- Violet, the medic from 20.
She's super smart and super competitive.
- I see you're still walking around with that swagger.
- But then at some point, the rules changed.
- You're the one that said we should see other people.
- I didn't think you actually would.
- You are out of your mind.
[dramatic music]
- [laughs] - So...
I may have gotten something for the apartment.
- What does "something" mean? - Something.
- Okay. Let's just start over,
and you just tell me what it is that's coming.
- Nah. Can't do that.
Or you'll reject the delivery.
- [sighs] Stella!
- So, little mix-up at headquarters
which has got me scrambling.
Bottom line is, three of you
need to report to Firehouse 33 for TRA training.
- Huh, no problem, Chief. When?
- Now.
Well, you got 30 minutes.
- Oh. - Look--I'm sorry.
They should've given me notification,
but somebody spelled my name with a W
between the O and the D on the damn email,
and I have been scrambling for floaters
ever since I arrived this morning.
Sorry. - No problem, Chief.
We'll head out. - Thank you.
- Welcome.
- [sighs]
- Just heard you were looking for me, Chief?
- Yes.
Please tell me why you didn't take the TRA training class
five years ago when you were supposed to?
- Uh, pretty sure I did.
- You did not. - Huh.
Well, that's a puzzler.
- Uh-huh.
Report to Firehouse 33.
- Copy that.
Oh, uh, when did you mean?
- Now, Mouch.
- Oh, no, Chief.
That is not something I was prep--
[light music]
♪
- [sighs]
- Hey. - Hey.
- I want you to know
I really appreciate you saying what you did last shift.
You were right.
- Well, I probably shouldn't have snapped.
- No, no. You definitely...
I needed it, quite frankly,
so thank you for helping me get my head on straight.
- Mm-hmm.
Oh, no. - Yep.
- Where's Mackey? - Mandatory training.
- [sighs] No one warned me.
You need to be warned to work with Diggins.
- He is a nightmare.
- Last time he rode with me, he kept the window down
the whole time so he could scream at other drivers.
We didn't even have the sirens on.
- Ugh.
Well, good luck with that.
- Diggins.
- And a lovely day to you, Brett.
I was just telling Herrmann here how much
I dig reporting for duty at Firehouse 51.
It's the dot in the "i" of Chicago.
- Hm. What does that--
- And one of my favorite parts about it
is working with you, Brett.
- Um, this is getting weird.
- I just want you to know--
[alarm blaring]
- Ambulance 61, Truck 81,
vehicle accident, 6535 South Union.
[tense music]
[sirens wailing, horn honking]
♪
- Ma'am, you okay back there?
- My driver is drunk out of his mind.
I told him to pull over and let me out,
and he swung around and started yelling in my face.
And then wham!
- Okay. Ma'am, don't move, okay?
You got glass on you.
So we're gonna have our paramedics come in
and check you for injuries, okay?
All right. Stay put.
- Sir, I'm gonna need you to turn off the engine.
- They don't get the right.
- Turn the engine off.
- Don't tell me what-- I don't need permission.
I--
[tense music]
[engine revving]
- [grunts]
[dramatic music]
♪
- Stop!
Stop! [grunts]
[tires screeching]
♪
[sirens wailing]
- Hey! Hey, hey.
You okay? - Yeah, yeah.
[dramatic music]
Get that guy out of there
and help the woman in the back.
Ow. [grunts]
- Whoa, whoa. - Hang on, hang on.
- Ah. [grunts]
Drunk ride-share driver. Nearly killed me.
- All right, pal. Let's go.
- I'm not even drink. - Uh-huh, yeah.
Hear all about it on your arrest report.
- Maniac!
- Ma'am, let's get you cleaned
and check those wounds, okay?
You went for quite a ride.
But your luck just changed
because that is Sylvie Brett right there next to you.
Pretty much the best paramedic in all of Chicago.
♪
- Hey. You sure you're good?
You got a knot coming out your noggin'.
- Eh, it's fine.
Made out of rock.
All right, 81,
let's get this street cleaned up, huh?
[tense music]
♪
[sniffles, winces]
[sighs]
- Look at the setup. It's so cool.
- I'm actually glad I waited to do this.
A wise man once said,
"The only source of knowledge is experience."
And that man was Albert Einstein, so...
[door opens]
- Oh, boy.
