If you wanna transfer to 51, you should just tell Chief.
Just in case.
In case what?
What are you on?
Speed and benzos is my guess.
[grunts]
I need to get out. I need to go.
[dramatic music]
James, what's going on?
My mom, she's in jail.
I raised that boy like my own.
This is your home too.
You can stay here as long as you want.
♪
St. John's it's called, north side of Portland.
She says it's gorgeous.
It rains 174 days a year in Portland.
I looked it up. - Is that right?
Well, Brett doesn't seem to mind.
She's loving it.
Oh, Brett was nice.
But if you moved across the country,
that would be a tragedy.
Promise me you won't.
A little on the high side today, Kathy.
Are you taking your ramipril?
The pink diamond-shaped pills?
The orange and white capsules.
The pink circles are your Coumadin.
And the blue triangles are your--you know what?
I'll just write that down again for you.
You taking your walks like we talked about?
There's no better medicine for that ticker than a nice walk.
There were 617 murders in Chicago last year.
They said it on the news.
That is way too many.
Oh, I almost forgot.
I got a little something for you.
You are in for a treat.
[soft upbeat music]
Trudy's famous sausage and ricotta lasagna.
Made fresh last night.
The trouble you go to for me.
No one's ever taken such good care of me, Randall.
Not my whole life.
It is no trouble at all.
♪
[knocks on door]
I'm sorry. I slept through both my alarms.
I was so busy last night.
I was picking up fares till 4:00 a.m.
You know, you can't keep pushing yourself
like this forever, son.
If you need a rest day, you should take it.
What I need is the money.
I can't keep living with you forever, right?
You know, I think you'll make much more driving
than uploading fire reports for me.
The app won't let us
drive for longer than 12 hours anyway, so...
Plus, I know you really need the extra hands.
Are those the reports by the computer out there?
Uh-huh. You need help getting situated?
No, I'm good to go.
OK.
[soft dramatic music]
♪
You heard anything from Gibson?
No, and I don't really expect to.
I'm sure he's got a lot to sort through.
- I just hope he's OK. - Me too.
But it's going to be a long road.
There she is. [chuckles]
Oh, Kylie.
[chuckles] Our first shift together.
Oh, you have no idea how excited this makes me.
And I know, I know, it's just one shift.
But like I said,
I'm always down to float whenever our schedules line up.
You're loving 46, though, huh?
I'm liking 46.
But I promised my lieutenant
I'd stick it out for at least a year, so...
Well, it's great to see that fresh face of yours
on Truck 81.
Mm, thanks.
Mm-hmm.
We got a lot of fresh faces around here today.
Oh, I've been bopping around a bit.
20, 67, 105, 40.
Wow, OK, so that's kind of your thing, bopping around.
Yeah, maybe.
Why do you say that?
I noticed in your file that you started
your paramedic training at Lakeside,
but you finished at Crystal Valley College.
Oh, yeah, there was a bit too much drama for me at Lakeside,
so I transferred out to CBC.
What--what kind of drama did you get into at Lakeside?
Oh, you know, the kind where
you get busted for hooking up with your anatomy instructor
and then everyone blows a gasket?
[laughs]
[chuckling] No, like,
really, what happened at Lakeside?
Oh, no, that happened.
Yeah, it was kind of a whole thing.
Everyone got pretty bent out of shape.
Especially his wife.
But that is all I'm going to say.
[softly] Yeah.
So what about you? You ever date a married guy?
[alarm blares]
No?
Truck 81, Squad 3, Engine 61, Ambo 61.
Structure fire, 3176 South Malvern.
[sirens wailing]
[suspenseful music]
♪
Hey, listen up!
We got subdivided space in there
with thick soundproof walls
that trap a tremendous amount of heat,
and we do not have a lot of time.
Squad, primary search.
Truck, vent the roof, open up the back.
Herrmann, lead out.
We lost some time.
All right, squad. Let's mask up!
All right, Mouch, Kylie, you're going up on the roof.
Carver, you're with me.
