.
- If you got hurt, it would have been on me.
No more freelancing.
That ends now.
- It's time for me to leave 51.
I want to take the lieutenant test.
- I'm not gonna stand in your way
if you need to move on.
[dramatic music]
- Gibson, he seems like a pretty solid wingman.
Too bad he's just a floater, though.
I think it was his last shift with us.
[high-pitched ringing] - [muffled] Herrmann!
[clearly] Whoa, Herrmann!
- You shouldn't be here.
You need to see a doctor.
- Hearing aids?
- But your hearing loss may worsen.
You are right on the edge of CFD requirements.
- [muffled] You're going to be late, Christopher.
- Yeah, yeah.
- [clearly] Are they working?
- Yeah.
[soft music]
I guess they are.
- Then why are you scowling?
- I'm not scowling.
I--I just...
I don't want the guys to feel sorry for me.
I don't want them to treat me like I'm some frail...
old-timer.
* *
- Those hearing aids are so small.
No one's going to be thinking about them.
* *
- OK, listen up.
We've got some new blood to welcome to the firehouse.
- Everybody, this is Derrick Gibson.
- Hey, this guy.
- Yeah, he was floating on Truck 46
during that fire at the e-bike shop,
but now he rides on 81.
- It's about time we fill that empty seat
on a permanent basis.
So try not to scare him off.
- Well, I doubt anything can scare me
out of one of the best firehouses in the city.
- Hm.
- Welcome.
- You ever think about Squad?
- Uh... - [chuckles]
- Welcome. - Nice to meet you.
- "One of" the best firehouses in the city
and "permanent basis"?
We don't know anything about this guy.
- Well, we know he risked his neck to save Kylie.
- Yeah, jury's still out is all I'm saying.
- Mouch, why do you feel the need to vet
every firefighter that comes to 51?
- What? When have I done that?
- You did it to me.
- Well, you were pretty shady, though.
- Hey, Joe.
* *
- What's up, Chief?
- You have been confirmed for the lieutenant's test
coming up at the end of the month.
- Oh. Uh...
OK. Great. Yes.
Uh, thanks, Chief.
- Hey, Joe.
* *
You gotta chart your own course.
You earned that right.
- Thank you, Chief.
* *
- Hey, hey. He's coming.
- Shh, shh, shh, shh.
[indistinct chatter]
[all mouthing words silently]
* *
[hearing aid squeaking]
- Eh, you bunch of jerks!
[laughter] - Your face!
That was priceless.
Awesome. - Grow up, why don't you?
Hey, Ritter.
- Look, I had nothing to do with that, Lieutenant.
I swear.
- Yeah, I know.
I--I just wanted to thank you
for staying on me about my ears.
- Oh. Sure. - Yeah.
I mean, nobody likes a nag, but the truth is,
you probably-- probably saved my life,
and maybe some other lives too.
- I just wanted to be sure that--
- Yeah, all right, enough patting yourself on the back.
Come on. Let's get to work.
Come on.
* *
- The itinerary isn't finalized yet,
but I can promise you that it's not gonna be
your mother's bachelorette party.
- There's no way my mother had a bachelorette party.
Hi.
May we get two dozen assorted donuts
and a cheese Danish?
Mouch loves those.
- Sure thing. - Thank you.
Well, just tell me if you're planning on karaoke,
because I want to prepare for that.
- Oh, I'm not telling you. It's a surprise.
- We're not doing anything crazy, right,
like pole dancing class or paintball?
- I can neither confirm nor deny the details,
so don't bother asking.
- Oh, what about a flower arranging class?
- Hell no.
Stop asking questions, Brett. - [sighs]
- [mouthing silently]
[tense music]
- What is it?
- Something's wrong.
* *
- What do you mean?
- I think that woman, she just asked me for help.
* *
- Are you sure?
- I don't know.
* *
- Don't give me any trouble. Get in and shut up.
[dramatic music]
- Hey!
* *
[tires screeching]
That woman's in trouble.
* *
- Wait.
Brett, what is our plan?
- I don't know.
Just keep your eye on that car.
[engine turning over]
* *
.
[dramatic music]
- I can't see him.
Do we think we should just call this in and have PD handle it?
