.
- There should be an engine here.
- This is classic politics.
Mouch is gonna be back here before you know it.
- This might be how I finish out the job.
And if it's not at 51,
I don't see what the point is.
- Oh, my God.
- We got a hazmat situation in here, Chief!
- Macy, come on! We gotta get outta here right now!
Let's go!
- Do you feel lightheaded at all?
- No.
I'm just cold.
[alarm blaring] - Macy didn't make it.
I want you to know, we did everything we possibly could.
♪ ♪
[sirens wailing]
- Dominic Pascal, all field operations
now go through me, including CFD.
The hell do you think you're doing?
- I'm going up there.
♪ ♪
- I am arresting you for obstructing
a criminal investigation.
♪ ♪
[soft tense music]
♪ ♪
[door clicks open]
- The board is ready.
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
- Ah.
Well, look who showed up.
I don't want to interrupt your private reunion.
All right? [laughs]
- You're here early.
- I wasn't about to miss your triumphant return.
- Gotta hand it to you, Herrmann.
You said I'd make it back.
You were right.
- I--that?
I was just trying to cheer you up.
Honestly, I thought you'd need a damn miracle.
- [chuckles] Turns out all it took
was a connection at City Hall.
I got Chief to thank for that.
- So it was Davis.
She made it happen?
- Apparently, it was kind of a final favor for Pascal.
- Wow.
So I guess I was wrong about these political types.
- Well, I mean, she's also the one who decommissioned
the rig in the first place, so she basically
fixed a problem she created.
- Yeah, that sounds more like it.
- Whatever the case, I'm thankful.
- Yeah.
- Mouch, your favorite mug.
Me and Tony made sure no one used it while you were gone.
- Oh, thanks, Capp, I appreciate that.
- You're welcome. - This doesn't look washed.
- Kept it the way you left it.
- As you can see, not much has changed around here.
- You know, it's comforting. - [chuckles]
- Hey, Lieutenant.
- Reporting for duty.
- It's so good to have you back, Mouch.
- Oh.
- House is just not the same without you.
- Oh, it is great to be back, believe me.
- You know that.
- You get a look at the roster yet?
- Yeah, it looks like we're running
a three-man crew on Engine today.
- Yeah, Truck too.
So no Clarence, no Vasquez.
And Ambo's doing a Joint Duty training session
at the Academy. - Any word on the chief?
- His disciplinary hearing was this morning.
That's all I know. - Mm.
- Hey, Severide.
Some lady in the bullpen.
She says she's Pascal's new assistant.
- Lieutenant Severide, right?
- That's right.
- I recognize you from your personnel photo.
I like to get a head start on names.
I'm Lucy.
- Hi, Lucy.
Headquarters sent you down here to be Chief Pascal's assistant?
- Technically, I was supposed to start
a few shifts ago, but my paperwork got held up.
Guess it's 'cause it's my first government job.
I was at Dillon-Sloan Construction before this.
Why? Is there a problem?
[alarm blares] - Squad 3, Truck 81, Ambo 149.
- Um... - Reports of falling debris.
- We'll talk when I get back.
[suspenseful music]
[siren wailing]
♪ ♪
Got a report of falling debris?
- Yeah, it was crazy.
I heard it before I saw it.
This huge gust of wind ripped that panel off.
The thing flew like a saw blade.
Look what it did.
- God.
- We were just saying thank God it didn't hit somebody.
People are always out here walking.
- Oh, whoa! That one's about to go.
- All right, Truck, raise the aerial.
See if you can secure that panel.
- Herrmann, get me up to the window.
- Copy. - Squad, head inside.
See if you can stabilize the rest of the panels
before they fall. - Yeah, copy that.
- Hey, everybody back up. Back away from the cars.
- Come on, guys. Clear out. - Back away from the buildiing.
- Let's go, let's go, let's go!
♪ ♪
- [grunting]
- Hey, wait!
Hey! Hey!
- Stella!
- Stop!
[metal screeches]
- [shouts]
- Hey!
- Stella!
- [panting]
♪ ♪
.
- Stella, hang on!
Herrmann, lower the aerial.
- Ahh! Aerial lost power!
- Cruz, grab the rope bag.
Get underneath her.
I'm gonna drop it down to you.
- Yeah, on it.
Copy that.
- Hang on!
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Come on.
- [grunts] My hands are slipping, Kelly.
- All right, hang on.
Rope's coming down.
