Chicago Fire

- Hey. You okay? - I love Chicago,

being with you.

I guess I just miss my people.

I wish I could help.

Kelly, you barely know this woman.

Lately I've been staring in the mirror a lot,

and the person looking back looks more and more like Benny.

I don't want that future.

So, tell me about this little project.

The damper's stuck.

So, indoor camping ain't happening?

Stop.

Not unless I bring home a couple respirators.

Oh, that's so romantic.

Hey, there's these log cabin rentals out in Galena.

It's about two hours away.

Lots of hiking if the weather's good.

Logs on the fire if not.

No respirators needed.

How many girls have you taken there?

- A whole lot. -

None! You think I'd reuse some old game on you?

- Yeah, okay. - Stop it.

For now I'm gonna choose to believe you.

Hello?

Hey, Trudy. Yeah. What's up?

What did he do?

He got into a "you should see the other guy" situation

with three off-duty cops on Rush Street.

- You should see the other guys. - They're not pressing charges.

- So, he's free to go? - To be your problem, yeah.

Benny, next time I'm not calling your son.

Thanks, Trudy.

I'm sorry I threw up in the holding cell.

Hi, Kelly.

Get this: we got a trainee today.

Someone must have screwed up the paperwork

to let you loose on an impressionable young mind.

I'm sure they're hoping Brett makes up for me.

And I'll handle the Dawson put-downs, thank you very much.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. I'm driving.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

How's this while you're driving?

- Ah. Whoa. - What?

Is that a crack house? In this neighborhood?

I doubt they're selling Girl Scout Cookies.

Gabriela Dawson, Sylvie Brett. This is...

Harris Thornton.

Your trainee for the day.

Great to have you with us, Harris.

We'll take good care of him, Chief.

Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of.

So, you are to observe only. That means you don't

touch anyone, you don't hand out medical advice.

You just stand to the side.

You let these very capable ladies tell you what to do.

Thank you, Chief Boden.

So, where you from?

Oh, good lord.

- Wallace. - Benny.

What's the occasion?

Just a harmless Chicago weekend.

Yeah.

- Good to see you, Benny. - Okay.

Morning, fellas.

- Hey, Benny! - Benny!

Hey, man. It's been a while.

- Just picked him up from jail. - I was defending the honor

of a very, very nice young woman.

- I thought you were married. - Was.

Yeah, what he said. I hope you guys don't mind

if I hang out at 51 for a little while.

I'm... I just want to catch a couple of Zs.

Ah, that's fine.

Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61.

Person trapped. 67 South Hoyne.

Vonn, the cleaning guy, he comes in before we open

and gets everything situated, but he didn't answer

when I called out to him today.

The hinges on this thing are always swinging the door shut.

You're supposed to be able to open it from the inside,

but the latch has been acting up.

- How long has he been in there? - Not sure. Couple of hours.

Hermann, Otis, get the jaws.

- Hey, Tony and Capp, - Yeah?

get behind the building, check the compressor

or the condenser, see if we can get quicker access.

Hey, Vonn, can you hear us?

Make a noise or wiggle your fingers if you can.

Well, if he's alive,

he probably has hypothermia or frostbite.

I'll get blankets and warm fluids.

Okay, let's move.

Casey, I think these hinges might be a weak point.

I say we cut them, pry it open from here.

- Yeah. - What about his fingers?

We push this side out, they're gonna snap off.

I'd rather save his life than save his fingers.

No access back here, Lieutenant.

Hey, Capp, check the roof.

The condenser and the evaporator...

it's got to be up there somewhere.

- Copy. - All right, let's do it.

Hey... hey, wait, wait, wait.

What if we put two Halligans above and below his fingers

to preserve the gap, and then we pop the door

on the hinge side, comes this way?

Yeah. Yeah, good idea.

- Tell us when. - Okay. Ready?

And... now!

There's a pulse!

Let's get him on the stretcher.

- I'll deal with his fingers en route. - One, two, three.

Okay.

Thornton.

Hey. Let's move.

Yeah.

Otis, take a left here.

What's up, Lieutenant?

I want to check out the new neighbors.

That's the house.

Whoa, whoa, hold up.

See that?

- What you got? - Get inside.

There's a kid in here.

I'm popping the window.

Hey, there, big fella.

Nothing to be afraid of.

My window!

You leave your kid in the car?

I was in there for less than five minutes trying to...

you know what, I don't need to explain myself to you guys.

Forget it.

- Wow. - Yeah.

Hey. Got the license plate.

Oh.

Ah, it's okay, Lieutenant. What can I do you for?

Uh, well, there's a crack house

that's popped up over on Southwood.

On our way back, we saw a car parked there

with a toddler in the back.

I punched the window, but this woman exited

and drove off before we could do anything.

Okay. What are you not telling me?

Well, the woman looked normal. A mom.

The kid appeared scared, but healthy and well-dressed.

The car was a new BMW, and we got the license plate,

but she didn't look like a user.

- Users come in all shapes and sizes. - No... I know.

You know, back in the day, we used to

handle drug houses in a whole 'nother way:

light a match, keep the hoses dry.

Benny.

Look, I'll tell you what: I'll make a call over to CPD

and get an address for your SUV.

Or that.

All right. Thanks, Chief. Appreciate it.

Yeah, you're welcome.

Honey, what's up?

Your son is getting suspended.

I'm sorry. Come again?

Lee Henry wouldn't say the pledge of allegiance at school today.

- What? - What I said.

Apparently he decided to take a knee instead.

I got a call from the vice principal,

and they said to come pick him up.

Please drop him off here

after you go get him.

What is this world coming to?

- What... what was that about? - America, the not-so-beautiful.

Oh, hey, Brett, how's the freezer victim?

Conscious! Yeah, they're working on his hand.

They think they have a chance of saving it.

Nice, Joe!

Rule number one: every successful run

ends with junk food... come on.

Ladyfinger?

Rule number two: take this job seriously when you have to,

and that's it, otherwise you won't last a year.

I got to tell you: I thought I was gonna toss my breakfast back there.

Ugh, every new paramedic's worst nightmare.

- Is it? - Of course it is.

My mom and dad... they told me I wasn't cut out for this.

They told me I wouldn't last a week.

Aww.

"Supportive" isn't a word you'll hear at the Thornton house.

So, why are you here?

I was in a bicycle accident when I was 12.

These paramedics showed up, and...

I'm not sure if I'd be able to walk if it wasn't for them.