The thing we swore would never happen happened.
Our relationship got in the way of the job
and the job in the way of the relationship.
Gabby...
We need some space from each other.
So you're leaving?
(SOBBING)
(CRYING)
He's off the machine? And breathing normally.
Is that my beautiful grandson?
Dad?
Get back!
This looks like the stockpile of an arsonist.
Hey, guys?
BODEN SR.: Fold and tuck.
Fold and tuck.
Tight as a drum.
So the boy feels safe.
Just like in his mommy's belly. Yes.
That's what I told Wallace. Wrap him tight, like a little baby burrito.
Okay, okay.
Some men were born to think.
Others to lift heavy things.
But you, Terrance Boden, were born to be loved.
Preciously and infinitely.
Thank you. There you go.
Yes. Yes, sweet-face.
How long you staying, Pop?
Depends.
Depends on what?
Things.
Hey, guys. Atwater.
What's up? What have we got?
We got chlorine powder, bags of cat litter, brake fluid, vegetable oil...
All in bulk.
Yeah, homie definitely had peculiar taste when he hit the Sam's Club.
These are accelerants every arsonist knows about.
At least the slick ones.
Then there's these.
SEVERIDE: All about Shay's death.
What can you tell us about the person who leased this unit?
Paid cash.
Two years in advance.
I pulled the paperwork.
Yeah. Man or woman? Man.
Remember what he looked like?
I don't weigh 'em and measure 'em, I just take the money.
Uh, we'll check that paperwork in your office when we get time.
Will you just give us a minute? Mmm.
Thanks, sir.
(ATWATER SIGHS)
Thing is, it's not exactly a crime scene.
It's gonna be real hard to pull forensics in on this.
We know it's a long shot and arson's almost impossible to prove,
but even if it just rules it out, we'd sleep better.
Can't make any promises, but I'll see what I can do.
I know it means a lot to y'all.
Yeah, thank you. Thank you.
The items discovered at that storage unit are unsettling to us all here at 51.
As of now, there is no indication of foul play.
But rest assured, the matter will be looked into.
In the meanwhile, our job remains the same,
that is to safeguard the people of Chicago.
So you keep your heads down and you handle your business.
Brett, Mills. My office.
Come on in. Take a seat.
After everything you went through with Lullo's people,
I want you to know you have my full blessing
if you want to take some time off.
Thank you, Chief. But, uh, personally, I'm fine.
I'd rather be here. At work.
In that case, I would like to ask you both to consider to see someone.
Processing a trauma like that takes time.
We have a lot of good people who can help.
I think that that would be really good.
For me anyway.
I'll make the call. Peter?
I'm straight.
Hmm.
Okay, then.
You change your mind you let me know.
Will do.
That's all.
MOUCH: What do we have here?
Wicker Park Wolverines?
HERRMANN: Yeah. It's got a certain ring to it, doesn't it?
My boy, Luke, he's playing the game of champions. Yeah.
I thought you were banned from the League, Herrmann?
Yeah, kids hockey brings out the worst in you.
Some sort of trophy fiasco if I'm not mistaken?
HERRMANN: That was an isolated incident.
Besides, I was completely in the right.
Anyway, my two year suspension is over, and I'm back in action.
So show some respect for the finest head coach of Pee Wee hockey in Chicago, will ya?
(ALARM BUZZING)
DISPATCHER OVER PA: Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61.
Two car accident. West 17th and Halsted.
(SIREN WAILING)
(HORN BLARING)
Stalled train's got Boden trapped in.
I'll run point till he gets here.
Yeah. Copy that.
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
Help me! Please!
I'm Lieutenant Casey with the Fire Department.
We're going to get you out, okay?
I can't feel my legs!
Help me, please!
Hey, just give us a minute, okay, ma'am?
Sev? Yeah?
It's Chaplain Orlovsky.
He's bleeding out.
Hey, guys, separate the two vehicles.
We'll pull them both out at the same time, all right?
Tony, stay ready on that winch. TONY: Got it.
WOMAN: God, help me. Please!
(SIRENS WAILING) Wait. Wait. Hold.
We move this car first, she could be paralyzed, or worse.
The longer he's pinned in, the more blood...
I know.
Your call.
(GASPING)
WOMAN: God, help me, please!
Herrmann, Dawson, get the jaws.
WOMAN: Help me!
Lieutenant, with all due respect, it's the Chaplain.
We're getting her out first.
WOMAN: Please!
You heard him, candidate. Move it.
