Chicago Fire

We gotta protect Leon.

Cruz, he's gotta get out of town.

- How long? - For a long time.

Maybe forever.

You're really lucky, you know that?

You're such a close-knit group. It's like family.

Your friend Hope has been visiting the firehouse a lot.

I think she might be dealing with something back at home.

Don't forget you made a promise

we'd hang out before I left.

That's not the kind of thing that slips my mind.

Yo, Kelly!

Train is leaving the station.

Hey.

Hi, hey.

Do you guys, um, want some coffee?

- I could run out to... - Oh, we get coffee at work.

Oh, right, sure.

I'm just gonna get myself to the house this morning.

Okay, cool. Sounds good.

Uh, I'll see you up there. And, uh...

- Hope, right? - Yeah.

Great seeing you.

Whose buggy is that?

Ah, Boden's out first half of shift.

- We got some chief named Mullins. - You know him?

I heard he was a bear.

Is that everyone?

As I always tell the men serving under me...

Hey, uh, sorry, Chief.

As I was saying, on my watch,

if you're not 15 minutes early, you're 15 minutes late.

The shift before you appreciates your punctuality,

as I'm sure you do the shift that follows.

That said, I'm only at 51 for half a shift,

and I've got nothing but respect for Wallace Boden.

So let's all power through the next few hours

and get you back in his capable hands.

- Sound good.? - Yes, sir.

Okay, good. Assignments.

Let's empty out all the compartments on the rigs.

We'll clean, check, and do maintenance on the equipment

and you can scrub and wax the inside shelving.

Once that's complete...

- Is there a problem? - No, Chief.

It's just, Tuesdays we usually only do the side compartments.

And like you said, it's only half a shift.

- What's your name, Lieutenant? - Matt Casey, Chief.

- The firefighting alderman. - Former alderman.

Once that's complete, let's get the app floor

swept and mopped... if you don't mind.

Consider it done, Chief.

Dismissed.

- Sorry, guys. - It's fine.

Half a shift.

What's the worst that could happen?

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Uh, hey, guys. I texted my buddy

who served under Mullins over at 78.

Yeah? What'd he say?

"That man has killed more careers

in the CFD than actual fire."

Well, let's knuckle down and not give him

any reason to look our way.

You got it, Lieutenant.

Ambulance 61, 4200 North Walcott Avenue.

Bicycle accident.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

It's like she came out of nowhere.

I didn't see her.

I looked down for one second.

Hi, honey. What's your name?

- Ella. - Ella?

I'm Sylvie. This is Gabby.

We're here to help. Can you tell me what hurts?

- Just my wrist. - Is she gonna be okay?

Ella, can you lie down for us?

We're gonna slide this under you.

- She said it's her wrist. - Sir, you need to let us work.

Here you go.

- Is he okay? - Don't worry about him.

Can you squeeze my hand?

I think there's something wrong with him.

You gotta be kidding me.

No pulse. This is 61

requesting a backup ambulance for a possible cardiac arrest.

Copy that, 61.

He's in V-tach. We need to shock him.

Is he okay?

What happened?

All right, let's concentrate on you, okay?

I'm okay. What happened?

Okay, Ella, listen to me. The best way that you

can help him is to stay calm.

That way Gabby can concentrate, okay?

Shocking.

He's back.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey.

I gotta get out of here. I gotta get somewhere.

Sir, you lost consciousness.

We need to get you to a hospital.

Dispatch, where's that second ambo?

- I had a heart attack? - Just lie back down for me,

okay?

Hey, eyes on me, okay?

- Where are your parents? - Work.

I know my mom's number.

Had a mix up, 61. Ten minutes.

I'll start you in a company.

What's wrong?

Okay, Ella, we're gonna take you both

in the same ambulance, okay? We're gonna call your mom

- on the way. - Okay.

Okay.

We gotta take them to Med, and we can't leave her alone.

It's our only choice.

Dispatch, we're gonna transport two patients

to Chicago Med. One, two, three.

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What are you whistling sunshine about up there?

Ah, nothing. Toss me that rag.

All right, spill it.

What, I can't find cleaning therapeutic?

No.

All right.

I flew Leon in for Cruz's birthday.

- What? - Who is Leon?

- Cruz's kid brother. - Cruz's kid brother who lives

in Florida now because it's not safe for him to be here.

That's all blown over.

Trudy checked with the gang unit.

The street corners have changed over three times.

Nobody even knows who Leon is anymore.

You sure about that?

Do you doubt my wife?

That's what I thought.

- Cruz would love to see him. - All we gotta do

is get the birthday boy to Molly's after shift,

and in the meantime, shh.

This is gonna be great.

- So. - So.

- Brett's friend? - Yep.

- Mmm. - What?

She's only here for, like, another week.

Uh, tomorrow, actually.

- Wow. - All the information

- was on the table. - Pfft.

- Hey, how was it? - It was a weird one.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- We had this, um... - 61.

Yes, Chief. Brett and Dawson, sir.

Oh, I know your names. You've just been reported to me.

- Reported? - You took two patients at once.

Chief, it was an extraordinary situation.

Which is not to be done.

Under any circumstances without expressed consent

from Chief Hatcher in a triage event situation.

The second ambo was nowhere to be found,

and we had a crucial cardiac patient.

You put an injured girl in an ambulance

with the man who hit her with his car.

That's a lawsuit waiting to happen.

Sounds like they made a judgment call

in a challenging circumstance, Chief.

I'm taking you out of service.

- What? - So you can fill out

a detailed incident report.

If you wanna defend your actions,

and if you want me as acting battalion chief

to defend your actions, you need to do it

with every "I" dotted and every "T" crossed.

You can return to service

when I'm satisfied with that paperwork,

which I want on my desk before I leave.

Chief, all due respect...

Due respect would be letting me handle this.

Unless there's something other than Lieutenant

in front of your name.

Wow.

Mullins just asked us to wash the rigs.

He didn't ask us to itemize the work.

Maybe I should talk to him.

Smooth things over.

Or just keep your head down and stay out of his way.

Works every time.

Sure. Every time.

- How's it going? - I already missed two calls

because of this busywork.

Aww, we're almost done.

I really stepped in it with this guy.

- Oh, don't beat yourself up. - Yeah, seemed unavoidable.

Well, I still feel responsible.

Nonsense.

Is that how you're gonna turn it in?

A little hard to read.

Like, I think you rushed through it.

I just think, with a stickler like Chief Mullins,

you probably want to put your best foot forward and...

You know what? I'm just gonna...

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