- Did you get the plate number?
- No, but it was a dark green Toyota.
Brett, what do you think this is,
like a domestic situation or human trafficking?
- I don't know.
She looked right at me and mouthed the words "help me"
when the guy wasn't paying attention.
- And you're sure about that?
- No, I'm not, but--
- I just want to make sure that we're not overreacting.
- Well, I hope we aren't, but we have to find out, right?
- Right, right.
OK.
* *
[car horn honking]
[tires screeching]
Brett!
- Don't. No lights or sirens.
We don't want them to know we're following them.
- OK.
Just be careful.
* *
[car horn honking]
* *
Oh, there he is.
He turned north. He turned north.
[tires screeching] OK, 61 to Main.
We're traveling east on Washington
towards Damen Avenue.
We're requesting a squad car to pick up pursuit
of a green Toyota we're currently following.
We have a possible abduction in progress.
We think the victim may be in immediate danger.
I repeat, requesting a squad car to our location.
- Thought ambo was bringing donuts.
- They better not get a cheese Danish.
That'll break me.
- Lieutenant, this came for you
priority overnight from Tucson.
Didn't know people still overnighted
physical documents.
- Thanks.
- It's simple.
Alls you do is go up to him and introduce yourself.
But keep lowering your voice.
And when he leans in real close, then wah!
You blast this in his face.
- It's gonna be hilarious.
- Yeah, it does sound funny, right?
But Herrmann is a lieutenant.
It's my first day.
So no.
No, thanks.
Sorry.
- Repeat, suspect is no longer traveling on Maypole.
He's northbound on Wolcott.
- Stand by, 61. - Hey, Chief.
- I'll try to reroute the squad car.
- I think something's up with your medics.
- Wait.
He just turned westbound on Lake.
Please relay that before he turns again.
This is taking too long.
- What are they doing?
- I don't know. I think they're trying
to get a squad car on a scene.
* *
- If he realizes we're tailing him and he takes off,
we'll never catch up to him in this barge.
[phone ringing]
- Chief. - Violet, talk to me.
What's happening?
- We have a possible abduction in progress.
We're following the suspect,
but the comms delay is killing us.
By the time dispatch gets the word to PD,
they're sending out a squad car
to where we were five minutes ago.
- OK, I'm on it.
District 4 to Main.
Pass me directly to CPD right now.
- Copy that, District 4. Stand by.
- Hey, Violet, what's your 20?
- Westbound on Lake at Hoyne.
- I need police units to rendezvous
with CFD ambulance 61 headed westbound on Lake at Hoyne.
- Copy that.
We'll get you your squad car, Chief.
- Violet, do you have a plate number?
- Negative, Chief. We're keeping a safe distance.
[tense music]
* *
- Hang on.
We're gonna run another light.
* *
[tires screeching] [car horn honking]
Oh--no! Who stops at a yellow?
- Chief, we just caught the light at Oakley.
Where's PD?
- Violet, your squad car is a mile out.
- Damn it.
* *
- Oh, no. He sees us.
* *
- He doesn't like this.
He is definitely up to no good.
* *
He made our tail.
He's on the move, Chief.
[siren blaring]
[truck horn honking]
[tires screeching]
- Oh! - No!
[sighing]
- We lost him, Chief. It's over.
[somber music]
* *
.
- As soon as I made eye contact,
she mouthed the words, "Help me."
And then the guy looked up,
and it was like the light went out of her.
- And the way he shoved her into that car,
that's when we really started to worry.
- He shoved her?
- Well, more like prodded her.
- But not gently. Like, angry.
- OK.
And you don't think this was just
some kind of a spat between the lady and her boyfriend?
- What? No.
- OK. I'm just trying to understand.
- If he wasn't doing anything wrong,
why did he bolt as soon as he realized
we were following him? - OK, yeah.
That's a little shifty.
But I can't launch a manhunt on a guy for running a red light.
- Daniel, I vouch for my medics.
If these two both get the same bad hit off of a situation,
there's something to it.
- I don't doubt that, Chief.
And I'm gonna do everything I can here,
but I'm gonna need a little bit more to go on
than a vague description
of a John and Jane Doe
in an unidentified green Toyota.