We got eyes on the line down below.
Just keep it coming.
- The line's starting to give!
- Step through the loop, Stella.
- [groans]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
- Come on, Kidd. Come on.
- All right, I got it.
- Hang on, Stella.
Cruz, rope coming down.
- Got it.
- Just a little longer. Hang on, Stella.
♪ ♪
- All right. Rope's set.
Good to go.
- Stella, grab the rope.
♪ ♪
- [grunts] I'm on.
- Cruz, take her down!
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
- Good? - Yeah.
- You said you got a look at the driver?
- Yeah, white male, late 40s, brown hair, beard.
- Anything else distinctive?
- No, but I'd--
I'd know him if I saw him.
- Anyone catch a plate, even a partial?
- No.
That--is that gonna be a problem?
- We got POD cameras in a lot of the major intersections
around here, so hopefully one of those picked him up.
Meantime, I'll issue a BOLO for a white box truck.
Anything else I should know?
- Yeah, the firefighter he almost killed, that's my wife.
So I'm not letting this go.
- I'll be in touch soon.
- Good.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
- I was following that call on the radio.
What on Earth happened out there?
- A damn truck-- it blew through the scene
and knocked Kidd off the aerial.
- She was lucky that that line was under her.
- You should have seen it, Mouch.
She grabbed on to that line
like she was Stallone in "Cliffhanger."
- But she's OK? - Yeah, it's Kidd.
She's tougher than a $2 steak.
Hey, what's with the report?
Oh, don't tell me that we're writing up calls
that we weren't even on now.
- No, no, this is one I still owe to Firehouse 40
on the funeral attack.
- You still haven't handed that in?
- I'm not happy with it.
- I mean, it looks OK to me.
There's a lot of big words in there.
- They're not the right ones.
And it's giving me a migraine.
- Well, you are really sweating this.
- Well, it is very late.
- You know what?
Just turn it in like it is.
Be done with it.
- Our reports are part of the public record.
If someone out in the world reads this,
I need to be able to stand by it.
- Uh, I think I can confidently say that nobody outside the CFD
is reading these reports, Mouch.
- Hey, look.
The man has standards, all right?
We should support that, even if it kills him.
- [laughs]
- Thank you? - Yeah.
All right, come on.
Let's leave the auteur to his masterpiece.
- [sighs]
- OK.
Yeah, thank you. We'll be standing by.
- Hey.
So what did they say?
- Fleet Services is sending a mechanic
to check out the aerial.
- So truck's out of service?
- Until it's cleared for use, yeah.
- Mm.
- Maybe not the worst thing-- for you, I mean,
considering everything you've been through with Macy.
- No, I'm--
I'm--I'm good.
I mean, I was shaken up at first out there,
but, um, I'm OK, really.
Are you OK?
- I will be when they catch the guy.
I'm gonna make sure they do.
- I know you will.
- Lieutenant Severide,
Chief would like to see you in his office.
[soft music]
♪ ♪
[knocks at door]
- Come in, Lieutenant.
- Good to see you back in that chair, Chief.
- Take a seat.
- I see HQ sent you an assistant.
Should I take that as a good sign?
- No, that was a clerical error.
Clearly, somebody didn't get the memo.
Haven't broken the news to her yet.
- And what is the news?
- They came down harder than I expected.
I knew keeping my position wasn't an option,
given my run-in with the FBI.
But it seems the CFD needed to make an example of me.
♪ ♪
- And what does that mean?
- I've been officially terminated
for conduct unbecoming and relieved of duty.
- Effective when?
- Immediately.
[soft dramatic music]
This will be my last shift at 51.
♪ ♪
.
- It's not OK, Chief, the way they're treating you.
- I appreciate it, but it's well within their rights.
I knowingly violated federal law.
- To save lives.
- Still, I knew what the consequences
of my actions could be.
- What about some kind of appeal?
- I'm not gonna appeal the decision.
What's done is done.
I've made peace with it.
- All right, so who's gonna take over the house?
They already dismissed a bunch of chiefs.
- Details are still being worked out, but in the interim,
Chief Hopkins will be overseeing 51,
along with five other houses.
Now, I intend to leave this place better off
than I found it, which just gives me one shift
to get through a very long to-do list.
So I need everyone at the top of their game today.
Understood?
- Copy that. - Yes, Chief.
- I'll also be having a final briefing with each lieutenant.
Severide, I'll start with you.
Everyone else is dismissed.
