.
- You are now the legal owner of Veronicat.
[Veronicat hisses] Lil' tip--you're gonna wanna
take home some gauze. - N--w--
[dramatic music]
- Now the doctor says whatever trauma I had
five years ago is all cleared up.
Thank you for the support.
It meant a lot.
- I can't believe all this cramming.
And the Lieutenant's Test is finally here.
- You're going to be a great Lieutenant.
You got this, Stella Kidd.
[dramatic music]
- My first engine drops two lines to the alpha side
while my truck opens a vent in the roof.
I initiate--
- Wouldn't early venting add oxygen to the fire?
- No, sir.
Not in this scenario.
- Explain.
- Well, the force created by the escaping flames and smoke
far exceeds the outside air pressure.
So the vent hole aids both the search
and fire attack teams.
It's a win-win.
[tense music]
♪
Then I'd initiate a primary search on two,
sending squad up with truck simultaneously following.
[car horn chirps]
- Everything good?
You barely said a word on the ride over.
- I'm just thinking.
Kidd's probably on the written portion by now.
- She's gonna knock it out of the park.
- Yeah. No doubt.
- Ah.
You get to be the czars at the garage sale this year.
- Yep. Boden put us in charge.
- Mm-hmm. - Huh.
Hopefully it works out better than 2017.
- What happened in 2017?
- [laughs, clears throat]
- What is that? - Me being generous.
It probably belongs in the Smithsonian,
but I am a giving man,
so I'm donating it to the garage sale.
- So your mom finally cleaned out your childhood closet, huh?
- Maybe.
- [chuckles]
- This is a big ticket item.
Do not lowball me.
- Um...
- Ah, crud.
I thought that garage sale was next shift.
- It is.
You were supposed to bring your items today
so we have time to price them. - Right.
- It was all spelled out in the email.
- Oh. Mm-hmm.
- I'm starting to think getting selected for this
wasn't so much an honor as a punishment.
- Ah.
As everyone can see,
the garage sale is next shift
to benefit the Firefighters Auxiliary Fund.
There will be sign-up sheets in the common room
for one hour shifts of manning the tables.
I expect everyone to participate.
- Yep. - You got it.
- Absolutely. - Yep, Chief.
- I do not want a repeat of 2017.
- It is not my fault
that I got to the Whirly-Pop Popcorn Maker--
- And snatched it out of an old woman's hand.
- As I said in 2017
and later in Small Claims court, nobody--
[alarm blaring]
- Engine 51, Truck 81, Squad 3,
Ambulance 61, Structure Fire...
[sirens wailing]
[dramatic music]
♪
[tires screeching]
- 51, get a line in the front door,
protect that stairway.
I want a primary search of all floors.
Squad, take the first. Truck, up top.
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
- All right. You heard him, 81.
Mouch, get the aerial up. - Copy that.
- All right. Stay low, watch the smoke.
Tony, Capp, you sweep left. Cruz, with me.
Let's go.
[dramatic music]
♪
[machine droning]
- Let's go!
- Fire department, call out!
- Fire department. Call out!
[distant coughing]
Cruz! Get him outside. - Copy that.
Hey, buddy, I got ya. Come on, let's go.
- Help! Please!
My wife!
- Hang on!
We'll get you out!
- Help! [coughing]
- I got you! I got you!
- My wife is upstairs! You have to get her!
- We will!
- No!
Go get her first!
Jess!
[dramatic music]
♪
.
- She's in the office on the third floor
in that corner.
Hurry up!
- Hey. We have victim up top.
Bravo side, female.
- Copy that.
Mouch, I need that aerial to the bravo side, up to three.
[indistinct chatter]
- Right. My truck captain's going to get her,
but you gotta come with me.
- Aah!
[coughing]
- Come on, push!
- [coughing]
- Come on. You're okay.
Let's get you to the paramedics.
- That's everyone on two.
- Mouch, ETA.
- Five minutes, Captain.
