Chicago Fire

I heard back from Dr. Bachman. I'm cleared for squad.

This job took Dad. It messed with your health,

and you keep coming back for more.

Can we just put us on hold? Maybe then we can start new.

Yeah, I'd like that.

- How's New York? - Good.

Just, uh, need a little breather.

- What's the real reason? - What, I can't take a vacation?

Come back and hang with my little brother?

I'm glad that we reconnected.

The thing is, when I look at you,

I see that guy, the one who shut me out.

Well, this guy is sorry.

Hurry up!

- Gas leak? - Yeah.

We use anhydrous ammonia as a refrigerant.

The line broke. You can't breathe in there.

All employees are accounted for,

but Scooter and Brad are trapped on the roof.

Main, gonna need a level one hazmat response.

Casey, get your ladder up on the roof.

Masks on.

You heard him. Let's go.

We're about 8 feet short.

On it. Get the 10-foot down.

Yeah.

Hey, Casey! You all right?

I'm awake now.

Hey, an ammonia explosion like that

produces very little fire.

We are gonna wait for hazmat to breach, boys.

It's too dangerous. Come on down.

Hey, Chief, we can get the workers on the roof.

At least let us do that.

Okay.

Two minutes.

Hey, we got to get off this roof.

Otis, Herrmann, come help us get them down.

Copy that.

Nearest ambo's five minutes out.

Chief, victims are in respiratory distress.

We can load two or three into the squad.

We'll head to Chicago Med and help offload.

Okay. Mills, call ahead.

Tell them that their day is gonna be

a whole hell of a lot busier.

Hey. Hi. Morning.

Melanie.

Jay. Will's brother.

It's nice to meet you.

Yeah.

When do you have to be at work?

Ten minutes ago?

It's your first day.

Uh, first and last, as it turns out.

Almond milk?

You don't have any regular milk in here?

You're joking.

No.

- I got to get back. - To what?

I thought the partners kicked you out of the practice.

They did, but...

now, this may come as a shock to you...

there are other practices in New York City.

Hey, how 'bout, for once,

you see something all the way through.

Wow, you sound like the old man.

There it is.

I mean, that is why

you're blowing back out of town, right?

What do you care?

Just give it a couple weeks.

At least.

You never know.

I got to go.

Oh, Lord, here it comes.

Um, April?

We have at least 30 inhalation victims minutes out.

Who've inhaled what?

Chlorine? Skunk weed?

Um...

Ask next time.

Okay.

Have you seen Dr. Tramble? Or the new guy?

No.

When I took this job, I didn't know

we did our own maintenance work.

I have a theory.

Goodwin likes broken appliances

'cause it means we have to spend more money

at the vending machines.

The great vending machine conspiracy.

You could get published in JAMA with that.

Nice work.

Hannah.

I know who you are, Dr. Tramble.

Will Halstead.

I am, by the way.

- What? - Published.

Shared credit with three other doctors.

Published is published, April.

We're about to get slammed.

Anhydrous ammonia victims.

- 30 more coming. - Put them in 3.

- Where to? - This one in 7.

What's going on?

Industrial ammonia leak.

30 plus are on their way here,

and we're already full up with flu patients.

Round up as many O2 tanks as you can find.

Hey, can you help this guy?

Sharon Goodwin, Dr. Will Halstead.

Yeah, yeah. We met at the interview.

About that...

Yeah, I'm late for a meeting, Doctor.

Enjoy your first day.

That's what I wanted to talk to you...

about.

I'm gonna run over to urgent care,

discharge as many as I can to free up the space.

You start getting them sorted, and we'll go from worst

to "I'm not gonna die today."

- Kendra. - Kelly.

Hope you guys ate a big breakfast.

We're gonna have to start doubling up bays

and separate the flu patients from the gas victims.

Okay.

Everyone, may I have your attention please?

Can I have your attention?

Listen up!

All right, we are going to have a very full day here.

And I understand none of you feel well,

but we're gonna need help from you as well as patience.

If you're here because of the ammonia leak,

I'm gonna need you on this side of the room when I say so.

If you're here because of the flu or something

non-life-threatening, I'm gonna...

Sir, not yet, please. I need everyone...

If you thought Ebola was a nightmare,

I am the apocalypse!

Death to all Americans.

You're all dead in two weeks.

Allahu akbar!

Casey, what the hell happened?

Dawson, you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

What'd he say?

The bomber?

Something about being worse than Ebola.

We need to lock down the ER.

No one in or out. Now.

Herrmann.

Nobody leaves!

Chief, some guy just blew himself up.

Said what he has is worse than Ebola.

We need everyone brought back in that could be infected.

Lock it all down. No one in or out.

Tony, Cruz, use the rigs.

Block off the exits.

Hey, hey, no one leaves!

I need you back inside.

- No, no, no, no, no. - Stay right there!

Right there! Hey, stop.

- Nobody leaves. - Hey. Hey!

- I got him. I got him. - Stop!

Hold on. Hold on. Stop. Stop.

Hey!

Stop! I need you to turn around

and go back inside.

Otis, find the extinguishers and get on that ceiling fire.

Mills, you and Brett okay?

All in one piece, Lieutenant.

Look for injuries.

We don't know what it is, all right?

If the doctor says we got to stay, we got to stay.

Hey, I'm sorry, but no one in or out

until we know what we're dealing with.

- Come on. - You heard him, all right?

Listen, please, just sit up against the wall and wait.

Tell the firefighters they can start

bringing the stragglers back inside,

including the firemen, and don't let anyone out.

- Got it. - Hey.

We need to set up a decontamination area.

Any bathroom with a shower.

Start getting people washed off.

- Got it. - Hey, hey, over here!

It's Severide!

Hey, Kelly!

Kelly, you hear me?

It's a weak pulse.

Trauma to his back and chest.

He's got shrapnel from the grenade.

Let me see.

No. Black tag him.

- He's gone. - What?

The percentages are very low that he'll...

I don't give a damn about percentages.

No problem. Grab a gurney.

Chief, Severide took a hit from the explosion.