- What? - That's my ex.
- [laughs]
- Gianna Mackey.
- Yes, Chief?
- Saw your name on the list.
Heard great things about you.
- Oh.
Thanks, Chief.
- Good morning!
I'm Chief Zamos.
I'll be your instructor today for TRA training.
- Technical Rescue Awareness.
- Yes. That.
We'll be going over vehicle extraction,
confined space rescue, rope rescue--
- Which will feature rappelling
and limited visibility confined space maneuvers.
- You're, uh, McHolland, correct?
- Yes, Chief.
- Okay.
Gear up. We'll get to it.
- You're gonna want rope bags,
webbing, and full SCBA.
- Hey.
I can fill out the paperwork for you.
- Oh, I got it. - Of course you do.
You're great at everything.
So I will grab us some 4x4s
from the supply closet so we don't run out.
- Wait.
What's going on?
- I don't know what you mean.
- You're usually an erupting volcano,
and today, you're Mr. Rogers.
- I guess I'm feeling pretty good
because I applied to be a Big Buddy.
Oh, which reminds me.
I need a reference from work on my application.
- [sighs]
I'm sure there are plenty paramedics you ride with
who can help you out.
- Yeah, I mean, they didn't return my calls.
And you're here.
- [sighs] I don't know.
- I took a hard look in the mirror.
I said, "Dave, you need to do more for this community."
When I saw the Big Buddy application at the gym,
it was like God was sending me a message.
- Still, I barely know you.
I'm not sure I'm the right person
to be giving you a reference.
- You don't have to answer now.
After riding with me this shift, you'll see.
This is the new me.
- [scoffs]
[intriguing music]
♪
[knocks]
- You all right?
- [clears throat]
Just waiting for some aspirin to kick in.
What's up?
- You know anything about the delivery
Stella ordered for the apartment?
- Delivery of what?
- That's the thing. She wouldn't say.
I don't deal well with change. She knows that.
- Well, it's her home too.
She probably wants to put her stamp on the place.
- Mm, probably.
- Hey, uh, you and Kidd.
If it's time for me to move on
and you guys need the loft to yourselves,
just say the word.
I promise I'm all good.
- Didn't I just say I don't deal well with change?
- You did.
- All right.
- [coughs]
[sighs]
[suspenseful music]
♪
[sighs]
[exhales]
[echoing exhale]
♪
- Hey, Casey?
How are Fox and DePaulo?
- Who?
- Your floaters.
- Oh, yeah. They seem capable.
- 'Cause I got a call from Chief Abrams
over at Battalion 22.
He's looking to fill a permanent truck spot.
He asked for an evaluation of these two.
- Uh, I can do that. Yeah.
I'll, uh, let you know end of shift.
[tense music]
- Thank you.
- Captain, someone out here to see you.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- Christie. Hey.
[both laugh]
- Matt. Ugh.
Vi was so happy about that gift card you sent her.
- Yeah, I wasn't sure what she wanted.
- No, it's--she loved it.
It was too much honestly.
- Never. Ah.
- You all right? - Yeah.
I'm just waiting for some aspirin to kick in.
What brings you by?
- Well, I got a call from Bank of Chicago
about Uncle Jake's account.
- [sighs]
That was my first and only Zoom funeral.
I spent the whole hour looking to see if Mom would show up.
- Have you heard from her?
- Not a word. You?
- [scoffs]
I mean, it's been years.
I guess since she rolled off with Cheyenne?
Anyway, uh,
Uncle Jake had a safety deposit box that he left behind,
and since he didn't wanna leave it with Mom,
he left it with us.
They need both of us to open it.
Can you meet me at the bank when you get off shift?
- Where is it?
- Glen Ellyn. - Oof.
- Please.
- Uncle Jake was obsessed with Mom's case.
It's gonna be a bunch of old photographs, documents,
and court transcripts.
You really wanna look at all that?
Just have the bank toss it.
- Please.
- Fine. Um, 2:30 tomorrow.
- Great.
Uh, here are the forms to fill out
if you wanna do it ahead of time.
- Okay. See you tomorrow.
- Thanks, Matt.
- Yeah.
- W-w-well, look at this!
Like they used to have at the Golden Corral
out in Naperville.
- That's a good spread.
- This is even better.