- All right. - Let's go.
♪
Hey, Herrmann! Figure out where that smoke's coming from.
We're going deep.
All right, I'm on it.
♪
[groans]
Herrmann, first door Bravo side!
- Copy that. - Let's keep moving.
There's more rooms down here.
♪
Fire department. Call out!
Please, in here!
Help me! Ah! I'm burning up!
♪
Please, please! I'm burning up!
Hey!
Let's see if there's an adjacent room accessible
and go through the wall.
Capp, battering ram at K12.
Tony, you're with me. Let's move.
[suspenseful music]
Tony.
[shelves clank]
♪
They must have layered walls for soundproofing.
It'll keep the flames off him for a few minutes.
Gotta be getting hot in there, though!
- [indistinct shouting] - Hey, we're coming!
Hurry! I'm burning up! Please!
[buzzsaw revving]
♪
Ah! I'm burning up! Please! [screams]
- Capp, hit it with the ram. - Copy.
Get low! We're almost there! [person screams]
Cover yourself with anything you can find!
It burns! Get me out of here!
[coughing] - Why don't you sit down?
All right, let's sit you down right here.
We're going to set an IV
and give you something for the pain, OK?
[coughs] OK.
Right here.
Set an IV and give him 25 micrograms of fentanyl.
Copy that.
Anyone else in there?
No, no, no, I don't think so.
I'm usually the only one around at this hour. [groans]
You have any idea what might have caused the fire?
I usually can't hear anything in that booth.
I like to write in there. It's so quiet, you know?
I guess I dozed off.
And all of a sudden, the whole studio is on fire.
All right, thanks.
Any shortness of breath?
- Pushing fentanyl. - Copy.
A little.
But the skin feels like it's about to melt off my face.
Dry, sterile dressing?
Yes.
Looks like you've got second-degree burns here.
And mild smoke inhalation based on your oxygen levels,
so we're going to wrap these burns and take you to Med, OK?
Here's the 4x4s and I have the non-rebreather standing by.
Great.
[air hissing]
There you go.
Hey, squad can handle overhaul
if you guys want to pick up.
Oh, wow, that is very generous of you, Lieutenant.
I just noticed a few things that got me curious.
I want to make sure
whoever Van Meter sends out here is on top of it.
Uh-huh.
Hey.
Hey, sir, you can't go in there.
I'm the owner. What happened?
Was anyone hurt?
We got one person from the building.
Oh, thank God.
Must be my studio manager. Is he OK?
Our medics took him to Chicago Med with some burns
on his neck and arms, but nothing serious.
So he's OK.
Wish we could say the same for your property,
but the fire was already out of control when we got here.
I don't give a damn about this stuff.
I'm just grateful no one was hurt badly.
Where did you say you took him?
Chicago Med.
It's a hell of a thing what you all do for us.
Thank you.
[car door clicks]
♪
[brakes hiss]
Ooh, that guy's a cutie, huh?
Yeah, he's all right.
Is he single?
I don't know.
Is he boring?
No, he's pretty fun, actually.
Does he ever, uh, date co-workers?
Or does he have one of those, like,
quote-unquote, "policies"?
Uh, I, uh--
Doesn't matter.
Even those guys have a funny way of changing their minds.
Hey, got a sec?
Hey.
[soft music]
I wanna show you something.
- Hey, quick question. - Let me guess.
You're having trouble with the city data portal?
Actually, yeah, it keeps crashing on me for no reason.
What is it, like, 20 years old?
Yeah, it took me months to figure out
how to upload fire reports on the first try.
I think you have to be over 50 to understand it.
[both chuckle]
Really, though, I was just wondering
do you know how long it takes to get paid around here?
First check? Two or three weeks.
[softly] Wow.
If you need it sooner, I know the payroll manager
from my time on Chief Boden's desk.
I can put in a call, see if they'll expedite it.
- Yeah? - I can't make any promises.
You wouldn't believe the amount of red tape
just to order extra printer toner.
[both chuckle]
That would be huge, if you could help.