- Camry. We looked it up.
- 2010 or thereabouts.
It was a dark green Toyota
with an unpainted left front fender.
- OK. All right.
Give me a call if you think of anything else.
- Thank you, McDaniel.
- Thank you.
- Why do I feel like that's the last time
we'll hear from him?
- If only I had gotten the plate number.
- I should have moved sooner.
Maybe that's on me.
It just all happened so fast.
- Hey, do you want to go back to the diner?
- Yes. - To do what?
- I don't know. See if anyone saw anything
that could be helpful.
- Isn't that his job?
- He is not gonna follow up.
He didn't even write anything down, Chief.
- [sighs]
- Chief, if something happens to this woman,
I will never forgive myself.
Please.
- I'll remind you, you're on duty.
That being said, you want to burn a little fuel
looking for leads, I won't stop you.
But stay safe and in your still district.
- You got it, Chief.
* *
- Hey. Cruz, wait up.
How'd things end up with you and Severide?
You two get back on good terms?
- Oh, sort of.
He basically said, "Sorry, not sorry"
for going AWOL on squad way back when.
- Mm. - But then he kind of...
- He kind of what?
- He said if I wanted to pursue the officer track, you know,
head up my own unit, he wouldn't stand in the way.
I mean, he might as well have said, "There's the door."
- That would have been rough, even coming from him.
My guess is that he's saying it more out of respect for you,
you know, letting you make your own choice.
- Sure. Yeah.
Let's go with that.
[soft dramatic music]
* *
- Sounds like you guys had a real adventure out there.
- Yeah, we kind of did.
It was pretty crazy.
I just keep running it over in my head.
You ever wish you could rewind the clock
and adjust your reaction to something
now that you've had time to process it?
- Yeah, only every single day. - [chuckles]
- I actually didn't get any details.
What exactly happened?
- We were at a coffee shop,
and Brett was talking to the cashier--
- Carver, I gotta talk to you.
- Um, Vi--
- Actually, Brett's waiting for me.
I'll fill you in later.
- I just got off with Pete Durkin over at 32
where Gibson floated for a couple shifts
back in the fall.
Get this.
While he was there, a bar of soap went missing.
- A--a bar of soap?
Are--are you serious right now?
- A new one.
- Oh.
- Ritter, buddy!
I need you to do your Google magic
and see what you can dig up on the new guy, Gibson.
- Magic? I don't do Google magic.
I just google.
And I'm not digging into Gibson's personal life
for no reason.
- I'll find someone else to help.
* *
- Captain.
- Lieutenant. I was in the neighborhood.
Thought I'd stop by.
- In the neighborhood?
- Did you get the ATF case file?
- Did you put my name back on their investigator list?
- No.
I'll leave that to you.
But this is a big case.
They could use your help.
So I told them to send it to you.
- Captain, I appreciate all the effort,
but I'm not doing fire investigation right now.
- Look.
Kelly, I'm not sure why you backed away from freelancing
with the most important arson team in the country,
but I can guess--
not wanting to follow in your dad's footsteps,
for one thing?
- It's not that.
- OK.
But whatever the reason, it's not good enough.
You know how many lives can be saved
with just one arson arrest.
- I do, but now--
now's a tricky time.
That's all.
- I don't make it a habit of pressuring
firefighters into the job.
In fact, I've never done it before.
But you have the talent and the passion for this
and a bright future once you retire from squad,
if you want it.
Don't let all that go to waste for any reason.
[soft music]
* *
- Don't let the ribbing get to you.
These guys have got the attention span
of a goldfish.
They'll be bored with it by next shift.
- It's actually a relief.
You know, at least these guys,
they're not treating me with kid gloves.
That'd drive me nuts.
And I'd be lying if I said that,
you know, these things weren't getting me down.
It's hard to convince myself that I'm still in my prime
when I'm wearing them.
- Belay that talk.
You didn't get 'em because of your age.
You got 'em because you threw yourself on a bomb.
- The ear doc says there's no guarantee
that they won't keep getting worse, though,
in which case,
even these won't help anymore.
- And if it comes to that,
you have to be straight with me, all right?
- I will.
Hey.