- [coughing]
[suspenseful music]
♪
- I can get to 'em, Captain,
but you might not like how.
- Go ahead.
- No, no. They're still not up there.
- They're working on it. They're working on it.
- You gotta find my wife. Her name is Jess.
- Sir, sit down.
Let's get a look at that arm, okay?
[intense music]
♪
- That's good.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- I've located the victim. She's unconscious.
- Meet you at the window with the sked.
- Copy that, Captain.
- Thanks. - I got it.
- Herrmann, report.
- Ah-- getting hot in here, Chief!
- 51, pull out.
On three. One, two, three.
- I got her.
- Oh, no.
Jess.
- Sir, sir. Get the stretcher.
Stay back.
Pulse is weak. Let's get an IV.
- Yep.
- Okay.
- Jess.
Can--can you hear me? It's Pete.
I'm right here.
- You can come with us to Med.
[engine turns over, sirens blaring]
- All right, hose her down!
- Open it up, boys! - Copy that.
- That guy wanted me to leave him in the fire
ang go get his wife.
- Seriously?
- Yeah. He practically kicked me away.
- Wow.
That's devotion.
Hey. You guys need a hand?
- Nah. We'll meet you back at 51.
I gotta swing by the house, pick up a box.
Cindy's packing for the garage sale.
- Copy that.
81, load up.
- Stella should be done by now. I wonder why she's not back.
- I think you're more nervous about all this than she is.
- Ah. To be honest,
it's not the test that's on my mind.
It's--
it's more...
what comes next.
Wanted to let her focus on making lieutenant,
so I've been holding off, but...
I wanna talk to her about getting married.
- You gonna propose?
- Not exactly.
She always used to say she'd never get married again,
so I just wanna put it out there as an idea,
see where she's at.
- Huh.
- What's that mean?
- No, no. Nothing.
I'm really happy for you, man.
That's exciting news.
- Yeah. Thanks.
So how'd it go?
- Those white shirts are like robots.
I couldn't get a read on how I was doing at all.
I might have aced it.
Or completely tanked it. I really have no idea.
- I got a good feeling.
- Yeah, same.
- I don't know. I just kind of want to put it
out of my mind for a bit, you know?
- Yeah. I get it.
- Yeah.
- Yo. Where have you been?
We have, like, a million things to price,
and Mouch keeps ogling every item
like this is "Antiques Roadshow."
- Yeah, we had to stop by-- - Here you go, boys.
- What's this?
- Ah.
Beats me. Cindy threw it together.
- This is gonna take like an hour to price.
- Hey. Give me that.
Let me teach you guys
an old garage sale trick, my friends.
All right.
- Huh.
- [laughs] - Okay.
- Whoa.
What's wrong with your bunker gear?
- Whoa.
- Looks like a chemical burn.
- Guys, everybody get out of your gear now.
Let's hit the showers and scrub down.
- You guys had a hazmat call?
- Not that we knew of.
- What the hell was in that factory?
[ominous music]
.
[suspenseful music]
- So there were no other signs?
No smells, no fire discoloration?
- Not that I saw. - We should alert Hazmat.
Something's not right at that pet food factory.
- Oh. That happened at the fire?
- Apparently.
- There's not much that can melt vinyl.
Acetone, toluene.
Hm.
But my money's on sulfuric acid.
- Why do you say that? - There's no odor.
And sulfuric acid reacts exothermically with water.
- I'll get Hazmat on the case.
You see if you can scare up
some replacement bunker gear for 51.
- Will do.
[uneasy music]
♪
- 15 bucks?
- That's a fair price.
- It's off by orders of magnitude.
- Okay, well, what's a fair price then, Capp?
- $25.
- And we have to play all these little games, like,
Chloe's mom wants, like, a full schedule
of baby-themed activities.
- Wow.
- And that's just the Zoom one.
We still have to have an in-person one
for vaccinated friends and family.
- Maybe you need a distraction
from all this baby shower planning.
- Ooh. Anything.