Yeah, totally.
I'll let you know.
Thanks, Kylie.
You're the best. [chuckles]
[somber music]
♪
[Severide chuckles]
I was hoping you'd get a head start.
You handling this one yourself?
Half the CFD is out sick this week, apparently.
Any impressions so far?
Definitely suspicious.
You see that?
- Stone wool insulation. - Fire-rated.
It had to be pushing 2,000 degrees in here
for it to melt like that.
You got an origin point yet?
Found three of them so far--
one down the hall in the next studio
and one in the control room back there.
And one right here.
That narrow V pattern definitely says accelerant.
The smell, it's not familiar.
Maybe some kind of cleaning product?
Yeah. Whatever it was,
I think it may have reacted with the formaldehyde
off-gassing from the insulation,
which is why it makes it so difficult to identify the odor.
I think the smell is getting stronger over here.
Oh.
Yeah.
[ominous music]
If it's OK with you, I'm going to give Van Meter
a hand on this one, chief.
- Yeah, of course. - Thanks.
There's two vehicles parked in the back lot.
One belongs to Dale Smith,
the guy you rescued from the fire.
The other one belongs to a Wyatt Sullivan,
the studio manager.
I'm assuming that's our John Doe.
That's who the owner was worried about.
Apparently the owner is still over at Med.
Let's give him a call.
[soft suspenseful music]
♪
- You were at the fire. - Kelly Severide.
This is Captain Van Meter
with the Office of Fire Investigation.
Billy Nicholson. I own Canal Port Studios.
[sighs] What's left of it.
That's Jane, my studio manager's wife.
I just can't believe this is really happening.
Poor Jane.
She texted me this morning in a panic
that Wyatt didn't come home last night
and wasn't picking up his phone.
[Billy sighs]
I just got this sinking feeling.
Where were you at that time?
My house up in Lake Geneva.
I got in my car and I drove straight down to the studio,
but it was...
I'm sorry.
I just should have been here.
Any idea what happened, Mr. Nicholson?
I don't know.
But we have been having problems with this one client.
The guy we pulled from the fire?
Dale? No, no, no.
Dale is a solid guy, long-time client.
Never had any issues there.
I'm talking about Antoine Kennedy.
Says he's a rap artist,
but always seemed more like a drug dealer to me.
This guy just had that vibe, you know?
Booked the studio for four weeks,
paid half up front in cash
and then kept stringing me along on the balance.
So finally, I told Wyatt to kick him out.
When was that?
Last night.
Antoine was not happy, to say the least.
He sent Wyatt some texts after he left.
Pretty disturbing stuff in retrospect.
Wyatt forwarded it to me.
Yeah, I wish I would have taken it more seriously,
but I just thought it was bluster.
- Where can we find Antoine? - I don't know.
He didn't sign a contract. We're pretty informal.
Well, we appreciate your time.
If you could forward those texts
with anything else that you think could be helpful,
that'd be great.
Mm.
♪
Should we get PD to put a BOLO out
on this Antoine character?
Definitely.
PD is stretched so thin.
I'm not sure I see this ranking high
on their priority list, unfortunately.
So we track him down ourselves.
♪
[TV chatter]
And there goes another Cubs championship down the drain.
It's the third game of the season, brother.
You got to--
Kathy? What are you doing here?
Well, you said to walk more, so--
I didn't mean walk a mile and a half in one shot.
Also, I had to get this back to you.
Oh, that was not necessary. Come here, have a seat.
Such a gentleman, Randall.
- Are you feeling OK? - Right as rain.
Just a little winded.
It's been ages since I've been out and about.
Kathy, this really isn't a good time for a visit.
I mean, we could get called out of the house at any moment.
That's so exciting.
Yeah, well,
it's better I call you an Uber to take you home, OK?
Oh, that's not necessary, Randall.
I got myself here. I can get myself home.
No, I insist.
I'll, uh-- let's get my phone.
Such a gentleman.
Don't give me that look.
What look?