How do we, uh-- we feel about this new kid?
- Gibson? - Mm-hmm.
- He has high praise from every officer he's ever worked for.
- But is he 51 material?
- I don't know if it's as simple as that.
- Hmm. - I think you have to see
what a person brings to the firehouse
and what the firehouse brings out of them.
I think that's how we find the special ones.
* *
- Yep.
And this house is full of very...special people.
[light music]
* *
You know my eyes are still working, right?
- Told you he could see us.
- Hey, what'd you say, Hermie? - [chuckles]
- Hey.
- Thank you.
- Hi. Do you remember us?
- Of course.
Did you come back for your donuts?
- Actually, we came to ask about the couple
that was here earlier-- people that we ran out after.
- Yeah, they were sitting in that booth right there.
- Yeah, yeah.
Uh, there was a cop in here a little while ago
asking the same thing.
- Really?
- Oh, Officer McDaniel's on the case.
Did he learn anything useful?
- I don't think so.
Nobody knew much about them.
- Oh.
- The guy's been in here before,
but none of the wait staff knows his name.
He never really says much and only pays in cash, so...
- What about the security camera?
Did the officer check the footage?
- Yeah, but he wasn't real impressed.
So this is the best angle we have.
You still really can't see their faces.
- Can we see the rest of the footage?
- I guess so, sure.
- Why? What are you looking for?
- Maybe we weren't the only ones
that woman was asking help from.
- I don't think she talked to anybody.
[tense music]
* *
- What's going on here?
- Just--just getting rid of her menu.
* *
- Wait a minute.
* *
- "Call 911. I think he's going to kill me."
* *
.
- You know, I noticed the menu moment in the video,
and I just didn't read anything into it.
- Yeah, the waitress missed it too.
But the main thing is now we know
this woman really needs help.
- No doubt.
- We thought maybe you could pull
her fingerprints off that menu.
- Along with yours and 100 other people.
It won't get us anywhere.
But this note might help convince my captain
to free up some resources.
We can put out a BOLO, maybe pull some footage
from the pod cameras, try to ID the car.
I'm gonna go talk to him right now.
I'll be in touch.
- Hope he can find her, fast.
- If it's not already too late.
- Hey.
- So, uh,
what's this?
- It's an ATF case file,
a murder-arson in Arizona.
- I thought that you weren't on
their investigator list anymore.
- I'm not.
Van Meter sent the file, and I said I'd look at it.
- Why would you do that, Kelly?
[tense music]
- Look, Stella. I'm not hiding this from you.
[chuckles] I was going to--
- I had no choice with that arsonist
who was targeting firehouses.
I had to let you take that on.
- You're right. I had to do it.
This is something I want.
This ATF team, they're the best.
Working with them would open doors for me down the road,
like if I wanted to run OFI someday.
But you still don't trust me,
so how do we get through this deadlock?
- Not by bulldozing over me.
- I'm not. I get it now.
* *
Let me show you I can handle a case like this
and then come back home to you.
- You're asking, but it seems
like you have already made the decision.
- I haven't promised him anything.
* *
If you're not OK with me going, then...
I won't go--simple as that.
* *
Just think it over, OK?
* *
- OK.
* *
- Ah, "Collapse of Burning Buildings:
A Guide to Fireground Safety."
I remember it well.
- No spoilers. - [chuckles]
How long you been on the job, Gibson?
- A little over 2 1/2 years.
- Chicago born and raised?
- Garfield Park.
- Go Sox. - Hell yeah.
- Any family members in the fire service?
- Nah, just me.
[soft music]
- What's your sport?
- My sport?
- Don't tell me you're not an athlete.
* *
- Just played a little football in high school.
That's about it.
- Hey, guys.
- Oh, good. The donuts are here.
* *
I guess half a Danish won't kill me.
- Mm-hmm.
- Sorry to leave you hanging before.
- It's all good.
I got the lowdown from Ritter. - Mm-hmm.
- You guys have any luck out there?
- Nope, not really.
- We confirmed that the woman was in danger,
but the cops have so little to go on.
It's not very hopeful.
- Unless they can somehow identify this guy.
But we don't know the first thing about him.
Here.
- Hmm. You know one thing.
