The first 200 lines.
I mean, it's not like I've ever been drunk at work.
I just need help.
I want you to know you will always have support here at 51.
Just not as a paramedic. I'm sorry.
You're fired.
Excuse me, are you Matt Casey?
- Tamara Jones. - What can I do for ya?
- You can run for alderman. - I'm not a politician.
Matt, you keep saying, "This isn't me,"
but without you, what do the people have?
Becks?
- I'm running for alderman. - Oh, my God.
All right, let's get this party started.
I'm about to introduce you to a real, live hero.
Local boy, born and bred in our Ward.
He puts his life on the line every day for regular people,
and he's about to do even more for the city of Chicago.
Put your hands together
for CFD Lieutenant Matthew Casey.
Come on up, Matthew.
All right, come on, Matthew. Give 'em something.
Oh.
Whoa, oh.
Hey there, everyone.
My name's Matt Casey.
I have no idea how Tamara roped me into this, but, um...
I recently saw first-hand
how the system can take advantage of people.
I'll tell you what,
I don't like seeing people get cheated
and lied to.
I really like you, honey.
Enough of them politicians.
I'm gonna vote for you.
Well, thank you so much. I appreciate it.
Okay, thanks for coming.
- Hey there. - Hey.
Booker... Denny Booker.
You really got something, you know that?
Well, thanks for listening, Mr. Booker.
Denny, please.
Um, listen.
You want to win this thing,
you have to get the community leaders behind you.
What are you gonna do about that?
Who's this guy?
Sweetheart, I just put up a few fliers.
Who shows up is anybody's guess,
like this character.
I got no idea what he's about.
So it's official.
Casey is running for alderman.
- Yay, all right! - Whoo!
Hey, you know what?
I bet aldermen get great season hockey games,
VIP tickets to Comic Con...
Hey, what can we do to help?
Uh, first order of business:
we got to get Casey's name on the ballot.
So we're a little late to the party.
We only have, like, a week
- to collect 450 signatures. - Done!
I'll post a copy over at Molly's, 10% off all drinks
for anybody who signs the petition.
- Pretty sure that's illegal. - Eh, 5%, then.
Still illegal.
I probably should have come to you sooner,
but I was still weighing my decision.
So you've decided to run?
Pending your approval, of course.
It's a big responsibility, I know.
But I'm confident I can serve
and still fulfill my duties here at 51.
Casey, you are one of the most
upstanding people I know.
Anyone can make a difference from being in office,
it's probably you.
Thank you, Chief.
Don't bring politics into my firehouse.
Of course not.
Good.
If you'll excuse me,
I have a woman crisis I need to take care of.
Can I help?
Not unless you're running for Fire Commissioner next.
One thing at a time, Chief.
Hm.
Hey guys, um, I just overheard Connie on the phone
talking about a major personnel change for Truck.
You sure she said Truck?
She's probably talking about Chili's empty slot.
Do we know who's filling that yet?
No.
No, no, no.
Oh, hell, not Ogle.
Why not? What's his deal?
They call him "The Bitter End."
Anger comes off him in waves.
I'm Rodney Ogle. You've probably heard of me.
Uh, no, I don't think so.
Okay, well, uh, how about this.
You ignore my reputation, and I'll ignore yours.
Get used to this face, guys.
I'm thinking about making 51 my permanent home.
She's gonna lose her mind.
I could've sworn I heard Connie say Truck personnel.
Squad 3, person trapped. 989 West Grayson.
That's Firehouse 21.
Why are they calling us to another firehouse?
Who knows? Let's move, guys.
What's going on?
McCormick fell off the aerial during a drill.
Landed on the truck.
As soon I saw him, I knew we needed a squad.
Ugh.
He's been unconscious since he hit the truck.
We got him right on the backboard and C-collar.
This post has got to be really close
to his femoral artery.
We need to keep him still.
Capp, Tony, let's get some cribbing underneath him.
Cruz, get the whizzer saw.
Rest of you guys give him some room, okay?
Anybody not holding the board,
let's back it up.
Give Squad 3 space to work.
Let me stay. I can hold the board.
Hey Severide, I can stay, right?
Richter, let's go. Now.
We got it, Richter.
Hey, Cruz, gonna need a figure eight wrap of Kerlix
around his leg.
- We'll attach it to the post. - On it.
- Uh, Torres. - Yeah.
Get me an IV bag.
Gonna need to keep this marker post cool
- while we cut it. - Copy that.
One more layer should do it.
Okay. That's good.
You guys can hold him steady?
All good.
Keep that IV streaming on the post.
All right, all good.
Hang in there, Mac.
Keep his leg up.
It's almost through.
All right, got it.
One, two, three.
Richter.
It was just you and McCormick on the drill?
Yes, sir.
But I was getting on the roof when he fell.
I didn't see what happened.
Thanks, Cruz.
Real grateful for Squad 3's quick work.
Absolutely.
Need anything?
Nah.
I'm good.
Hey, Lieutenant.
Something's off here.
What do you mean?
When we pulled up, I noticed that the ladder
was set up for an aerial pipe drill.
Yeah?
Aerial's 3 feet shy of the building.
It doesn't make sense for the other guy
to climb to the roof from there.
He'd be an idiot to try.
But that's just what he told his captain.
Richter?
He's upset. He probably misspoke.
We were at the same class at the Academy.
He's a solid firefighter.
Man, the whole vibe at 21 was weird.
That's what I'm saying.
It wasn't just Richter.
That whole house was acting tense.
One of their guys almost died.
Of course it was tense.
Is that a coloring book?
A coloring book for adults.
It's a thing.
Look, man, I know that Richter's your boy,
but I'm telling you, man, something was up.
Cruz, give it a rest.
Richter?
You guys talking about that wife swap drama
over at 21?
I worked there a couple of shifts.
Oh, adult coloring book, huh?
My therapist says that could help reduce my stress.
God, is she an idiot.
Uh, wait, hey.
What about the drama over at 21?
We got a call there today.
A guy named McCormick got hurt real bad,
impaled on a marker post.
McCormick... that's who Richter's been fighting with.
McCormick just started dating Richter's ex-wife.
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