I promised Brett
I would take care of the paramedicine program
with the same TLC she always gave it.
I don't remember any paramedics and patients
just popping in here unannounced
when she was running it.
I will not let your cynicism infect me.
[soft suspenseful music]
♪
So what's the motive?
Revenge?
Studio manager kicks him out, makes him feel disrespected,
he takes off, stews for a while,
maybe his buddies get in his ear,
he goes back, pops the studio manager,
torches the place to cover it up.
I buy it.
Guy looks the part, I'll give him that.
I won't be surprised if the ME finds
a 9-millimeter slug inside the victim.
[mouse clicking]
Interesting.
He practically lives at this place on Cermak,
Poppin' Billiards.
He's posting from there all the time.
♪
Are you going to go alone?
I'm just going to go ask around.
What if he's there?
I'll call for backup.
Please be careful.
Always.
♪
That portal still crashing on you?
Here, let me show you something.
Nope. [keyboard clicks]
All good, got it.
Oh, uh, sorry.
It's not what you think.
None of my business. [chuckles softly]
I'm about to lose my mom's house.
I thought it'd be smart just to rent it out
so I could keep paying the mortgage while I'm in Chicago.
I cut a deal with some friends of friends.
But like a dumbass, I didn't make them put down a deposit.
They haven't paid a dime of rent.
They're throwing wild parties,
trashing the place, refusing to leave.
I've been reading up on Michigan State laws.
I got to take them to court.
And I'm already behind on the mortgage.
That's why you needed your paycheck rushed?
♪
You don't have to do this alone.
He's done enough.
This is my screw-up. I'm going to fix it.
So the trick is to drag the file into the upload menu
instead of selecting it.
And never, ever hit the back button.
♪
I won't say anything.
But I really think you should.
♪
[hip-hop music playing]
♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪
[fire alarm blaring]
[tense music]
♪
Hey.
[grunts]
♪
Yo, Antoine!
[sirens wailing] Antoine!
♪
Police! Stop!
Get your ass down.
On your knees, right now.
[police chattering]
♪
[car door clicks] [engines start]
I thought you said PD was stretched
too thin to prioritize our guy.
How'd you get them to send in the cavalry?
Chem analysis from the scene came back.
Turns out the arsonist torched the place with acetone.
Enough to believe he's involved
in methamphetamine production, I take it?
Or heroin or MDMA or take your pick.
You can observe the interview as a courtesy.
But we ask the questions.
- Understood. - OK.
So...
how long you been in the drug trade, Antoine?
[sighs] I ain't in the drug trade, bruh.
I'm a musician. Check the Spotify profile.
Oh, we did.
We've been enjoying your music, actually.
I like that song "Chalk Slinger,"
the one where you rap about dealing meth for six minutes?
Y'all for real right now?
It's called art.
The whole akslinga thing, that ain't really me, you know?
It's a character. - Fair enough.
So tell us, is there some music-related use for acetone?
The hell is acetone?
Acetone is a precursor chemical
in the production of several common street drugs, Antoine.
It's also highly flammable.
Why'd you run when you saw me?
Because the second a fireman came looking for me,
I knew y'all was going to try
to hang that studio thing on me.
And I was right too, wasn't I?
Now that you mention it,
where were you between 3:00 and 6:00 this morning?
Home sleeping. Where were you?
Can anyone back you up on that?
Nope, I was alone. For once.
Billy said you owed him money,
that you were stringing him along
for two weeks until he finally
had to have a studio manager come kick you out last night.
Bruh, that ain't even how it happened.
OK? Dude is lying.
I was all paid up.
Then last night, Wyatt busts in
saying there's some big name that wants to book my studio
and they offering three times the rate.
So now I got to match it or clear out.
Him and Billy was always doing shady stuff like that
to keep that broke-ass place running.
You basically threatened to kill the guy, Antoine.
I didn't mean it like that, a'ight?
I was pissed off and I had a right to be.
They kicked me out for no reason.
I could prove it too.
I was in the middle of a take when Wyatt came in.
Whole thing is on tape.