- Hmm? - He's a shingler.
- A what? - A shingler. A roofer.
See how his work boots are all worn out on the inner sides?
That's from straddling steep-pitched roofs.
- You can tell that just by looking at his boots?
- Sure.
I've worked with a lot of those guys.
- Wow. Carver, that's, like,
some Sherlock Holmes-level deduction.
[alarm blaring]
- Truck 81, Squad 3, ambulance 61.
Person trapped, 1400 East Ashland Avenue.
[sirens wailing]
[dramatic music]
* *
- Squad, stand by.
I'll see what we're dealing with.
[indistinct chatter] [indistinct PA announcements]
- They're in aisle 10.
That way.
- Fire department coming through.
- Hey, step aside, please.
- Hey, back up, guys. Give us some room.
Hey, guys, back up.
- Where's the victim?
* *
- [sobbing]
* *
.
- Can you hear me? - Make room, guys.
- Do you know where you are? - [sobbing] Yes.
- Please.
- All right, we're gonna take care of you.
I'm gonna need you to breathe nice and easy, OK?
- This is not my operator's fault.
She must have gone around the barricade.
- Sir, maybe you can help direct the shoppers
away from the area. - Come on, people.
Let's clear the aisle, please.
- Yeah, let's give these folks some room.
- Hey. Back up.
- Severide, I know that's a serious piece of metal,
but is there any way for us to leave it in place?
If we remove it on site,
I doubt she'll survive the hemorrhaging.
- Yeah. Hey, Cruz.
Bring in the K12.
Yeah, it'll take some work... - Copy.
- But we'll cut it down to a manageable size.
- It's pretty close to her spine,
so as much as you can minimize movement.
- Will do. [woman sobbing]
Double time, Cruz.
* *
- [sobbing]
- I'm gonna give you something for the pain,
and then we're gonna get you out of here, OK?
- Please, I don't want to die.
* *
- All right, let's get rid of this pallet.
* *
- [crying]
* *
- All right, easy.
- Clear up, come on. Coming through.
Coming through. K12 coming in.
- Hey, Cruz, we're gonna use this water
to cool down the steel. - Yeah. Copy, copy.
- OK, guys. Watch your eyes.
* *
[saw buzzing]
[saw shuts off]
- What? What's the problem?
- Forklift must've raised the shelf in the accident.
It's putting a serious load on the fork.
- OK, what's that mean?
- That means when he makes his cut,
the piece that's going through her,
it's gonna kick back like a mule.
- That can't happen. It'll kill her.
* *
- Uh, hey.
Uh, I need one of your guys to lower the forklift.
- You want my guys to move that thing while it's in her?
- Yeah, quick. - No, sir.
I won't allow that. Way too much liability.
- Carver. - Huh?
- You ever work one of these? - Once or twice.
They're pretty straightforward. - Yeah, go.
- Hey, why don't you guys quit the chitchat
and help the poor lady?
- Hey, we are working on it.
Just stay back, please.
- Working on it?
To us, it looks like you're not doing anything.
- Hey, Carver, just lower this shelf down
onto the pins, steady as you can.
[crowd chattering] - Copy that.
* *
[forklift whirring]
- OK.
Carver, Carver, a little lower.
* *
[grinding]
OK, a little more.
Tilt forward. [forklift whirring]
- What are you waiting for?
Do your job!
- Hey, hey, pal. Zip it.
We got this. - No, you zip it.
We're watching you!
- Hey!
Quiet down.
- Little lower.
[forklift whirring]
[loud bang] - Set.
- OK, OK. Lock it off.
Right there. Let's go. - Whoa.
- Clear the aisle. Back up, folks.
- Didn't I watch you win the Cicero semifinals?
- Yeah, sure.
Folks, back up.
* *
- All right, watch your eyes.
- What's he talking about?
- I have no idea. [saw buzzing]
* *
[whirring]
- There we go.
I'll get her feet.
All right. Let's go.
- Make a hole. Let 'em through.
* *
Come on. Quick, quick. Please.
* *
- They got her stabilized.
Trauma surgeon's in with her now.
Sounds like there's a good chance
she can make it through this.
- Wow, she will have a hell of a story to tell.