I don't know if I'm wearing
my all-you-can-eat stretchy pants,
but I'm gonna give it a shot.
- Hey, Diggins.
I just got off the phone with Cartwright over at 32,
and he said that you didn't fill out
the incident reports from your last shift.
- Well, that's because Cartwright is a--
Bit overworked right now,
and I will be happy to swing by there
and sort this out with him.
- Huh.
- Okay, Krieger up there is gonna play our victim,
simulating a citizen trapped on a high-rise balcony.
Now we're each gonna conduct a rescue using
the traditional rope rescue system.
- That means a main line and belay rope.
- McHolland. - Yes, Chief?
- You seem like a real expert.
- I've done this once or twice.
- Then why don't you go first?
Show us how it's done.
- You got it, Chief.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- I hope this isn't weird for you.
- Me? Not at all.
We're casual.
- No, I know. It's just--
- Is it weird for you? - Definitely.
- [laughs]
- Ready, Chief? - Okay.
What McHolland's gonna demonstrate here
is a single rope technique,
and a webbing harness,
and a pick-off strap rescue.
- Actually, Chief,
I have something the academy doesn't teach anymore.
- Whoa.
[light music]
♪
[scoffs]
[applause]
- [grunts]
- Whoo!
- Yo, Mouch. That was awesome.
- Nice job. - Good job.
- Thanks, guys. Thanks, buddy.
[applause]
- That's who it was gonna be. - Give me a sec.
- Is, um, like, um...
- Even ambo for the longest time.
- Yes! Yes.
- Hey.
Did I hear you're taking the lieutenant's test?
- Sure am.
- Nothing but trouble.
Part they don't tell you about being an officer
is you make one wrong call in a fire,
suddenly guess what-- Lawsuit City.
Ask Lyons over in 46.
Oh, that's right.
You can't ask him because he quit.
So be careful what you wish for.
And one other thing--
I am so proud
to see a young female firefighter
going after her dreams.
It's inspiring to those of us
who welcome these changes at the CFD.
Hi, Sylvie.
Having a little snack attack?
- It goes without saying but ignore him.
[alarm blaring]
- Squad 3, Ambulance 61, man down from unknown causes,
31 West Moffat Street.
[sirens wailing, horns honking]
[tense music]
♪
- Hurry. It's my husband.
- [grunts in pain]
- I told him not to work out alone.
And now the pin went straight through his hand.
[dramatic music]
- [yells]
- [groaning] - All right, just breathe.
- [breathing heavily]
[tense music]
- Look out. Give us some room.
- [grunting in pain]
- Okay, Cap, hand me the grinder.
Cruz, let's get this weight off him.
- You got it.
- Relax. - [groans]
- There we go. Right there.
- [grunts] - I'm gonna cut here.
We'll just take the pin with us to Med.
- You can't remove it?
- No, we need a trauma surgeon for that.
- She's right, ma'am.
This is Sylvie Brett, the best paramedic in Chic--
- Don't.
Sir, I'm gonna give you
a shot of Fentanyl for the pain, okay?
- Okay. Okay, anything.
♪
[breathing heavily]
- Here. - Good.
We're good.
- All right, Cruz. Tell me when you're ready.
- Yep.
[dramatic music]
- Capp.
- Watch your eyes.
[saw buzzing]
- [groaning]
♪
[groans]
- All right, Cruz.
♪
- There we go. - All right.
- [grunts]
[groans]
- That's it. He's free.
- Gauze.
- All right, gurney.
- [breathing shakily]
- You have a lovely home, ma'am.
- I told Dalan a million times
not to put gym equipment in the basement.
But he wouldn't listen.
Just bought things without telling me.
Now look where it got him.
♪
- Come on, come on, come on, come on.
[all grunting]
- Move it, move it, move it!
- That's it! - Push!
- Go, go, go, go! - Come on!
- Speed it up! Speed it up!
- She's beating you, Gallo! - You are toast.
- Oh.
- Okay, Mackey! - [grunts]
There you go. Go for it.
- Mackey, come on, go, Mackey! - Yes!
- Let's go, 51, let's go!
- I'm gonna win.
- Go, go, go, go. - Get it, Mackey.
[indistinct shouting]
- Whoo!
1:45. Impressive.
- Who won? - Mackey.
- Yes.
- I had you. - Not even close.
