Chicago Fire

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My wife almost got killed

because of some cop on the take.

- We're on top of it. - Well, what's the hold-up?

- Hey, it's a police matter, let the police handle it.

- You're not! - Stay in your lane.

You just lost yourself a valuable friend.

- How come you're going along with me in all of this?

You don't even like me.

- Chief Boden sees something in you.

This has been a chance for me to see it for myself.

It's you I'm worried about.

You haven't slowed down even for a breath.

Casey and I broke up.

So can you help me?

- Yeah. - Great.

Listen, and I get that,

but I've been a lieutenant for a while,

and it seems a little off that I don't have my own quarters.

What are you talking about?

I waited five years.

Like Minnesota Fats said, "Them's the breaks."

Uh-huh.

It's a seniority issue.

You're third in line.

- You really don't understand marriage, do you?

- - Always support your wife.

You were agreeing with me!

- Listen, I cannot keep using this room

as my temporary workspace.

It's not right.

How's your partner doing?

- Between Casey and the paramedicine incident,

not good.

- That was one hell of a one-two punch.

Yeah.

I got to take her out or something,

get her mind off of everything going on.

- Okay, people, I got a lot to go over,

so let's get to it.

First off...

gutter duty.

Okay, get your griping out the way.

You got ten seconds.

- Evan's gonna spend more time commuting in his car

than out doing his job.

Busted down to District 6.

That blows. - Yeah.

Guess I shouldn't complain.

At least we don't have to sneak around like a couple--

oh.

Uh, what am I talking about?

You don't want to hear about my nonsense

when you're going through what you're--

- No, Violet, no walking on eggshells around me.

I mean it. Just because--

- Brett, can I grab you for a second?

Richardson at dispatch has the inside track

on some new radios for our ambulance.

Carver.

- Hey, Chief, just grabbing a maintenance request form.

You in a hurry?

No, no. What's up?

- Well, you've been with us for a few shifts now.

I just want to check in with you,

see how you're liking it.

Very much so.

It's a great house.

Best group of people I've come across in the CFD, hands down.

I certainly think so.

And you and Kidd, how's it working?

Great.

Sorry. I cut you off.

Hmm.

I just wanted to ask how you and Kidd are getting along.

Yeah, great.

We're alone, you know.

Speak your mind.

- She's an outstanding lieutenant.

As for our personalities, sure, we're a little different,

but that just makes the job more of a thrill ride, right?

Right.

- Hey, don't mind me. - Okay.

- Did you agree with the incident report format

that Boden was talking about this morning?

I hadn't thought about it.

- Well, it seems like if we have been filing the reports

in a certain way for literally forever,

we don't need a new system for uploading the files.

You know, so what, headquarters can not review them sooner?

What are you doing?

- I am talking about incident reports.

No.

Okay, best I can eyeball it,

your office is about 80 square feet?

- Sure. - Well, that's perfect.

There's plenty of room in the--

- Truck 81, Engine 51, Ambulance 61.

Pin in accident.

To be continued.

We got two injured drivers.

One is pinned.

- All right, let's get a line ready on this sedan!

- Brett, we need C-collars, a second ambulance.

Gallo, Mouch, get the jaws and cutter.

- Copy that. - Copy, copy!

Uh, Lieutenant?

.

Gallo, Carver, grab flares.

Go to the end of that street. - Copy.

I don't want any animals hit.

Copy that.

- Mouch, you got the jaws? - Yeah.

All right, take it easy. Try not to move, ma'am.

We're gonna get you out of there.

Good. Let's go.

You doing all right, sir?

Ellis.

You doing all right, Ellis?

How is she?

- She is conscious, so that's good.

But you sit tight until we can have some paramedics

come and take a look at you, okay?

Nah. Nah.

Oh, hell's bells.

Got her open, Lieutenant.

Ma'am, tell me what hurts.

- I just looked down at the radio for a second.

Yeah, we get that a lot.

All right, can you follow my finger with your eyes?

Okay, that's good. No concussion.

How about the rest of you?

My side, it really hurts.

Cracked rib?

- I don't hear stridor or diminished lungs.

Okay, we're gonna get you to Med and have

a doctor check you out, okay? - Mm-hmm.

Okay, easy.

Come on, easy. Just lay on your back.

That's it. -

Well, that's--thank you.

- Ellis, we got a second ambulance on the way.

I really want you to take it.

You should at least get your head looked at.

- I really don't need all of that stuff.

What I do need is to get my goats out of the road

so some fool don't run them over.

Give me a second.

Hey, Hermann. - Yeah.

How's about a little wager?

What you got in mind?

- Well, Ellis here needs his goats corralled.

Uh-huh.

- So how about the one of us who

gets the most goats back in the animal carrier...

gets your office?

I already got my office.

That's not how a bet works.

- Okay, if you win, I'll work in Molly's for a month for--

You're on!

Sheesh.

- All right, all right, all right.

- Ooh. -

- Number seven! - Whoo! 51, baby!

And that is how you do it.

- I may not have thought this one through.

I'm Chicago born and raised.

But every summer, I go to Wisconsin

to my uncle Leslie's goat farm.

- Of course you did.

51, pack it up.

Lunch is on me when we get back.

- I'm sorry again for chattering on about Evan.

I know what you're going through.

- Dispatch, we're going down in order to restock equipment.

Copy that, 61.

What are we restocking?

Our stomachs.

Listen, I'm gonna give it to you straight.

I like hearing about you and Evan.

I like seeing you two together.

In fact, because he's going to be leaving the district soon

and your chances of seeing him during shift

are gonna be remote, I thought it'd be nice

if we all grabbed lunch together.

Oh.

Brett.

- Come on. I'm starving.

- Chief. - Stella, what's on your mind?

- Well, I am glad you asked, Chief,

because I'm just gonna come right out and say it.

I need my own lieutenant's quarters.