Chicago Fire

I used to be Denver Fire Department.

- I was injured on the job. - That injury

- was four years ago. - So the pain killers he's on...

He's been on those a long time.

You are looking for an easy save.

Would you want your only daughter

to be a firefighter? Give her the boot.

Her father is Deputy District Chief.

- Her father is Deputy District Chief. - He's doing everything he can

to make sure you get stuck behind a desk.

Jones!

- Is everything okay with Casey? - Yeah.

You don't want me to be a firefighter.

- Gabby, take a deep breath. - Don't condescend to me.

Whatever I say, you're just gonna take it the wrong way.

Then don't say anything.

Is it Shay's birthday or something?

No, no, it's just a girls weekend.

- You're cool with that, right? - Yeah.

Of course.

Does this hat make me look silly?

My mom gave it to me.

No, I like it.

Hey, I'm sorry I told Jones what her dad was up to.

I really am.

- I thought she deserved to know. - I do too.

We were gonna tell her.

I wish you'd come to me first.

Yeah, I should have. You're right.

Apartment listings...

When I get home for the weekend,

we're gonna find a great place.

Maybe we should stop looking.

What?

We've been saying we'd do this for months.

It still hasn't happened. It shouldn't be this hard.

That's Shay.

- I'm gonna miss you. - Yeah.

Miss you too.

Oatmeal?

If I wanted to be healthy and miserable,

I would have stayed home.

- Jonesy's dropping the ball. - Yeah, well, Jones is late.

Capp made that.

Yeah, that explains it then.

Damn, Mouch, you haven't even touched the stuff.

No appetite.

Not one reply to my Golden Oldeez profile.

Nothing? Not even a bite?

54 views, but no follow-ups or whatever.

- What the hell is that, Mouch? - What?

Yeah, that's private,

- by the way. - No, no, no.

Why would you put this photo on your profile?

I asked Shay and she said,

"Women like a bad boy."

So you basically asked a lesbian

what she looks for in a man?

Fair point.

I'll tell you what women like.

Firemen, you knucklehead.

- I like where you're going with this. - Yeah, look, we are deleting this profile picture

and putting up a new one.

- When? How? - Right now.

Come on.

Ah, right there.

And smile.

Okay, let's try it.

Oh, no, that's who's subbing for Shay and Dawson?

Howdy doody ain't that bad, but the other guy's bad luck Schleprock.

He's what?

- Hey, Chout. - Hey, McAuley.

Hey, guys, glad to be back at the old 51.

Welcome back, guys.

The oatmeal's in the crock-pot.

Help yourself.

Is it gluten-free?

I don't even know what that means.

It's not gluten-free, McAuley.

So when are you bouncing me from 51?

I'm not. Have a seat.

Look, I don't know what's going on

between you and your father.

It's none of my business.

But as far as I'm concerned,

you're one of my firefighters,

and my job is to protect your job.

He'll come after you. I know him.

And I will deal with that when and if that happens.

It's the one thing that I wanted my whole life,

and he's taking it away from me.

Jones, if you don't want him transferring you to P.R.,

then don't go.

Put your foot down, or go and make your dad happy.

But you got to figure it out.

It's all gonna work out, Jones.

Well, at least I know you guys have my back.

You know, I'd like to take a personal day

and settle this once and for all.

Sounds like a good idea. See you next shift.

There's something else going on there.

You make sure you check in on her.

Definitely.

Engine 51, truck 81, ambulance 61.

Apartment fire.

Get that extinguisher up here.

- On my way up. - Think we got a grease fire.

Move your ass,

or we're gonna lose the whole kitchen.

Coming in!

Let's go!

Come on. Give it to me.

Put some Lake Michigan on that.

Mm, found the culprit.

What idiot leaves a pan full of grease

on a stove unattended?

Oh, my god. Is Gavin okay?

- Who are you? - I live across the hallway.

Tv's playing. Stove's on.

Is he around here somewhere?

I saw him yelling in the hallway about an hour ago.

- Who was he fighting with? - Well, he was on his cell,

but we get horrible cell reception in the building,

so we usually go up to the roof.

Gavin! Fire department. Call out!

Gavin, call out.

Gavin, you up here?

Nothing on the south side.

Nothing on the east side.

There's nothing on the west side.

Help!

You hear that?

Fire department. Call out!

Over here!

Fire department. Call out!

- Down here! - Where is this guy?

Help! I'm stuck down here.

Get squad here now.

Chicago Fire S02E18 "Until Your Feet Leave the Ground"

Herrmann, talk to me.

He's ass down, head and feet up.

Give me a measurement from the end of the building.

He's 27 feet, 8 inches from the back corner.

Copy that.

Lower down an open radio and a mask.

Gavin, I'm lowering you down a radio and a mask.

Put the mask on so you don't breathe the dust

from the drilling.

Wait... What drilling?

Gavin, this is Lieutenant Severide.

We can't climb down to get you,

so we're gonna have to drill through the wall.

Capp, use a 3/4 on the hammer drill.

I want 3 feet from the side of the x.

Casey, how's he doing?

- - Fading.

- Go to channel three for me. - Copy.

- Casey. - Smiling death?

Yeah, he's been compressed for so long,

when we cut him out, he's gonna have a 50/50 chance.

You want family here?

- Give me five minutes. - Copy.

- Back to one. - Mills, air chisel two bricks out on the top

of the x for me.

I'm getting kind of tired in here.

Hey, Gavin, I hear you're big UFC fan.

- Who's your favorite fighter? - Johny Hendricks.

Yeah, too bad he got his ass kicked by St-Pierre.

Look, obviously, you didn't see that fight.

Everybody knows Hendricks got robbed.

Stick to badminton, pal.

Dude, I'm gonna kick your ass for saying that.

- I'm not even joking. - Uh-huh.

All right, I'm through.

All right, guys, get in there, get in there.

Ah, give me a 14-gauge and spike a bag.

- Gonna feel a little prick. -

Hang in there, Gavin.

I'm gonna give you some sodium bicarb.

- Bicarb's in. - All right.

- Good to go. - Mills, Capp, finish it off.

Stay with us, Gavin.

Come on, come on. Come on, come on.

All right, we're good.

All right, guys, get in there.

- Got it? - Yeah.

Okay.

Ready. One, two, three.

Now, what do you got to say to my face?

Oh, I was just messing with you

to keep your heart rate up, Gavin.

- Ready? - Two, three, up.

You got it?

This is Severide.

Hey, I'm Kelly Severide.

Oh, yeah.

A guy claiming to be a fireman

dropped your name on a D.U.I.,

and I wanted to make sure he wasn't lying

before I booked him.