Was on tape.
Till it got burned up in the fire.
Along with our only eyewitness.
Which is all pretty convenient, huh?
That ain't convenient.
It's a damn tragedy.
I had 40 hours of my blood, sweat, and tears on that tape.
Now it's just gone forever.
A man's dead.
But losing 40 hours of his music,
that's the tragedy?
♪
We're going to hold him,
get a warrant to search his place.
We find any product--
hell, we find one drop of acetone,
that's checkmate, fellas.
♪
You're not convinced he's our guy.
I didn't feel like he was lying.
And if his story is true,
he may not be the studio's only disgruntled client.
But these two, are laser-focused on one guy
when they should be turning over every rock.
It's a good thing someone loves turning over rocks.
You know what this house needs?
An air fryer. Trudy and I recently got one.
And all I can say is life-changing.
Aren't they just tiny ovens?
Well, it'd take like four of them to feed everybody.
Listen, I can't explain the science behind it,
but everything tastes better in an air fryer.
Hey, you guys know anything about
the random lady crashed out in the bunk room?
[item clatters on floor]
[tense music]
♪
Kathy, you got to wake up.
♪
[chuckling] Mm.
You can't be here, Kathy.
I know. I'm sorry. [chuckles softly]
I promise I won't get in the way.
I just--
it's hard to be away from you.
I know how that sounds, but it's true.
It's like I was underwater until you came into my life.
Now the only time I can breathe
is when I'm around you, Randall.
I'm sorry, but you have to go.
I mean it. Right now.
Come on, you got to go. - OK, OK.
I can take a hint. [chuckles softly]
♪
I'll still see you on Wednesday, though, right?
You know I'm worthless at keeping my meds straight.
Sure, Kathy, you bet. I'll see you then.
♪
[sighs]
And the thing about 115 was the nicknames.
So not funny.
Like there was this guy they called Smacky.
Why is he called Smacky?
Because he likes to smack people.
I mean, come on, people,
stir your creative juices a little.
[chuckles]
So what about--
what about 51, what's our thing?
- Honestly? - Mm-hmm.
51 is pretty dope so far.
On the plus side, lots of action.
Everyone is super nice.
On the minus side, not a ton of young people.
I'm 27, and so is Ritter.
And Carver, he's only like 30--
You're only 27? Wow, you seem so much older.
Hey, so is it true you guys hang out
at some place called Mary's after work?
Sounds kind of religious.
No, it's called Molly's and it's a bar.
It's a great bar.
Cool.
I mean, I'm not a big Wicker Park person,
but I'm flexible.
Ambulance 61, child injured, unknown causes,
2339 Grove Avenue. - [sighs] OK.
Copy that, main. Ambo 61 en route.
[siren starts wailing]
[tense music]
This place is creeping me out.
Is this even the right address?
61 to main-- - Shh. Just wait.
♪
Hello?
♪
Did someone call for help?
In the basement, hurry!
Stay on my hip, and don't do anything until I tell you to.
OK? - Yep.
♪
[dramatic music]
We're paramedics. You can put it down.
Put that gun on the ground now, right now.
It was an accident, I swear to God.
Is he dead?
I don't know. We have to check him out.
Can you put the gun on the ground, please?
Right now.
If he's dead, they won't just send me to juvie again!
If he is alive, we can help him.
But not until you put the gun down, OK?
[tense music]
No.
♪
What's your name, bud?
Theo.
I'm Rosie.
You know... that's Violet.
She's, like, the best paramedic that I've ever worked with.
So if anyone can help your friend, it's her.
So she's--she's just going to stop the bleeding.
And we can just talk for a minute, OK?
♪
Whew.
♪
My heart's going like a million miles an hour.
[chuckles uncomfortably]
How about you?
Yeah, it's funny how feeling really scared
and really excited feel so similar.
That's why you were checking out that gun, huh?
That feeling?
Pulse is weak and fast.
What does that mean?
He's going to be OK, just look at me.
Hey, Theo...
have you ever been down to Stearns Quarry?