- Well, my apartment is getting fumigated
in a couple days, and they're putting me up in a hotel,
which is amazing, but they don't allow pets.
Veronicat's been getting better.
She really has.
- You know, I would definitely.
But Chloe is super allergic to cats.
- Ugh. So is Stella.
I never realized how many people had bad cat allergies.
- It is very, very common.
- Hey.
Hazmat conducted an inspection of the pet food facility.
- And?
- "No hazardous materials appear to be in use on site."
- Well, something melted those coats.
- Wanna swing by on the way home?
- Sure. - Okay, good.
Let me know what you find.
- [sighs]
[clattering]
Whoa, hey. Hey.
You shouldn't be in here.
- You're supposed to wait
until fire investigators clear the scene.
- Oh. I thought they did that.
- No. It was Hazmat.
Who was here looking for sulfuric acid.
- What would I be doing with that?
I make pet food.
- How's your wife?
- [sighs] She's not good.
- Well, I'm sure that the docs at Med
are doing everything they can.
- I don't see any signs of acid damage in here.
- Then how the hell did Engine get into it?
- And how did it get on their backs?
- Maybe from dragging their hoses.
Engine was over here.
[suspenseful music]
♪
There.
See the pavement?
One of these stains keeps going.
- Yeah.
- That's how the fire started.
Sulfuric acid.
- You know where this stuff came from?
- These people.
City won't clean this lot up,
so folks start thinking it's okay
to dump their trash here.
It's been going on for months.
We put up signs.
We complained. We take down plate numbers.
We report these dumpers. Nobody cares.
Now my wife is lying on an operating table,
half her skin burnt away.
♪
.
- I've hit a wall.
No one will take in Veronicat.
- You ask Capp?
He takes care of his mom's cat all the time.
- He said he had allergies.
- Aren't there places you can pay?
Like a kennel? - Yes.
But they want her to come in for a personality test
to see how well she gets along with other cats.
- Oh.
I see the problem.
- Hey, Capp.
- You ever gonna tell her?
- Tell her what?
- You know what.
- [sighs]
It's not that simple.
She's the one who called things off,
said Dawson was always gonna be between us.
- You think she's right?
[phone chimes]
Burgess ran all the plate numbers that Pete took down.
Only one vehicle came back
as big enough to transport that drum.
Registered six blocks from the loft.
Let's go.
[suspenseful music]
♪
That's the vehicle.
- Evening.
I'm Captain Casey.
This is Lieutenant Severide.
We're firefighters for the CFD.
- This your truck?
- You want something hauled, it has to wait till tomorrow.
- What if we want something dumped illegally?
Would that be something you could handle?
- You ever dump anything in a vacant lot
at 280 E Garfield?
- A 55 gallon drum?
[tense music]
- Look, fellas.
I'm just a guy trying to feed his family, okay?
And besides, that trash was already there.
I just, you know--
- You know what was in that barrel?
- Wastewater, they said.
- Who said? - I don't know.
I--look, I just pick up these little jobs
on that phone app, Truck Trade.
People pay me to move stuff or haul it away.
If they don't pay me enough to cover the landfill fees...
[scoffs]
- Who gave you the barrel?
- I--I do a dozen jobs a day.
I don't remember every customer.
- You better remember this one.
That barrel was filled with acid.
It started a fire that put a woman in the ICU.
- No. Wait.
I checked that barrel out myself.
It smelled fine.
- Sulfuric acid is odorless.
- Look, I didn't know that's what it was, I swear.
- Then who does?
[tense music]
- It's a gardening company.
Uh, All-Organic Pots and Plants.
- See? That wasn't so hard.
- That lady, she's gonna be all right?
Am I in trouble?
♪
- Okay.
Thanks for the heads up, Burgess.
- What'd she say?
- She went to go pick up that truck driver,
but he's in the wind.
- Not surprised.
Seems pretty spooked.
- Yeah, but without his statement,
PD can't even get a warrant
to search the pots and plants company.
They won't even get a slap on the wrist.