- We were a dead heat.
- Said every silver finalist ever.
- Okay.
I have completion forms for everyone.
Take 'em back to your battalion chief,
and he or she will cross you off the list.
Come and get it when I call your name.
Mackey.
I got a proposition for you.
I have an ambulance here at 33 that needs a paramedic.
I understand you're fluent in Spanish.
- Es verdad, Jefe.
- The PIC is retiring within a year,
and I want to home-grow his replacement.
This neighborhood has a lot of Spanish-speaking citizens,
and we could use your talent.
- Oh. You want me to transfer?
- If you'll consider it, I'll call your chief.
- [laughs]
Um...
[scoffs] I don't know what to say.
- I know I'm catching you off guard.
I like to move quickly when I see someone
with your skills and confidence.
- Well, can I think it over?
- Yes, of course. I'll wait for your call.
- Thanks. - Griffey!
[tense music]
Shackleford.
Mikami.
McDevitt.
Beck.
Gallo.
- [exhales] I'm getting it.
Thank you.
- Ritter.
- Thank you. - Uh, let's see.
Barna.
- Chief Zamos?
You, uh--you forgot me.
- I didn't.
- Sorry?
- You can take the course again at a later date.
- Well, I don't understand.
- You didn't actually do
any of the drills I laid out for you.
Instead, you showboated.
♪
Next course will be listed on the website.
- [sighs]
[water pattering]
[ominous music]
- [exhales deeply]
♪
[exhales]
- Brett! Wait.
You--
[breathing heavily]
You forgot to sign this for me before you left.
- Uh, Diggins?
I appreciate that you wanna give back,
but there are many, many ways
that you could do that, you know?
Volunteer at a soup kitchen
or pick up clothing donations for those in need.
All excellent choices.
But being a Big Buddy requires someone
with a longer fuse.
Wait.
Is--is this to adopt a cat?
- Yeah. What did you think it was?
- Oh. [laughs]
You s--you said Big Buddy, and I thought--
I thought it was like signing up
to be a Big Brother at the Boys and Girls Club.
- I would've said Big Brother if it was Big Brother.
J-- - Oh.
- If you really don't wanna do this for me, then just--
- Oh, no, no, no, no. This is great.
I'm--I'm happy to help. Sorry for the confusion.
[laughs] Uh....
- Oh.
- I actually think you would be great with a cat.
I can see you and a fuzzy little buddy
totally bonding.
- Oh. Thank you, Brett.
That's really--
this means a lot to me.
- It's my pleasure.
♪
[sighs]
- Hey.
Sorry I'm late.
- I was hoping you didn't stand me up.
- Nah, nah. It was just traffic.
- I liked Uncle Jake.
I wish I'd been more in touch with him
over the years.
- Remember that above-ground pool he had?
- Oh, I did not wanna go in there.
- That water was freezing.
- And there was the occasional frog at the bottom.
- [laughs]
- Are you ready?
- [exhales]
[door creaking]
- Box 088.
Here are your keys. - Thank you.
- I'll give you your privacy.
[soft somber music]
♪
- If you don't wanna see what's inside, I understand.
I c-- - I came this far.
[inhales, exhales deeply]
- Does that mean anything to you?
- [laughs]
Didn't know he owned a Rolex.
- Is it worth a fortune?
- No idea.
There's a shop near my house that sells vintage watches.
I can pop in there and get an appraisal.
If they make an offer, we can split the money.
- Nah. Keep it.
- Christie. - I'm serious.
I don't want it. - Absolutely not.
I would have told the bank
to dump this whole box sight unseen.
If this is worth anything, we're splitting it.
End of story.
- Fine.
- Hey.
What were you hoping to find in here?
- I don't know.
Maybe some answers about why Mom is the way she is.
Something.
Anything.
Our family just always kept secrets, you know?
This time, I thought it was gonna be different.
I'm sorry you drove all the way out here.
- [grunts]
It's no problem.
It's good to see you.
- You too.
[soft music]
♪
- So what do you think?
- What do you think?
- I mean,
it sounds like a great opportunity.
Brett's gonna be PIC on 61 for years to come, right?
And if I have a path
that allows me to move up at my age...
- I can see that.
- That's not the only reason if I'm being honest.
- What do you mean?