- Thank you, Chief. [phone buzzes]
[pensive music]
♪ ♪
- Hey, Chief, I just got a text from PD.
They have an update on that hit and run.
Can we talk later?
- Of course, that takes priority.
We'll find another time.
- So what does this mean for me?
- I'm afraid with no chief,
there's no role for an assistant.
But if you want, I could place a call to your former job
and explain the mix up.
- Oh, honestly, please don't.
That place was a mess.
I was the only one keeping it together.
- I've got a lot to get done and a small window to do it.
I know it's not a full-time job,
but I could use your help today.
- Put me to work.
- After you.
- Yeah.
- I don't understand how every camera
you have somehow missed this truck.
- They didn't.
The problem is, we got too many matches.
Without a make or model, we're talking hundreds
of white box trucks.
It's a needle in a haystack.
- Don't tell me we're already at a dead end.
- Not exactly.
Another 911 came in.
A witness saw a white box truck sideswipe a couple parked cars
not long after your incident.
- Well, there we go. It sounds like our suspect.
- Yeah, it also sounds like he's on something.
And a lot of times in these situations,
when these guys sober up, they ditch their vehicle
to hide the evidence.
- I'm not gonna let that happen.
- Look.
Reality is, after the first couple hours,
the chances of catching a hit and run falls off a cliff.
- Not this time.
What are we gonna do?
- If we want to find this guy,
we've got to narrow the search somehow.
Why don't I see if I can get something useful
out of that witness who called in?
- All right, you let me know what you find.
I'll do the same.
- What are you gonna do?
- You said you need a make and model.
I'll go get it.
Guys, let's move.
We're going for a ride.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- [sighs] Can you believe that?
30 years on the job saving lives,
and they just hang Chief out to dry.
- This is why I can't finish this report.
I hate that it ends that way.
- Yeah, well, you heard Pascal.
There ain't no changing that ending.
- Well, maybe I can't change it,
but I'll be damned if I'm gonna memorialize it.
- What?
You're not gonna write the report?
- Yeah, call it a small act of rebellion
against the callous actions of the CFD.
- Like a protest.
- Lieutenant, Chief would like to see you for your briefing
in 15 minutes. - Copy that.
Well, time to file this in the old circular cabinet.
- Wait.
Hang on.
Are you really sure you want to do that?
- The CFD sent Pascal an assistant after he got fired.
That's how well they're keeping track of paperwork right now.
- You know, you may actually get away with this.
- I feel better already.
- [sighs]
- How's it looking?
- Well, I see no cracks, no hydraulic leaks.
It's just a little superficial damage, that's all.
- That was lucky.
So what's next?
- Well, I'll email you the inspection log,
we'll tag it in the system, and that's that.
You're good to go. - Great.
Hey, thank you.
Thanks for coming out so fast.
- No problem.
- Oh, good news.
Truck is cleared for use.
- That is good news. - Mm-hmm.
- But it never should have been taken out in the first place.
- Anytime the aerial takes an impact, it has to be inspected.
- I know that. What I'm saying is,
why was it in a position where a vehicle could hit it at all?
- That was the only angle that we could
safely access the plywood. - Yeah.
Then prove it.
I want a full written account before our briefing.
[soft tense music]
- Yes, Chief.
♪ ♪
[door shuts]
[engine rumbling]
[engine cuts off]
- All right, I say we split up and see if we can find
anything the truck might have left behind
that gives us a make or model.
- Copy.
- So, uh,
what do you know about this interim chief, Hopkins?
- Just the reputation.
Guys say he's a real hard-ass.
- Oh, perfect. Just what we need.
- I don't think we'll see him that much.
He's got to cover a bunch of houses.
- Wait.
That makes you the new ranking officer.
- Well, technically I was when Pascal was out.
- No, wait. But this is different.
With no chief on site,
you're the head of the house now.
- Hey, we got something.
[suspenseful music]
Check it out-- double track marks.
- Looks like our truck slammed the brakes after impact.
- OK, so?
- So we got the width of the truck.
- Yeah, I don't want to be negative,
but that's not too much to go on.
- No, but if we can figure out the angle of the aerial
when it took the hit, that'll give us
the height of the truck too.
Width plus height gives us dimensions.
- And then we can pull the make and model off of that.
- All we have to do is the math.
- Obviously, it's my first shift back,
so I'm still getting up to speed,
but that's how I see the rotations working
for the three-man rig.
