Chicago Fire

How long are you staying, Pop?

Depends. - Depends on what?

I'm Stage IV.

Just gave me about four months to live.

Look, Leslie Shay wasn't just some victim in this fire.

She was my partner and his best friend.

No guarantees, all right?

But let me see if I can take a look.

Dawson.

Oh, my God. This was arson.

Which would mean the Shay was murdered,

and whoever did it is still out there.

So where on the scene did you find this?

Buried into the ground

between the burn pattern and the propane tanks.

Under some debris.

Did you get pictures?

So you removed this from the scene

without documenting its original location?

You said you couldn't investigate further without evidence.

I just brought you evidence.

Okay.

You're right. Thank you.

So what now?

Now, let me do my job.

You wait to hear from me.

Joey, can you get it?

Yeah, sure.

Uh, hi.

Baba!

Crotis! Cro-tis.

Crotis.

This is my grandma!

This is your grandma?

Yes, man. She's staying with us.

I texted you this.

You did not text me this.

A month ago. I texted you.

A month requires an email.

Does she even speak English?

Not a word.

I can't believe it.

What if we hadn't gotten called to that storage unit?

We never would've known.

Things happen for a reason, fellas.

I believe that.

Gabby.

Megan. Hey.

I got on the first plane.

Guys, you remember Megan, Leslie's sister.

Of course. Welcome back to Chicago.

Really glad you could make it out.

I can't believe this is really happening.

Arson?

Looking more and more like it.

So Leslie was murdered?

Office of Fire Investigation--

they're... they're looking into it.

Megan...

Welcome back to 51.

Thanks, Chief Boden.

Kelly, you have a phone call in my office.

It's Kevin Hadley.

What?

What's that son-of-a-bitch want?

It's collect call from Stateville Penitentiary.

He'll only talk to Kelly.

What do you want, Hadley?

Aren't you going to ask me how I'm doing?

No.

Well, I'm doing fine.

Thank you.

And I want to invite you to come visit me.

See for yourself.

I'll pass, thanks.

Okay.

But...

that fire that killed Shay?

You're just realizing it was arson, aren't you?

Got your attention now, huh?

Come see me in person.

Just you.

Well, get on with it.

You never did have any patience.

You're out of your mind.

Am I?

Or did I get something in the mail

that you're gonna want to see?

But first...

I want you to get me a new mattress.

They got special mattresses for people

in chronic pain.

And the warden won't order me one.

Kevin...

I don't know the warden.

And I'm not the district attorney,

looking to make a deal.

That came out of the blue.

I don't know who.

There was no name on the envelope.

On the envelope...

there is a return address

and a nice clear postmark.

Where is it?

You get me the mattress...

and I'll get you the envelope.

Okay, Gabriela, full disclosure.

I wanted no part of this.

But my parents insisted that I get out here

and come home with some answers, so...

I always had it in my head that it was the job that killed her.

This house...

I could barely walk inside.

Hey. Brett.

This is Shay's sister, Megan.

This is Sylvie Brett.

She's the new paramedic on 61.

Great to meet you.

I didn't know your sister,

but everyone says she was one in a million.

That's true.

My assistant said the hotel lost my reservation.

You guys don't know of a place nearby

that doesn't have four locks on the door?

A hotel? No.

You're gonna stay with us. - Yeah.

You guys are living together?

What happened to you and Matt?

Umm, we gave it our best shot.

Don't say another word.

It's done. You're staying with us.

You sure?

Without a doubt. Come on.

How'd it go?

He--he said someone sent him something from Shay's fire.

What does that mean? - I don't know.

The Warden is tossing his cell right now.

Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61.

Structure fire. Randolph and LaSalle.

Find out if there's anyone inside.

Sometimes these places

lock their cleaning crews inside at night.

On it, Chief.

Capp, Newhouse. Get the arc air torches.

Herrmann and Mouch, load up on spare rods for 'em.

Fire Department! Call out! - Hey, door's locked.

Anyone's inside, let us know where you are!

Sir! We need access.

On your side of the door,

there should be a panic bar that you can press.

Sir!

How much longer?

Another five minutes.

That is not good enough.

Chief. This is bulletproof glass.

The arc torch would cut the glass in the window.

If I take off my gear, I can fit through that frame.

Okay.

Severide, Newhouse, I need you on the window.

Come on. - Let's go.

Pass it to me once I'm on the other side.

You got it.

Locate the janitor; get him to the door; hit the panic bar.

Right.

I got the victim! He's alive!

Casey!

Casey. Report.

Ceiling came down, Chief.

Okay, can you get through?

Casey.

He's over here.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

You took a couple of good lungfuls of smoke.

Take a deep breath.

Hey. Good job in there.

Okay. You're good.

Damn, baby, don't scare me like that.

As if she's confessing to me,

"I want you to treat me like a donkey."

You didn't.

Yeah, yes. Yes.

She smacked you? - Yes.

Oh, my God. I love it.

Hey, listen.

So Saturday is the three-month anniversary of Sylvie and me.

Yeah, when you become the beast with two backs.

Our first date. Look, whatever.

When is grandma leaving, all right?

'Cause Dawson's still at Brett's place

and now Shay's sister's there too,

and I want to invite Sylvie over to our place.

She's...not.

She's not what?

Baba's moving in with us, dude.

Yeah!

What?

I texted you this.

You can't text something like that!

That's a discussion.

It's not my fault you don't check your texts.