- Yeah, no kidding.
- I was thinking,
if Carver is right about this guy being a roofer,
there's gotta be some way we can use that information.
- Well, they said he comes into the coffee shop a lot.
Maybe he works nearby.
We could visit roofing companies in the area,
show 'em the video.
Maybe someone will recognize him.
- Let's go.
- I'm gonna get a fresh blade on the K12.
- Yeah, great.
- Good work, Gibson.
If you weren't backing me up,
I might've had to get physical with that blowhard.
- [chuckles] I would have enjoyed that.
Hell of a call.
- So, does a little crowd control,
and now you're Team Gibson.
- Have you ever heard of the Cicero semifinals?
- What's that?
- Guy back at the store said Gibson won it.
Seemed like a pretty big deal,
but Gibson just brushed him off.
- Huh. What do you make of that?
- I think we're long overdue for Ritter's Google magic.
- Mm.
[chuckles]
- So I thought about what you said.
- Mm-hmm.
- I think you're right.
If Severide told me to stay put,
I would have resented it, even felt trapped.
[soft music]
Still,
I can't tell if he cares whether I stay or go.
* *
- I just want to say I wouldn't have looked at
just any case file.
This thing in Tucson is a big deal.
A federal agent was killed by a cartel operating in--
- You should go.
* *
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
I don't ever want you to feel trapped.
So you have my blessing as long as you come back soon.
- That's the plan.
- But if you go MIA on me again,
if you leave me in the dark...
- I know.
I know.
* *
- And...
I'm not the only one whose permission you should ask.
- Boden's already on board.
- I'm not talking about Boden.
* *
- [sighs]
- Any luck? - No.
I'm getting a lot of weird looks from these guys,
like it's somehow offensive to suggest that all roofers
know each other. - Ah.
Who's next?
- TSG Roofing Solutions, 2200 West Halsted.
That's outside our still district.
- I won't tell Boden if you don't.
Did something happen between you and Carver?
- What?
No. No.
And it's not going to.
- Hmm, seemed like there was a little spark there,
the way you touched his arm earlier.
I don't know.
- There's something about him. I get drawn in.
Can't help it, you know.
But I can't risk getting involved
with another first responder who could end up
getting killed right in front of me.
Can't do it.
- Aww, Vi. That's a lot to carry.
- Yep.
[somber music]
It's coming up here on the left, 2200.
[suspenseful music]
- Violet, that's his car.
- Don't stop. Keep going.
* *
[line ringing]
- Hey, Mikami.
No updates to report yet.
- McDaniel, we found him.
- What? How? - We found him.
His car is at 2200 West Halsted.
You have to get here.
- I'm five minutes away.
Is the woman with him?
- We don't know.
We can only see his car. - OK.
Don't do anything. I'm coming.
- Copy.
He's coming.
* *
- [sighs] Carver is never gonna let me forget
that he was right about this guy being a roofer.
- Come on, Officer McDaniel.
Where are you?
[dramatic music]
- Uh-oh. Something's happening.
- There she is.
* *
He's taking her somewhere.
No, no, no, no.
[line ringing] - [grunting]
* *
- Ugh. God, this is bad.
- Officer McDaniel. Leave me a message.
- [groans] Voicemail.
OK, what do we do?
* *
- I'm not gonna lose him again.
[engine starting]
* *
[tires screeching]
* *
[panting]
* *
[tires screeching]
[crashing]
- Is he crazy?
What is he doing?
* *
[crashing]
.
- Are you OK? - Oh, my God.
[dramatic music]
He's insane.
[tires screeching]
[crashing]
- No!
Run! Go!
Run!
[sirens wailing] - Let me go!
- No! - Let me go!
- Get out of the car!
Show me your hands! Show me your hands!
Get out! - Hey, hey, stay there.
Stay there. Stay there. - Let's go.
- [grunts] Let's go.
Got me?
- [grunts] All right!
- [sobs] - It's OK. You're safe.
- [sobbing] Thank you.
Oh, my God.
- It's OK.
- Thank you.
- OK.
* *
- What's up, Lieutenant?
- I need to go away for a little while.
Another arson case with the ATF.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, if you're good with it.