Did you know that people used to
jump off the big rock into the water?
It's all blocked off now.
But this one time, my friends and I did it.
The thing is you have to walk way out on this limb
to make sure you don't land in the shallow water.
And, uh, it was...
it was my turn and I was out there.
And I was holding on to this branch to keep my balance.
And I was so terrified of falling in
that I pulled down too hard on the branch
and it snapped.
And I fell.
Crazy--
my--my fear of falling literally made me fall.
♪
That's what I'm worried about here.
That you are so scared that you're going to get in trouble
that you're going to accidentally
do something that will get you into way bigger trouble.
But you're-- you're not there yet, Theo,
I--I promise.
You can still step back.
♪
It's OK. Hey.
I got you.
♪
[soft dramatic music]
♪
Pulse is strong. Pressure's stable.
[whispering] OK. Did you hear that?
He's going to be OK.
♪
[tense somber music]
♪
[line trilling]
[phone ringing]
Hey, you find anything?
No, I found nothing. It's all gone.
Why do you sound excited?
Every piece of high-end recording equipment
has been cleared out.
Like someone knew the place was going to burn down.
Whoa, that's like a telltale sign
for arson for profit, right?
You bet your ass it is.
I'll see you in 20.
Uh-huh. Yeah. Yeah, I know.
Let's meet at that place Mary's in Wicker Park.
No, yeah, I know, I know, but it's supposed to be cool,
in like a old-timey kind of way.
Maybe you were right.
Maybe she's not 51 material.
I don't know. She's definitely a lot.
But there is something about her.
You wanted to see me, Chief?
James left yesterday without telling me.
Didn't come home last night.
This morning, I get a text
telling me that he's not going to make it in today.
Now, I know he is burning the candle at both ends
driving all night trying to earn enough money
to get his own place.
And I know he's an adult who can do his own thing, but...
♪
But he said he wanted this job.
Now it feels...
irresponsible, if you ask me.
Chief, wait.
[sighs] I saw the warning signs with Gibson
and I thought I was helping him by keeping it to myself.
I don't want to make the same mistake again.
Go on.
I know where James went.
[soft music]
Hey, thanks for coming by on such short notice.
We just wanted to confirm a few details about the fire.
Whatever I can do to help.
That is Studio A control room.
And all of the equipment in this photo is all insured?
Of course it was insured.
That's $200,000 worth of equipment in that room.
The console alone is worth almost 100.
Why are you asking me that?
I don't understand where you're going with this.
None of the equipment was destroyed.
It wasn't even there, it was removed
before the fire burned the studio down,
which is either incredibly lucky timing, or--
That's impossible.
I'm the only person who's authorized to--
♪
Oh.
You think I did it?
You think I moved the equipment out
and burned down my own studio
and killed my best friend of 40 years
all to collect a couple hundred thousand dollars
of insurance money?
Why would I do that?
Well, we heard the studio was having financial troubles.
Fine.
We weren't killing it.
But I was hustling my ass off to make that business work.
Not for myself, but for Wyatt.
Your studio manager?
My friend.
We've known each other since we were in grade school.
He was my best man twice.
When he was down on his luck, I gave him a job,
taught him the business, tried to help him out.
Pandemic was brutal on those two.
Wyatt was bouncing around from job to job.
I think Jane's nail salon struggled
ever since she opened it.
It-- his wife owns a nail salon?
Over on Clyburn. Why?
Can I help you?
[tense music]
What's going on here?
We got a warrant here to search the premises, ma'am.
We're investigating the fire at Canal Port Studios.
And the death of Wyatt Sullivan.
I assume you store your acetone in the back there?
Hey, this is my business.
You can't just-- [scoffs]
Wait, you can't just go back there.
The--
♪
It's acetone.
All nail salons use it.
There's nothing improper about acetone.
Kelly, check this out.
♪
Wyatt did it. I--
I tried to talk him out of it, I swear.
I knew he was way out of his depth.
But he said he knew what he was doing. [sniffles]
We got into so much debt during the pandemic.