- A couple weeks ago,
when that shrapnel almost took your head off?
- Mm-hmm.
- I had a hard time concentrating.
- You seemed fine.
- On the outside, sure.
On the inside, I was a mess.
At first, I was worried
about finding my place at a busy house.
But I found that I could handle that.
But the thing that still gets me is
watching you on every call.
[tense music]
You're my connection to Dex.
If I lose you, I lose-- - Gianna.
- I know--I know it's not fair to you.
I know. But it's there.
♪
- When you first came to 51,
I told you working in a busy house
was gonna help you make a name for yourself.
And look. It did.
This transfer seems right for you in multiple ways.
- That's what I was thinking.
- Then sincerely, I think you should go for it.
[hopeful music]
♪
- Captain. - Chief.
- Is Mouch in the locker room?
- Uh, I haven't seen him.
- Mouch is parking, Chief.
Do you want me to tell him you're looking for him?
- Tell him do not pass go,
to proceed directly to my office.
- Will do.
[soft tense music]
♪
- [sighs]
- I'm thinking about having a Chicago Med night at Molly's.
You know, just thanking everybody
for their last year of service.
- Free drinks?
- Eh, just a thank you, you know,
while they're drinking.
- Generous. - Hey, Mouch.
Chief's looking for you. Doesn't look happy.
- You didn't get your TRA certification.
- Well--
- Chief Zamos says you didn't follow simple training.
- That's not--
- Give me one good reason
why you couldn't just follow orders.
- I was with a bunch of 20-year-olds!
[bag thuds]
Do you know how many times
I get a chance to show off around here,
to show the young crew what I can do?
I'm never the hero, Chief.
I haven't been for a long time.
♪
I got a little carried away,
a little caught up
that they were watching me,
looking to learn from me.
You should have seen 'em, Chief.
Everyone impressed
that a guy like me
had something to show young firefighters like them.
[sniffles]
♪
I'm sorry to get you involved, Chief.
I'll--I'll take the certification again
next time it's offered.
I'll do it their way.
♪
- [inhales]
[exhales]
[sighs]
♪
Brett.
[voice muffled] Can I...
get your professional opinion about something?
- Of course.
- Brett!
We need you and Mackey out on the apron.
There's a guy who fell off his truck.
[dramatic music]
- Go ahead.
♪
- [grunting]
Ow! Ah!
[groaning]
[screams]
- [groaning]
[dramatic music]
♪
- All right.
Can't leave him upside down.
Sir, what's your name?
- Earl.
- Earl? - [groans]
- This is gonna hurt, Earl.
We're gonna lift him so he's even with the ground.
Severide, see if you can free his foot.
- Yep. - Okay, get a hold.
And on three.
One, two, three.
- [screaming]
- See if you can lift him up a little higher.
♪
- All right, hang on, Earl. Almost there.
- [screams]
- Hold on the splint until we free his foot.
- Copy. - [screaming]
[all grunting]
- [screaming] - All right, all right.
All right.
- [groaning] - All right, Earl.
We're gonna put you on the ambulance
so we can take you to Med, okay?
[grunts] Here you go.
- [groans]
- Hey. What'd you wanna ask me?
♪
- Oh, nothing.
I'm good.
Okay.
Let's unload the oxygen bottles off of there.
And, Cruz, move this truck off the apron
and park it on the street.
I'll call facilities and have them come get it.
[sirens wailing]
- Hey.
How big is the piece of furniture
you're having delivered to the apartment?
- Pretty big actually.
- I don't wanna be rescuing any more deliverymen.
- [sighs] No promises.
- Stella, what is it?
- I got something for you.
I talked to Chief Zamos.
He owed me.
I'm the one who pulled his butt
out of the Belmont fire 20 years ago.
- I don't know what to say.
- Let me tell you something, Mouch.
You are a hero every time you suit up in your bunker gear.
And it doesn't take hijacking some class
for younger firefighters for me to recognize it.
You know, when we're on scene,
I sometimes catch a glimpse of young Ritter just...
watching you.
The admiration on his face.
It's beautiful.
He loves you, Mouch. He respects you.
And that's because of the man you are.
[emotional music]
And the job you do.
♪
- Thanks, Chief.
[exhales]
- Are you kidding me? This sounds amazing.
Who's the PIC?
- Uh, Steve Cha?