- This is good work.
Everything seems to be in order.
- Glad to hear it.
- Except one thing.
Got a call from 40.
Your former chief says you failed
to turn in the after-action report of the funeral attack.
Is that true?
- I was hoping that particular item might have
slipped through the cracks.
- Well, it didn't, and now it's on my radar,
so I need you to get it done.
- I'll get right to it.
It'll be my best one yet.
- I don't doubt it.
Your reports were always my favorite to read.
You've got a real way with words, Mouch.
- Well, thank you, Chief.
I do try.
Hey, Chief, if I may ask, what's next for you?
- What do you mean?
- Well, a guy with your pedigree,
I have to imagine departments are lining up to bring you in.
- Former colleague of mine's a DDC in Phoenix.
He's been trying to recruit me for months,
but that's not gonna happen.
- You don't like the weather?
- The CFD says that I'm unfit to be a battalion chief.
I think I'm gonna take that as a sign
that maybe it's my time.
- Well, respectfully, Chief, they're wrong.
- This wasn't some thoughtless observation they made, Mouch.
- Neither is mine.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- That'll be all, Lieutenant.
- Chief-- - That'll be all.
♪ ♪
.
- There you are.
Been looking all over for you.
- Chief's got everybody doing three jobs today,
and apparently I'm the head of inventory now.
What's with the face?
- Pascal's throwing in the towel.
- Yeah, tell that to my workload.
- No, I'm serious.
He says he's done with firefighting for good.
- Well, can you blame him?
I mean, after the way they treated him?
- No, what I'm saying is, it doesn't matter how
the CFD treated Pascal or what they said,
not when it comes to him determining his future.
But right now,
he just can't see beyond that.
- Is this a guilt thing?
Because you coming back to 51 has got nothing to do
with Pascal getting the boot.
- No, that's not it.
When the CFD tried to push me out, Pascal fought for me.
I can't turn my back on him now,
not when I know he's got more to give.
I owe him that.
- Yeah.
I get it. I do.
But I don't know how you're gonna do that.
Pascal, he is not the easiest guy to reach.
- No, he is not.
- And I doubt some flowery speech is gonna
get him to change his mind.
- Maybe it doesn't have to be a speech.
- Yes, Officer McKinnon said he forwarded the intel
from the traffic division.
It should be in your inbox.
Yeah, I'm good to hold.
- Hey. What's the update?
- I'm on with CPD Records.
They're pulling all registrations
that match our make and model.
- They're just starting now?
We got that information a half an hour ago.
- This kind of thing takes a minute, you know?
They gotta cross-check multiple databases,
leads, NCIC, the Illinois State office.
They're moving as fast as they can.
- Tell them to move faster.
[soft tense music]
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
- How was the scene?
- Well, we got the type of truck.
It's a late-model 5-ton.
Cruz is working with PD now to cross-check
vehicle registrations.
- That sounds promising.
- Let's hope so.
You meet with Pascal?
- Mm-mm.
No, he wants me to do a full write up on the call.
Apparently he thinks what happened is somehow my fault.
- What? Really?
- Yes.
Yeah, he came at me pretty hard.
It was harder than he has in a while,
and, um,
I just thought we were past this dynamic.
- Well, the CFD's come down
pretty hard on him, too, lately.
Maybe he's just redirecting that.
- Sure.
I just don't understand why it's always gotta land on me.
[knocks on door] - Hey.
So I just got off with CPD.
They say they have 120 white 5-tons registered
to the greater Chicago area. - Damn.
- Yeah, doesn't really narrow our field.
- Well, we gotta find a way to do that.
We're running out of time.
- Are we sure that the truck is white?
- Yeah. Why?
- Well, the mechanic who was here said
that there was some superficial damage
on the ladder.
And in the inspection log, he called it discoloration.
- Does it say what kind?
- No, just that it needs to be touched up at some point.
- The touch-up, has it been done yet?
- Mm-mm, not yet.
[pensive music]
♪ ♪
[camera shutter clicking]
- Got it.
♪ ♪
Is it just me, or does that look green to you?
- Yeah, it does.
- They painted the box truck.
- Must have scraped off the previous coat on impact.
- And the CPD has been pulling registrations
on white 5-tons.
- They've been looking for the wrong color.
They just didn't know it.
I'll call McKinnon.
♪ ♪
- Hey, Lieutenant.
Lieutenant.
Why don't you let me take it from here?