He said he could sell this stuff
and give us a fresh start.
And it was all insured anyway, so Billy would be OK.
Wyatt wasn't supposed to...
[sobbing] He was supposed to get out.
Why didn't he just get out?
♪
Hey, honey, come on in here.
We have a visitor.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
[ominous music]
Hi, Randall.
♪
I brought Trudy a bundt cake to thank her
for all the food she sent over the last few months.
Well, that was very thoughtful, Kathy.
Hey, uh...
you want to go in the kitchen with me for a minute,
cut that cake?
Don't be ridiculous.
I don't need your help cutting a cake.
Uh, you sure about that?
Honey, sit. Entertain our guest.
I'll be back in two shakes.
[soft tense music]
♪
You were very rude earlier, Randall.
And I didn't like it.
Not one bit.
I'm sorry about that. I wasn't trying to be rude.
You made me feel like dirt.
That wasn't my intention.
The thing is,
I must have given you the wrong impression
somewhere along the way,
which is completely my fault, by the way.
I take full responsibility.
This-- this was never my strong suit.
Brett was the one who always handled the, uh...
you know, client relations, I guess.
Kathy, this looks just delicious.
Here you go.
Oh, no, I made it for you, Trudy.
Oh. [dish clatters]
[grunts]
[yelps] - Stay down.
You're under arrest.
Randall, what's happening? Why am I being arrested?
Assault with a deadly weapon.
Whoa! How did you--
I had the sergeant on duty run her name.
It seems your friend spent four years in a secured
psychiatric facility for attempted murder.
Get up.
Move.
♪
[shuddering sigh]
[sighs]
[upbeat music playing]
So this is the famous Mary's, huh?
- No, like-- - Molly's, I know.
I'm just messing with you.
[chuckles] It's not bad.
Mm-hmm.
It's pretty cozy, actually.
Which some people really like.
Shots? - I--
Hey, Herrmann. Can we get two Dublin drops?
- You got it. - Thanks.
So how was your first shift at 51?
Oh, man.
- That was a wild one, huh? - Right?
And that was a pretty mellow shift, believe it or not.
Yeah, 51 is pretty badass. You can say it.
[chuckles]
So how would you feel about--
Here we go, two Dublin drops for the ladies.
- Whoo. - Ooh.
Whoo!
Wow, OK.
♪
[drink thunks]
[both chuckle]
Sorry, what were you saying?
Uh, I was going to ask
if you wanted to stay on 61 for a few more shifts.
Totally, yeah, we should really keep talking about that.
Kip! Hey, girl.
One sec. - OK.
- Hi. - Hey.
- You want to sit? - Yeah.
♪
[Violet laughs]
I hope you know I'm only into PICs.
Just for the record.
Well, you can be into whoever you want.
[glasses clink] Just for the record.
Oh.
- I'm serious. - Mm-hmm.
Don't sass me. I am a PIC.
♪
Yes, you are. [glasses clink]
♪
[hip-hop music playing]
♪
Hey, what you doing here, fire man?
Y'all change your mind about me doing that arson?
♪
[chuckling] Oh, man, are those my files?
Yeah, it turns out the studio manager
moved all the gear out before he set the fire.
Whoa, for real?
Wyatt did it himself? - Yeah.
Yeah, we think it got out of hand quicker than he expected.
Happens a lot, actually.
♪
Hey, bruh.
I'll send you my album. You'll like it.
My rhymes are fire.
[Severide chuckles]
♪
[soft somber music]
♪
[sighs]
♪
- I'm sorry, I-- - Don't be.
I know you're dealing with a lot right now.
I can't believe you drove all this way.
I was worried about you, son.
Besides, this looks like a two-man job to say the least.
♪
Kylie told you, huh?
She was worried about you too.
I got them to leave, but...
[shakily] I'm behind three months on the mortgage.
The bank is threatening to foreclose,
and I don't even know where to start with this mess, and--
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
You just start.
Come on.
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
[wolf howls]