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Listen, you didn't hear this from me.

I don't know the whole story, but Keeler's got a hook

in somebody higher up the food chain.

They're telling us to cut him loose.

You do something, Erin, or I will.

Let's go, Dawson. You're falling behind.

I just gotta get through this damn test in seven minutes.

I'm sorry.

Maybe it just wasn't meant to be.

Deep down, are you a firefighter or not?

- Three-month suspension. - What?

Did you tell them the whole story?

I requested Dawson to replace me.

Lieutenant Casey, I'm Rebecca Jones.

I'm the new candidate on truck 81.

What's the prognosis? Can we take you off the injured list?

Yeah.

Just don't expect me to break any pass receiving records.

- - Look on the bright side.

You're going back home to 51.

It's a stroke of luck your old spot opened up.

Luck?

Going back to my old house with my tail between my legs?

Come on. Nobody's looking at it that way.

I am.

Look, I want to be a firefighter, Matt.

I got a taste of it, and I liked it.

I get it.

I do, but Chicago is damn lucky

to have you on board that ambulance.

Is this about Jones joining truck?

No. Not even remotely.

She busted her ass to get where she is.

Good on her.

Hey, Dawson. Back in the saddle, huh?

Eh, it's temporary.

Aw, damn straight, mama.

You're gonna show 'em how it's done next time.

Thanks.

Hey, good morning, Lieutenant.

Oh, please. He passed the test.

All right, let's wait and see if the promotion ever comes through.

Ha ha ha.

I'd be more worried about this new candidate.

Hey, is she ever gonna grace us with her presence today?

Yeah, I'm sure that this chick is awesome and all,

but having a woman around is really gonna change things.

- Oh, Gee, thanks. - You know what I mean.

Having a woman in the truck?

You don't know what goes in there.

- The jokes we crack... - The smells we produce.

- I can imagine. - Nope.

- No, you can't. -

You can't.

Hey, you want to go do inventory?

I bet you miss that.

Oh, how I missed it.

Truck 81?

I'm your new candidate.

Jones. Rebecca. Either one's fine.

- Welcome aboard, Jones. - Thanks.

Listen, I know what you guys are thinking.

A woman on truck?

What is the world coming to, right?

- That's not at all what we're... - Yes, you are.

And I don't blame you.

Women can be a pain in the ass.

Look. I have three brothers.

I'm no delicate flower.

I'm not expecting special treatment.

And just to show you I can be one of the guys,

I brought doughnuts this morning.

Fantastic.

They were delicious.

Oh.

So there are no doughnuts?

You want to go fill the tank before we get any calls?

Good idea.

Hey. Be safe out there, babe.

You too.

Candidate Jones.

Good morning, Lieutenant Casey.

Ready to meet the Chief?

Hey, have you spoken to Detective Lindsay?

- Yeah. - So?

They nail Keeler yet?

Turns out Vince Keeler is cooperating

in some big-joint investigation

between ATF, FBI, Smokey the Bear.

What does that have to do with Katie?

Bureau Chief won't let Voight's unit touch Keeler

without rock-solid evidence.

Doesn't sound like anything short

of a confession's gonna do it.

- So, he... - I know, Otis.

He just gets away with kidnapping and assault?

Look.

Lindsay assures me CPD is not giving up.

They're doing everything they can. In the meantime, I think it's best we just move past it.

- You know? - Yeah.

Okay.

Clarke.

I'm gonna need a little help with something.

- Personal favor. - Name it.

I'm not talking about moving furniture or building decks.

And with your recent legal troubles...

Spit it out.

Vince Keeler's gonna make a clean getaway,

and I can't live with that.

I'm free tomorrow night.

As a candidate, you're here to learn.

That means keep your eyes and ears open

and your mouth shut.

We're gonna spend some time today drilling various tools,

show you where things are stored.

When we go to an incident, I want you glued to my hip.

I stop walking, I want you bumping into my ass.

Yes, Lieutenant.

Ms. Jones, I know I speak for the entire house

when I say that 51 is proud to welcome a female firefighter.

I will see to it that you are treated

with the dignity and respect that you deserve.

Thank you, Chief.

In return, you will treat this job

with the dignity and respect that it deserves.

Of course.

You impressed a lot of people at the academy, Ms. Jones.

But out there,

that's real life.

It's not a training exercise.

It's not a pop quiz.

There are no shortcuts here.

Meaning, sir?

Just what I said, candidate.

If you learn nothing else today, know this.

You can always take my word at face value.

Truck 81, Squad 3, ambulance 61.

- That's us. - Person trapped.

- Shake a leg, guys. - You're in my seat.

That's my seat.

Out of my seat.

Hey, does Main know 61 isn't here?

They'll catch the call over the radio,

probably beat us to the scene.

- Did you call an ambulance? - Yeah.

There's somebody stuck in the clothing drop.

I heard 'em calling for help. I think it's a kid.

- Hello? - Hello?

Fire department. You okay in there?

They were in there a few minutes ago.

Well, maybe they climbed out when you weren't looking.

I don't know.

Hey, anybody home?

Okay, get your skinny ass up there.

Hello?

Hello?

I don't see anybody in here.

Let's call off Squad and 81,

save them the trouble of coming out here.

I don't know.

I don't like the feel of this.

Let me take a look.

Dawson, what are you doing?

Dawson!

- I got her! - What?

She's not breathing!

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Dawson, hot packs coming your way.

Any respiration at all?

Barely. Agonal breathing.

All right, the guys are gonna get you out of here in no time, okay?

Yeah.

What happened, hon?

You climb in here looking for some warm clothes?

- Where's Dawson? - I'm in here!

Start warming up that IV just in case.

This was all her idea. I had nothing to do with it.

Guys, we've got to get this girl outta here.

- We got this. - Herrmann.

Let's get the saw.

Where's she going?

Whoa.

It's a lot heavier than the ones we trained on.

Candidate, is your name Herrmann?

I was just trying to help, sir.

Blade's all jacked up.

Clarke, grab our saw.

Okay.

Jones! Stand over here and don't touch a damn thing!

It's gonna be another minute, Dawson.

Sorry.

Shay, where's that IV?

Here's the IV!

Okay?

Yeah.

I need blankets and a backboard right now.

- Let's move! - On it.

So I'm thinking tomorrow night.

And listen, I... I know it's a lot to ask you.

You shouldn't feel obligated, but we could use you.