- No, I got it, Cruz.
- Aren't you supposed to have that briefing with the chief?
- It's gonna have to wait.
- Till when?
It's his last shift.
Cruz, when I saw that truck coming,
I thought I was about to lose Stella.
♪ ♪
That could have happened.
I'm gonna be the one to find this guy.
- Understood.
♪ ♪
- Hello?
Yeah. Sounds good.
- OK, I've got incident reports from two other houses
for you to finalize.
I found three payroll discrepancies,
and I need your signature on these adjusted shift rosters.
- I'm still working on the first stack you gave me.
- Well, try to keep up.
- How is it that you've gotten more work done here in a day
than the rest of us have in a month?
- I'm good at what I do.
Signature, please.
- You know, a busy house like this could use
somebody to keep it in order.
Shame they're gonna lose you.
- I appreciate that,
but I'm not letting this job go.
- All right, Chief, here is every piece of turnout gear
in the building accounted for.
You need anything else, sir?
- Actually, yes.
- Work order approval.
- Apparently, you requested a second shelf
in the officer's quarters?
- Yeah, that was for Mouch.
- What's the status?
- Construction hit a snag.
- I can't sign off on that form until it's built.
- You're really dotting those i's, huh, Chief?
- Just get it done, Herrmann. [alarm blares]
- Truck 81, Engine 51, Ambo 149.
Motor vehicle accident, Ashland and West 18th.
[siren wailing]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- All right, Mouch, hit the engine.
Herrmann, Ballard, check the cab.
- Copy. - Tell me this doesn't look
exactly like the hit and run.
It's empty!
- Hold on.
♪ ♪
- It's a late model 5-ton, green paint.
It's him. - Yep.
- Guys, fan out.
Let's find him.
Don't let him get away.
Mouch, call CPD. - Copy!
.
- Hey.
- Hey, I'm the one who called in about the crash.
- You see where the driver went?
- Yeah, he stumbled off that way.
- Back behind here?
- Yeah, he looked pretty messed up.
[tense music]
- Just send the damn tow.
I said I'll pay whatever.
♪ ♪
- Hang up the phone.
- I don't need help.
Hello? Hello?
Damn it. - Hang it up.
- Hey!
The PD's already on their way.
You're not getting out of this.
- Why don't you mind your business?
- Hey, come on, we're taking you to the medics.
- No, don't touch me.
I swear to God, I'll sue. - All right.
- I got a lawyer. - Hey, hey.
Your lawyer know you almost killed a firefighter?
- Hey, hey.
♪ ♪
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- You're gonna need a better excuse than that.
- I didn't do anything.
- Save it.
Take him to the medics.
- Go. - Come on.
♪ ♪
- Call Severide.
Tell him we got a suspect for him to ID.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
- Cruz, grab Capp and Tony.
We're going for a ride. - What's going on?
- I just talked to Herrmann.
Kidd says they found our hit and run suspect.
- That's great.
- I'm telling Pascal that we're heading to Med
to make the ID.
Meet me at the rig.
- You want me to loop in McKinnon?
- No.
[pensive music]
♪ ♪
- Did squad leave to ID the driver?
- Yeah, they're on their way to Med now.
Chief's waiting in his office for your final briefing.
- Tell him I will be right there.
♪ ♪
As you can see, the aerial had to go over the street
because every other option had obstructions that
would have compromised safety.
- Well, your safety was compromised.
- By a drunk driver, which was a variable
that we could not control.
Unless you think I should have accounted for that too.
- You got a problem accounting for your actions?
- No. I just don't understand
why I am the only lieutenant who has to.
- It was your rig that took the hit.
- I'm not just talking about this call, Chief.
You have been hardest on me since day one,
harder than Severide, Mouch, Herrmann.
I don't believe that I'm imagining it.
- It's true.
I have been harder on you than the rest.
- Why?
- Well, I suppose it's because I...
see so much of myself in you.
Maybe that's not fair,
but I never would have put you through it if I didn't know
you'd rise to the challenge.
[soft dramatic music]
- I--I thought that I
was doing something wrong,
just falling short somehow.
- Then that was a failure of communication on my part.
♪ ♪
So let me be clear with you now.
You are an exceptional leader, Lieutenant,
and I am proud to have been your chief.
I know you've just suffered a deep loss,
and you'll have to rally from that.
But you also have to own your success,
not be afraid of it.
Those commendations in your office
aren't meant to be hidden.
