Chicago Fire

The thing we swore would never happen happened.

Our relationship got in the way of the job.

And the job in the way of the relationship.

Gabby.

We need some space from each other.

So you're leaving?

He's off the machine.

And breathing normally.

Is that my beautiful grandson?

Dad.

Get back! Aah!

This looks like the stockpile of an arsonist.

You guys...

Fold and tuck.

Fold and tuck.

Tight as a drum.

So the boy feels safe.

Just like in his mommy's belly.

- Yes. - That's what I told Wallace.

Wrap him tight like a little baby burrito.

Okay, okay.

Some men were born to sink.

Others, to lift heavy things, but you, Terrance Boden,

were born to be loved, preciously, and infinitely.

Thank you.

- Here you go. - Yes.

Yes, sweet baby.

How long are you staying, pop?

It depends.

Depends on what?

Things.

Hey, guys. Atwater.

What's up. What we got?

Got chlorine powder, bags of cat litter,

brake fluid, vegetable oil...

All in bulk.

Yeah, well, he definitely had peculiar taste

when he hit the Sam's club.

These are accelerants every arsonist knows about.

At least the slick ones.

Then there's these.

All about Shay's death.

What can you tell us about the person who leased this unit?

Paid cash.

Two years in advance, I'd pulled the paperwork.

Yeah, man or woman?

Man.

You remember what he looked like?

I don't weigh 'em and measure, I just take the money.

We'll check that paperwork in your office

when we get time, we'll just...

- give us a minute. - Mm.

Thanks, sir.

The thing is, it's not exactly a crime scene.

It's gonna be real hard to pull forensics in on this.

We know it's a long shot,

and arson is almost impossible to prove,

but even if it just rules it out, we'd sleep better.

Can't make any promises but I'll see what I can do.

I know it means a lot to y'all.

Yeah. Thank you. Thank you.

The items discovered at that storage unit

are unsettling to us all here at 51.

As of now, there was no indication of foul play.

But rest assured, no matter what we looked into.

In the meanwhile, our job remains the same,

and that is to safeguard the people of Chicago,

so you keep your heads down, and you handle your business.

Brett and Mills, my office.

Come on in, take a seat.

After everything you went through with Lullo's people,

I want you to know you have my full blessing

if you want to take some time off.

Thank you, Chief. But, personally, I'm fine.

I'd rather be here at work.

In that case, I would like to ask you both

to consider to see someone.

Processing a trauma like that takes time.

We have a lot of good people who can help.

I think that that would be really good.

For me, anyway.

I'll make the call.

Peter?

I'm straight.

Hmm.

Okay then.

You change your mind, you let me know.

Will do.

That's all.

What do we have here?

Wicker Park Wolverines.

Yeah, it's got a certain ring to it, doesn't it?

My boy Luke, he's playing a game of champions.

I thought you were banned from the league, Hermann?

Yeah, kids' hockey brings out the worst in you.

Some sort of trophy fiasco if I'm not mistaken.

That was an isolated incident.

Besides, I was completely in the right.

Anyway, my two-year suspension is over, and I'm back in action.

So show some respect for the finest headcoach

of pee-wee hockey in Chicago, will you?

Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61.

Two-car accident, West 17th and Halsted.

Stalled trains got Boden trapped in.

I'll run point until he gets here.

Copy that.

Help me! Please.

I'm Lieutenant Casey with the Fire Department.

We're gonna get you out, okay?

I can't feel my legs.

Oh, God. Help me, please.

Hey, just give us a minute, okay, Ma'am?

Sev.

Yeah?

It's Chaplain Orlovsky.

He's bleeding out.

You guys, separate the two vehicles

and we'll pull them both out at the same time, all right?

Tony, stay ready on that winch.

God, help me, please!

Wait, wait. Hold.

If we move this car first, she could be paralyzed or worse.

The longer he's pinned in, the more blood he...

I know.

Your call.

God, help me, please.

Hermann, Dawson, get the jaws.

Help me!

Lieutenant, with all due respect, it's the chaplain.

- We're getting her out first. - Please!

You heard him, candidate, move it!

Capp, Tony, we're gonna cut the roof posts off

so we can get the chap out

as soon as this car is out of the way.

Yeah.

All right, Chap. How's it going?

Mills, status.

Yeah, I've got a pulse but its weak.

He's lost a lot of blood from his head wound.

Help me, please!

Please, help me!

Hang in there, lady, we're getting you out.

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

All right, guys. We're good to go.

Backboard.

Easy, easy.

Careful with her head.

Go, go.

Hey, Lieutenant, good luck.

Thanks.

All right, go ahead.

Okay, let's go.

Get him on the backboard.

Easy.

Go. Go!

And it's not until the pot's up to, like, $100

that the chaplain reveals his true colors.

Come to find out, the guy's like the Billy the Kid

of five-card stud.

- Get out of here. - Yeah.

Our chaplain? Orlovsky?

On my mother's grave. Total shark. Ask Mouch.

Ambush predator.

If he wasn't a man of the cloth,

I'd have accused him of cheating.

This is right after Mickey Drobitch died

in that scuba incident, God rest his soul.

Chaplain... never said anything about it.

Just him being here, playing cards with all of us,

it shined a light.

Helped a lot of firefighters through some dark times.

Hey. How is he?

He's still touch and go.

There's multiple internal injuries.

He still hasn't regained consciousness.

Okay.

Um, the extra time he spent pinned in,

how much worse did that make it?

Chaplain's a junkyard dog, he's gonna be just fine.

Hey, you two, tomorrow night, Molly's. 7:00.

Pee wee hockey draft.

- Be there. - Whoa, whoa, draft? What?

Whoa, Hermann, come on.

Be reasonable.

Games is one thing.

We'll make practices.

Most of them, anyway.

But the draft?

Yeah, man. You gotta admit,

that's a little above and beyond.

One of the terms of my reinstatement

is I have to be accompanied by two adults

to all league functions.

Half-priced drinks at Molly's for two weeks.

- One. - Done.

What did he do to get banned anyway?

- Hey. - Hey.

Matt... sorry.

I mean, Lieutenant, just checking in on you.

I can still do that, right?