which bedroom is hers?

That one in front.

Severide, check the A-side bedroom on the second floor.

Copy that, Chief.

Mom, Dad!

- Trevor! - Hey, get him!

Hey, hey, hey.

Where's Grandma?

I don't know.

Fire Department! Call out!

- - Fire Department!

Cruz, over here!

Don't worry, ma'am, we're gonna get you out.

I don't know what happened.

Stairs are too hot. She'll never make it down.

Let's get her out the window.

Right.

81, I need a ladder by the first bedroom window!

Hey, ma'am, this is Joe. My name's Kelly.

We're gonna get you out of here, okay?

Kelly?

A good Irish fireman.

I always wanted my daughter to marry a fireman.

Yeah?

She married a plumber instead.

Never listens to me.

Save your breath.

- There you go, ma'am. - There you go, we got you.

Grandma, are you okay?

Okay, ma'am. Give the paramedics some space.

Let them do their work.

It's okay. I'm still here.

Her lungs are diminished. We need to intubate.

Let's push 10mg of Versed.

10mg of Versed, coming up.

It's okay, ma'am. You're gonna be okay.

Pushing.

Hold that.

- I'm in. - Let's get her to Med.

Will she be all right?

- She's in good hands. - Where are they taking her?

Chicago Med. You can follow them if you want.

Gallo.

Get ready for overhaul.

Copy that.

Hey, how'd it go?

With the grandma.

Oh, we got her there pretty quick,

but her airway was thrashed.

Doctors are doing all they can.

Thanks.

Gallo.

You gonna swap out your air bottle?

Right, yeah.

Everything okay?

No, it's not.

That's so nice.

Ooh, look at this.

Himalayan salt lamps. I love those.

I'm relaxed just looking at this photo.

Yep.

Oh, Chief.

Just the man that we wanted to see.

Oh?

So we noticed that the blue office

is just sitting there unused,

like a big old storage closet,

and so we were thinking that maybe

we could turn it into a women's lounge.

I'm sorry?

You know, a designated place

for the women of 51 to come together

to bond and form community,

like the one in Montecito, California.

California women's lounge?

Yes.

In Chicago?

- Yes, sir. - Mm-hmm.

I don't think so.

So you have a problem

with women needing personal space?

Chief?