I can't get break that news to Pete.
Poor guy's been through the ringer.
- Yeah.
Maybe we should pay this place a visit.
- Let's clear it with Boden.
- Hey. - Hey.
- The results come in?
- No. Not yet.
[Veronicat meows]
[scoffs, laughs]
You couldn't find a willing victim?
- No. - Aww.
- I hope being at 51 doesn't overstimulate her.
- Put her in my office.
No one will bother her there.
Or vice versa.
- Oh. You're the best.
- Whoop.
- The early birds are the professionals, boys.
You just have to survive this part of the day
without getting your pockets picked.
- This says $11.
How do I know it works? - Oh.
You can take it inside the app floor there
and just plug it in.
- I'll just give ya 3 for it.
- [snickers]
- I think we can accept no less than 10.
- Oh.
Well, all I have is 4.
That's okay.
I don't need it.
- Oldest trick in the book.
- Sold.
Thank you for coming, ma'am.
♪
- "Care for mother earth with our all-organic products."
- Gentlemen, welcome to All-Organic Pots and Plants.
I'm Joaquin--founder, owner.
If you're here for an inspection,
we had somebody come last month.
But I understands how these things can get mixed up.
- We've just got some questions about your fertilizer.
- Sure.
Is CFD starting a community garden?
We'd be happy to sponsor.
- We just need you to tell us what's in it.
- All right.
We use a totally all-organic blend
of macronutrients,
everything from fish proteins to mushroom spores.
- What about sulfuric acid?
- Absolutely not.
Everything we use is eco-friendly and--
- All-organic.
- Ever heard of an app called Truck Trade?
- Sorry.
- A fly dumper said you hired him through the app
to get rid of a barrel of acid.
- I'm not familiar with the app,
and again, we don't use chemicals in our products.
[phone buzzes] You know, my assistant
is buzzing me in for a meeting.
If you have any other questions,
please don't hesitate to reach out.
And if you do decide to establish that garden,
we're happy to help.
- Oh, my God. - [sighs]
- That was the most stress we've ever had on this job.
And I'm including the gas station call from months ago.
- Yeah.
And Mouch had a running commentary
on every sale I made,
most of which was abject disappointment.
- Yeah, well, I'm glad to turn it over to him
for a couple hours. - Yeah.
[items crashing]
[crashing continues] - Ooh!
- Uh-oh.
- What-oh? [Veronicat yowls]
- Well, Casey told me I could keep Veronicat in his office.
I'm thinking he probably meant
for me to keep her in the pet carrier.
[crash]
- I think she's testing the room for weakness.
- Aren't you supposed to be out on the garage sale floor?
- Well, we just-- [crash]
[Veronicat yowls]
- What the hell is that?
- Veronicat.
- What's it doing in my firehouse?
[alarm blares]
- Ambo 61, person in distress.
736 West Hubbard.
- Guess we gotta go.
[crash]
- You two, corral the animal.
And keep it outside.
Now.
[crash]
- Come on. - Yep.
[sirens wailing]
[tense music]
- Ooh, a dentist's office.
This should be good.
- Define "good."
- Oh, I kind of groove on the gross ones.
- Oh.
What do we have?
- He's, um, stuck.
- [breathing heavily]
.
- I was supposed to set the mold.
Dr. Lee had a family emergency.
But I used plaster powder instead of alginate.
I didn't realize-- - [mumbling indistinctly]
- Called Med for a Versed order.
Try to relax, okay?
We're gonna get these molds out.
Uh, what's his name? - Mr. Spilatro.
- Okay.
Mr. Spilatro, I'm gonna need you to hold real still, okay?
Give me the dental drill.
- Hey.
If you jerk around, you're gonna get a bloody lip
along with cement in your mouth, okay?
Versed. - 2 milligrams going in.
♪
- I need you to spread your lips as wide as you can.
[drill whirring]
You're doing great.
Try and pull that apart.
- Mm!
[sighs]
- All right.