Make people see what I see in you.
- And what is that?
- Endless potential.
Good luck, Lieutenant.
♪ ♪
- Thank you, Chief.
- Dismissed.
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- You want us to come with you?
♪ ♪
- No.
- Hey, you're just going in to ID this guy, right?
- Wait here.
♪ ♪
.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Hey.
- Cruz, I ordered you to wait outside.
- Why?
What are you planning to do to that guy?
- That guy almost killed my wife.
- You think just 'cause you're not wearing the jacket,
you're not CFD anymore?
Lieutenant, this house needs you now more than ever.
If you don't want that responsibility, that's fine.
But don't go wrecking your career just to get out of it.
- That's not what I'm doing.
- Then don't go in that room.
- Lieutenant Severide.
I've been trying to reach you.
Med tipped me off about our suspect.
Wanted you to confirm he's the same guy
from your incident.
- He hasn't seen him yet.
- Take a look at this, then.
♪ ♪
Is he the one from the hit and run?
♪ ♪
- That's him.
- His tox screen came back three times
over the legal limit, and he already had two DUIs
on his record before this.
So that's jail time right there.
- And you're going after him for the hit and run too, right?
- Thanks to Lieutenant Severide's statement, yeah.
Good thing you saw him.
I'm gonna let my Sarge know you made the ID.
- You heard that, right?
He's gonna pay for what he did.
You got him.
- I heard him.
- Good.
And look, um...
I know I disobeyed a direct order coming in here after you.
I'm sorry.
[soft uplifting music]
- I'm not.
♪ ♪
Let's get out of here.
♪ ♪
[knocks on door] - You got a sec, Chief?
- Come on in.
- I thought you might like to know
that not only did I complete the shelf project early,
I also put together a little something to commemorate
your time here at 51.
- What is it?
- Read the top.
- "Chief Pascal's Cell Block."
- Yeah, it is where everybody is gonna
dump their cell phones during chow,
just like you taught us.
- It's nice to be remembered for something.
- Hey, nobody will forget what you did here,
especially for Mouch, what you sacrificed.
- You sacrificed something for him too.
Guess we have that in common.
- Not much else, though.
I'll see you around, Chief.
[pensive music]
♪ ♪
- Lieutenant.
- Chief.
I was just getting ready for our sit down.
- You don't need it.
You know what you need to know.
- Yeah, I'm not so sure about that.
I almost crossed a line last night.
If Cruz hadn't been there,
I'm not sure what would have happened.
- But he was there.
That's what your company's for,
to hold you accountable.
I seem to remember you did the same for me after Monica.
Being ready isn't a feeling, Lieutenant.
It's a decision.
- You know, everyone was planning
on walking you out after shift.
- Yeah, I know. That's--
that's why I'm leaving now.
- [chuckles]
Chief.
- Lieutenant.
One more thing.
Check with Lucy.
I left you something.
[engine turns over]
Mouch?
- Glad I caught you.
My report on the funeral attack.
I finished it.
- That's for your chief at 40, not me.
- I know you said you're done with firefighting,
but before you walk away,
I would just ask that you read this.
- I really don't want to revisit all that.
- You said you liked my writing.
[light music]
♪ ♪
- Goodbye, Mouch.
- Chief.
♪ ♪
As they are in this report, the events surrounding
the attack on Chief Cranston's funeral
are well documented.
But being a matter of public record,
this Lieutenant felt it necessary to give
special recognition to the efforts
of Battalion Chief Dominic Pascal.
His courage, commitment,
and heroism on that day
are a reflection of a storied career in firefighting.
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A career that shaped leaders--
♪ ♪
--that valued brotherhood,
communication, accountability.
A career that saw him fight for his people,
to make sure they were where they belonged.
♪ ♪
The Chicago Fire Department is privileged to have
had Chief Pascal serve among their ranks.
Leadership like his is rare and needed.
In this lieutenant's opinion, it is his calling.
♪ ♪
- All right.
I'm heading out.
- Hey, did Chief manage to help you get your old job back?
- No, actually.
I'm gonna stay at 51.
I'll wait for them to drag me out.
See you next shift. - Yeah.
Hey.
Chief said he left me something here in the office.
Do you happen to know what that is?
- He didn't just leave you something in the office.
He left you the office.
♪ ♪
- And for those who worked under Pascal,
we strive to live up to the standard he set.
[uplifting music]
♪ ♪
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[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[wolf howls]