- If I'm good?
You're asking me?
- I won't go unless you're willing to step into my shoes,
like you did before,
take care of Squad 3 till I get back.
[soft music]
There's no one else I trust.
* *
- Talk to me, Ritter.
Did you work your Google magic?
- Yeah, Mouch.
I typed in Google.com, and presto.
- And what'd you learn?
- Well, the Cicero semifinals
is an amateur boxing tournament.
Did you know Gibson was a Golden Gloves
regional contender?
He was undefeated, actually,
and then he just walked away and became a firefighter.
- Huh.
Wonder why he made the switch.
- What I wonder is why would he leave out
that piece of information when I asked him
a direct question about sports?
* *
- Oh.
- Well, your new paramedic chief is on her way here,
curious to hear how you managed to crash your rig
outside your still district.
- Seriously, that's what she's concerned about?
- Well, I'm happy to tell her about Mia Sandoval,
a woman whose abusive ex-boyfriend
went off the rails when she filed
a restraining order against him.
- Yeah, he essentially kidnapped her for three days
and threatened to kill her if she left his sight.
- Yeah, if the new chief wants to write us up
for driving five blocks out of the district
so we could save Mia's life, then she can...
- Maybe it's better I speak
to your paramedic chief on your behalf.
- No, I would really like
to have that conversation with her.
* *
[sighs] You're right.
You should talk to her.
- And I will let her know that you two
always find some trouble to get into.
- Thank you, Chief.
* *
- Hey, Chief.
You got a minute?
- Yeah.
- It's about the lieutenant's test coming up.
I don't think it's the right time.
* *
- You're withdrawing your name.
- Maybe down the road.
* *
- It'll be nice to have you here for a while longer, Joe.
* *
- Hey.
Gibson just told me he's gonna come to Molly's tonight.
- Putting in the effort to connect with the team.
That's good.
- That's what I was thinking too.
Are you guys gonna ask him about the boxing thing?
- I don't know.
I mean, he had a chance
to bring it up with me and with Carver,
and he didn't.
- I guess people have their reasons for not talking.
- And it is his personal business.
- I may have been a little overzealous
in my pursuit of knowledge.
Maybe we just give the kid a little leeway.
- Yeah.
It's not easy being the new guy at 51.
[soft music]
- Wrong.
The first organized fire brigade
was established in ancient Rome
because they had so many fires--
like, 1,000 fires a day.
- That doesn't sound right.
- Well, it is.
- What was burning then?
Everything was made of marble.
[muffled speech] I haven't finished the podcast.
[indistinct speech]
- Another round for my fellow truckies, on the house.
Welcome to the team, Gibson.
- Thanks, Mouch.
Did you just steal these?
- You're brand new here,
so I will forgive your ignorance,
but I am co-owner of this establishment.
- OK. Well, shouldn't you be behind the bar?
Seems like they're a little shorthanded.
- [chuckles] Uh, I don't sling drinks, Gibson.
I'm more of a big picture guy.
- [chuckles] Gotcha.
- Mm. Uh-oh. Looks like my drink's broken.
Let's get one more round on me.
- I can't. My ride is here.
- Oh, but it's not--oh.
That's right. I keep forgetting.
You're a responsible mom now.
- All right. I'll see you on shift.
- OK.
[upbeat music playing]
* *
- Can I get you a refill?
A hero like you shouldn't have to buy
her own drinks tonight.
- I can take care of myself, Carver.
Thank you.
- I know you can.
- You know, I'm probably done anyway.
[soft music]
* *
- Hey, Violet.
- You following me to the bathroom?
- This hot and cold thing you're doing,
I'm starting to get whiplash.
Just when I think we got some good energy going,
you ice me out.
I mean, what's your deal?
* *
You, uh, want to get out of here?
- Yeah.
* *
- Is that my cab?
- Mm-hmm.
We need to replace that angle valve under the sink.
I was gonna call the landlord.
- No.
No way.
Johann's never fixed anything right in his life.
- [chuckles] - I'll do it when I get back.
- OK.
Then I'll wait.
* *
- See you soon.
* *
- I'll see you soon.
* *
[car door slams]
.
[dramatic music]
* *
[wolf howls]