Let's get him in the stair chair and off to Med.
We're gonna get a maxillofacial surgeon
to remove the rest of the plaster and the trays.
- [mumbles indistinctly]
- He's not coming back.
- Gross enough for you? - Mm.
Can't say I'm not a little disappointed.
- I just want this as a gag gift.
- It was no joke winning the Midwestern Semi-Am, sir.
25, final offer.
You can have three puzzles for $5,
all pieces in the bag guaranteed.
Local artist, oil on canvas,
$45 or best offer.
- How much for this guy?
- It's yours for $30.
Okay? Okay.
I will give you the three records,
the DVD player, whatever that is,
and the mystery box for $87.
- Sold. - [laughs]
Boom. Thank you.
- Wow. You're amazing.
- Who runs Barter Town?
Mouch runs Barter Town!
- [laughs]
- What's the bowl of water for?
- Oh. It's for Veronicat.
We brought her out here
'cause she was tearing up the firehouse.
[tense music]
♪
Don't tell me.
Oh.
We have to get her back before Brett finds out.
- Okay, okay. Uh...
As soon as this sale is over, I will solve this.
- What? - I will solve this.
- [groans]
- I sit there,
holding her hand, hoping that she'll wake up,
you know?
But...
- Hey. Hang in there, Pete.
- We just wanted to come by
and give you an update on our end.
- You find the scum that dumped that barrel?
- Actually, yeah.
- Seriously?
- From one of the plate numbers you provided.
- Guy says he works for this company,
All-Organic Pots and Plants.
- Sounds like the plant guy is using sulfuric acid
to make his fertilizer,
then paying guys on the cheap to get rid of the waste
so he can avoid hefty disposal fees.
Fly dumping, it's called.
- You got 'em. [laughs]
That--
that's great, I mean--
Isn't it, I mean...
they're bringing charges, right?
- That's the plan.
But the driver's in the wind.
- But you got the plant guy, right?
- They can't get a warrant to go after the plant guy
without a statement from the driver.
- And even then, the reality is
he'll probably get off with a fine
since he wasn't the one who actually dumped it.
[emotional music]
♪
- Excuse me, guys.
- I know we can't pin the fire
on this pots and plants jackass.
I just wish we could make sure he gets the maximum penalty
for any hazardous waste regulation he's ever violated.
- But you've ID'd the driver.
You've turned the information over to the police.
Doesn't it seem like we're out of moves?
- All we need to do is find
one barrel of acid on this guy's property,
and match it to the one from the dump site.
But we've already showed our cards.
- Yeah. He knows we're on to him.
He won't invite us inside again.
- Huh.
- He doesn't know all of us.
- Okay.
What's your plan?
- This truck app thing...
anybody can use it?
- Guess so.
- Can I borrow your pickup?
- Here you go. - Thank you. Enjoy.
- Thank you, sir.
- Okay. That's 5:00.
Let's start hauling in whatever remains,
or we'll be here dickering
with leftover surfers till midnight.
- I have a total.
Uh, we are 200 shy of $5,000.
- That's amazing. - [laughs]
I have to say, Mouch,
you were a force.
- I was, wasn't I?
- Except for when you sold Veronicat.
- What?
You sold Veronicat?
- Um... - Okay, okay.
- Boden told us to corral her--
- There was this woman--she was very hard to understand.
- You sold Veronicat.
- Well, we think we know where the lady lives.
We were gonna go over there and--
- NO. Don't you dare.
I have been praying for something like this to happen.
Deliver me from evil.
Wait.
How much did you say you were short of $5,000?
- Uh, 200?
- Okay, I will--I will write you a check for that amount
to assuage my guilty conscience,
but also to benefit the, um...
- The Firefighters Auxiliary.
- Yeah. That.
Okay. - Ha!
Yeah! - All right.
- Ope, sorry, sir. Garage sale's over.
- I just need to give you this.
- No refunds, no returns, right there on the sign.
- You are Randall McHolland?
- Yes, I am.
