Chicago Fire

Took a couple of pills. Had a flare-up in my back.

You need to get into rehab.

I will go to rehab.

We're gonna find a great place.

Maybe we should stop looking.

You and Casey?

I got a lot of baggage, Donna.

The past is the past, Wallace.

I can't put you through that.

C.F.D.'s not right for everyone.

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

and he's taking it away from me.

You tell Dawson I stopped by.

Jones.

They just found her body.

We work a dangerous job.

We all knew that when we signed up.

A firefighter dies in the line of duty, we are shocked.

Our hearts are broken. But in some dark corner of our mind,

we are bracing ourself for that possibility.

But a firefighter takes her own life?

That is not a contingency that we can prepare for.

We can't change what happened.

But we can learn from it.

We all missed the signs here.

And we can never let it happen again.

So you reach out to each other.

You be there for each other.

Not just for today, or this week... Always.

I never want to see another member of this family

slip through the cracks.

Let's go to work.

Let's go for a ride.

This place isn't so bad. How's it working out for him?

I don't know. I haven't checked up on him yet.

I've been too busy. Boden's speech got me thinking.

Bloom could use some more encouragement

right about now.

Severide...

Seriously?

Cheer him up.

Come on, Mills.

No, I'll pass.

All right.

Room service!

He was supposed to be in 109.

Well, I'm sorry to have to tell you this,

but Mr. Bloom checked himself out.

How long did he last?

About 12 hours into a 28-day program.

I've seen worse.

- Thanks for coming, Shay. - Yeah.

Listen, before you say anything, I know.

- I am moving a little fast. - It's not that...

Things with Gabby and I haven't been perfect.

She's trying to make a big career shift,

and she thinks I'm on the fence about it.

That's why I want to let her know this is real.

And, in light of recent events, why wait?

Tomorrow isn't guaranteed for anybody.

Okay.

- You want to see 'em? - Yeah.

Oh, this one.

- That's Dawson right there. - That was my pick.

Back me up.

- That was my pick. - That was his pick.

It's really pretty.

- I'm gonna do it. - I'll get one in her size.

- What is it? - Uh...

I'm on the case.

Hey, Roomie.

Cable bill's due.

Make with the cheddar.

$140?

Yeah. That includes the setup fee.

Yeah. And your NFL package.

Your half is $70.

I haven't seen Clarke this morning.

He still subbing over at 25?

Clarke's not subbing out. He transferred.

What, just like that? No explanation?

No good-bye?

What a jerk.

- That's her. - Gabriela Dawson?

Oh, God, what'd you do this time?

Yeah?

This note was left behind for you

in Rebecca Jones' apartment.

Why?

I wouldn't know.

Why would she leave me a note?

Only one way to find out.

Engine 51, truck 81, squad 3, ambulance 61.

Fire. Grand and ashland.

You okay?

No.

No, I'm not.

I want some answers.

I mean, how does someone like Jones, who's so driven,

so determined, how does she just...

give up on herself?

I don't know.

What's it say?

Nothing.

Oh, wow.

Chicago Fire S02E19 "A Heavy Weight"

Otis, make sure the pumps are shut down!

Everyone, get in there with extinguishers!

Don't wait for 51!

You gotta get my wife! She's in the car!

We'll take care of her. Get out of here!

Shay!

Got him, Herrmann.

Okay, okay. Let's get you out of there!

I can't! I can't!

All right, all right.

Just stay put! Stay put!

All right, listen! She can't get out of here!

She's in a full leg brace! Let's get this fire out!

Come on! Come with me!

I got you, Janice!

- I got you! - Sir, wait!

Casey!

- Hey! - Oh...

What are you doing!

Stop!

Hey, get under the pickup!

It's okay. We got you.

- You're okay. - We've got you.

- Get out of there, numbnuts! - Hermann!

Sir, please step out of the vehicle,

if you'd be so kind.

That was the dumbest move I've seen in a long time.

Yeah, Darwin-Award thinkin' right there.

Ha! What a call.

Hey, what do you guys suppose Jones said

in that note to Dawson?

I'm just curious.

The other night...

Jones stopped by Molly's.

She was looking for Dawson.

Really?

What for?

No idea.

But she apparently went straight home and...

you know the rest.

Okay, you guys, pony up.

I talked to Bloom's old battalion chief in Denver,

and I got an idea how to help him out.

First step, we fill up this boot.

$5:00.

Really?

Okay, do you guys know the warehouse fire

that derailed Bloom's career?

Yeah, ten guys got killed.

Because of a tough call he had to make.

He was the incident commander?

That's right.

Fire was in the structure.

He had to give an order. No one else goes in.

He made those guys stand there

and listen to their brothers dying over the radio.

They spit in his face, tried to go around him.

He wrestled a few of them to the ground,

and that's how he hurt his back.

He was trying to protect them, but the way they saw it...

he abandoned all those guys inside and got 'em all killed.

That is a heavy weight for a man to carry around,

don't you think?

We can stop by the ATM.

Hey, I know why you're doing this,

but this guy's gonna keep letting you down.

- You know that, right? - Uh-huh.

But you're gonna try anyway.

When Jones first arrived at 51,

I made it clear that I wasn't someone

that she could come to for help.

I thought she needed a little tough love.

You can't put that on yourself, Kelly.

I'm not. I... I didn't know where her head was at.

But if Bloom goes into a tailspin,

I can't claim that I didn't see it coming.

Look, you guys, you got to agree

that that's a pretty heavy weight

for a man to carry around.

Look, personally, I would love to give to the cause,

but I have to subsidize Cruz's need to see

every single televised sporting event known to man.

Come on, man.

We agreed we were gonna split everything 50/50.

Can we just focus for, like, two sec...

You know, you could watch

every single game at Molly's for free.

Oh, yeah. And then all my beer money goes into your pocket.

- You'd like that, I bet. - Yeah, as if you ever pay a tab anyway.

- What did you say? - Otis.

I need you to clear out Jones' locker.

Why me?

Well, you're the one with the box.

Great.