- [gaps] I know him.
He's a great paramedic. You'll love him.
- Oh, you have no idea how happy this makes me.
- You will definitely be missed here,
but trust me-- you'll doubt yourself forever
if you don't jump on an opportunity like this.
- Thanks, Brett.
- Brett!
- Diggins.
Oh, is this your little buddy?
- Mm-hmm.
- Oh, she seems--
- A disaster? - What?
- Yeah, after you built me up so much,
telling me how good I'd be as a Big Buddy,
I went ahead and took the plunge.
- That's not exactly how that went down.
- Oof! Was that a mistake.
My couch is in tatters.
[cat snarling] She destroyed my workout bench.
Look at my neck.
Damn near slit my carotid.
I do not need this thing in my life.
- Um...
- And since you signed the paperwork as my second,
this puss is now yours.
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- You are now the legal owner of Veronicat.
Best of luck to you. Little tip.
You're gonna wanna take home some gauze.
- N--wha--
D-- [cat meowing]
[sighs]
[cat hisses]
[cat yowls]
- Oof.
- This is the first one of these...
That I am delighted to sign.
- Thank you, Chief.
- You do us proud out there.
- I will, Chief.
- I'ma check on you at 33. - You better.
- I just don't get how it happens.
- I think you might have some weird karma or something, dude,
because that whole situation is...
- Oh. - Ah.
- Are you back for another round?
Because I will set up a course right out on the apron.
- Raincheck.
Actually, your chief wanted me to stop in.
- Cool. - Cool.
- What do you think that's all about?
- No idea.
- You two need to hurry up.
All right, the delivery's supposed to come
any time between 8:00 and noon.
- That usually means 2:00.
- Yeah, this'll be the time that they're early.
Plus I gotta stop by the academy
to get some study supplies,
so go, go, go.
- Yeah, I got a quick errand to run.
- Ah. On you then, Kelly.
- No--not if you don't tell me what it is!
[engine revs]
[engine turns over]
- A 1965 Rolex
"Double Red" Sea Dweller.
- Inheritance.
- Hmm, your dad left you a great watch.
- Uncle actually.
- He into diving?
- Navy.
- Well, this is the gold standard
of dive watches.
Initials "JMD" mean anything to you?
- Yeah. They were, uh--
it's a family thing.
- Okay, well, sailor cap off to your uncle
for keeping it in pristine condition.
You wanna know how much it's worth?
[suspenseful music]
- $80,000?
- That's what he offered me.
- [laughs] Wow.
- Yeah.
I didn't take it.
- "JMD."
- Joelle Meredith Davis.
Uncle Jake's wife.
- She died 50 years before him.
- And he was still carrying around this watch
at the end of his life.
Given to him by his first love.
He was hung up on her that long.
Just didn't feel right selling it.
- You keep it.
- You sure?
- I think there's a reason
Uncle Jake wanted you to open that box.
- What reason?
- That'll be for you to figure out.
- [laughs] Okay.
- [laughs] - Thanks.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- You should get that looked at.
- What?
- I'm your sister, Matt.
I know when things aren't right with you.
You need to see a doctor about your headaches.
- [sighs]
I will.
♪
- [sighs]
[door opens]
- Is the new furniture here yet?
[elevator dings]
- Service elevator.
It's right behind you.
- Okay. Right this way.
Thank you.
Right this way.
[both chuckling]
- Thank you. Right, uh--
- [laughing] - Right this way.
Yes, yes, yes. Uh...
Right there is good.
- Why did you think I would reject this?
- Well, you like to keep the apartment
all cool and sophisticated and adult.
But this is a badass loft.
It needs a little fun.
And since Herrmann turned me down
for putting a machine in at Molly's,
I thought why not.
- Indeed. - Yeah.
I also got the high score on it at Game Day.
- Well, I think it's great. Thank you.
- Well, it's not for you.
It's actually for me to beat both of you.
- [scoffs] - Ah.
- So, uh, you two play with each other.
And I will take on the winner.
[upbeat music]
♪
- Maybe I'll be out of here sooner than you think.
- Oh! - Hey!
- Oh! - Wow!
- Is that three? - No.
- Oh, no!
I didn't see that one. That didn't happen.
- That one did.
- You've got the record already.
[dramatic music]
♪
[wolf howls]