- You're gonna wanna read this.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- Mouch, what is it?
- Uh...
you remember the Party Supply fire?
- The one where you carried a girl out
as a massive fireball chased you?
Yeah.
- I, uh...
Well, they're giving me
the Firefighter's Award of Valor for it.
- Wow! - Mouch, that's incredible.
- Huh? - Hey.
Man!
- Congrats. - [laughs]
Ah.
Let's pack it up!
- Yep. - [laughs]
- Uh, hey there. Um.
I'm supposed to haul away a barrel?
- A barrel? - Yeah.
Somebody ordered a pickup, you know,
through this Truck Trade app.
- All right. Give me a minute.
♪
- Think there's been a mistake.
No one here put in a pickup request.
- Oh, well, look, I just go where the app tells me, so...
- Can I see the order? - What?
- The email confirmation. Show it to me.
- Yeah. Oh, right, um...
Ahh!
It just logged me out. All right.
It just said that I was supposed
to come here for a pickup.
Now if you're telling me that it was a mistake...
- Yeah. This is not working.
[tires screech]
- You the owner? - Yes.
- What's that about?
- You the guy that runs this place?
- Yeah. Can I help you, sir?
[both grunt]
.
- Hey, hey, hey! - [grunts]
- Take it easy. - Hey, hey.
Easy. [all grunting]
- This is not the way, Pete.
- What the hell is this?
- It's payback, you son of a bitch!
- Hey. Hey.
♪
- Stay back!
Where are the barrels? - What barrels?
- Where are the barrels?
Where are the barrels? - Don't talk to them.
Get the hell out of there!
This is private property. You have no right.
Leave now, or I'm calling the police.
[dramatic music]
♪
- This is Lieutenant Kelly Severide.
I need a Plan One Hazmat response rolled
to 1570 Cortez Street.
Thank you.
This is now an emergency response site
overseen by the CFD.
- You should feel free to call the police.
It'll save us the trouble.
- She came out of her coma a little bit ago.
Just sleeping now.
- That's great news.
- Uh, thank you
for pulling me off that guy.
I'm not sure how far I would've taken it.
Sorry to get involved.
- If we're being honest...
it was pretty satisfying to watch.
- [chuckles]
Well, I thought I was gonna lose my best friend.
Thank you both again.
- I wonder if she knows how much he loves her.
- She knows.
- Yo, the Auxiliary Fund was excited.
They even wanna mention us in the monthly newsletter.
- Yeah? Great.
- It's a shame we couldn't sell that.
- Oh, I sold it. Back to him.
But he does this every year
just so he can prove he fits into it.
- Well, today is a pretty good day
for vintage Mouch.
Congratulations again on your big honor.
- Ah. - When's the ceremony?
- I'm not sure actually.
- Well, save us two seats right in the front row.
- Oh, you got it. - Yeah.
- Still?
It's normal that I haven't heard about the test?
- Totally. Still.
- He's right.
- Mm-kay.
I just, um-- I just gotta keep busy.
Working the bar is good for that.
Um...
you know I'm gonna need some
major distraction when I get home, right?
- I think I can provide.
- [whispers] You are so selfless.
- [laughs]
[laughs]
- You two have that connection we saw
with Pete and his wife.
The kind people look for their whole lives.
My advice?
You're overthinking this marriage thing.
You don't need to talk it over with Stella.
You just need to propose.
You think I'm wrong? - No.
You're probably dead-on. It's just...
You're telling me to stop second-guessing everything
and take action?
- In so many words, yeah.
- Well, then I'd say
maybe you should take your own advice.
- Hey, Chief.
What'll ya have?
- I'm gonna need to speak to Kidd.
Um...
Headquarters called.
Exam results are in.
So I'm gonna need a round for the house...
Lieutenant.
- Oh! - Whoo!
- What? What?
[cheers and applause]
[hopeful music]
♪
- I knew you could do it.
[applause continues]
[no audible dialogue]
♪
[wolf howls]