Capp, Tony, we're gonna cut the roof posts off
so we can get the Chap out as soon as this car's out of the way.
Yeah.
All right, Chap. How's it going?
Mills, status?
Yeah, I got a pulse. But it's weak.
He's lost a lot of blood from this head wound.
Help me, please! Please help me!
All right. Hang in there, lady. We're getting you out.
I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?
All right, guys, we're good to go.
(WHIRRING)
(GLASS BREAKING)
(METAL CREAKING)
CASEY: Backboard.
(STRUGGLING)
Easy, easy.
Careful with her head.
Go, go.
Hey, Lieutenant.
Good luck.
Thanks.
All right, go ahead!
(ENGINE REVS)
SEVERIDE: Okay, that's enough.
(WHIRRING)
(METAL BREAKING)
CASEY: Get him on the backboard.
Easy.
(PANTING)
CASEY: Go! Go!
And it's not until the pot's up to, like, a hundred dollars
that the Chaplain reveals his true colors.
Come to find out the guy's like the Billy the Kid of Five-Card Stud.
Get out of here.
Yeah. Our Chaplain? Orlovsky?
On my mother's grave. Total shark.
Ask Mouch.
Ambush predator.
If he wasn't a man of the cloth, I'd have accused him of cheating.
This is right after Mickey Drobitch died in that scuba incident. God rest his soul.
The Chaplain, he never said anything about it.
Just him being here,
playing cards with all of us, it shined a light.
Helped a lot of firefighters through some dark times.
Hey. How is he?
He's still touch-and-go.
Has multiple internal injuries.
Still hasn't regained consciousness.
CASEY: Okay.
Um, the extra time he spent pinned in,
how much worse did that make it?
Chaplain's a junkyard dog. He's gonna be just fine.
Hey, you two, tomorrow night.
Molly's. Seven PM. Pee Wee hockey draft. Be there.
Whoa, whoa. Draft, what?
Whoa, Herrmann, come on. Be reasonable.
Games is one thing.
And we'll make practices.
Most of 'em, anyway.
But the draft?
Yeah, man, you gotta admit that's a little above and beyond.
One of the terms of my reinstatement is
I have to be accompanied by two adults to all league functions.
Half price drinks at Molly's for two weeks.
One. Done.
What did he do to get banned, anyway?
Hey. Hey.
Matt, uh, sorry, I mean, Lieutenant.
Just, uh, checking in on you.
I can still do that, right?
I've got to finish up this incident report.
Yeah. Yeah, of course.
All souls weigh the same.
What?
One life isn't worth any more than the other.
That's what the Chaplain told me after Shay died.
Hey. Can I borrow Dawson?
We'll keep our radios on.
Yeah.
It cost me a bottle of 12-year-old Scotch, the good stuff,
but I talked the landlady into letting us into the building at West Walnut.
Where Shay died?
Yeah. I mean, given what we found at the storage unit, I just, I figured...
It wasn't arson, Kelly.
It was, it was squatters cooking over an open flame.
You saw the fire with your own eyes, didn't you?
Yeah. I...
So why go back?
Look, I get it, okay?
If you're not ready for that, just say it.
Okay. I'm coming.
(SNIFFLING)
This is where we were.
(SNIFFLING)
I just wanted her to know that she could do it without me.
That's why I changed places...
It's okay, Dawson.
I never wanted to come back here.
Well, if we don't turn over every stone, who will?
Right?
Come on, let's go upstairs.
DONNA: Hey. ALL: Hey.
Detective Boden.
Hey. Hey.
How are ya?
Look at the little Chief.
Ah! He's even got the old man's furrowed brow. DONNA: Yeah, he does.
HERRMANN: Wow.
Bet he's got a better disposition, huh?
DONNA: Oh, come on! Hey, hey, hey.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Hey.
Hey, Donna. Hey.
Hey, Pop. Give me the baby. Okay.
(LAUGHS) Come on.
Detective Boden!
(LAUGHING) So great to see you.
This gentleman right here is who I dedicate my illustrious career with the CFD to.
"Illustrious?"
Let me show you something that will make your heart stop.
Bam.
Oh! Come on.
Taken the day I graduated from the Academy.
This man believed in me from the jump.
Am I wrong, Detective?
Randall, you have exceeded my wildest dreams and my expectations.
Times change, maybe, but Randall McHolland, he stays the same.
Yes, he does.
Right here? Okay.
You're feeding the baby too much, Donna.
Thanks.
That's why he keeps spitting up.
I'll ask the doctor about it.
And your burping technique.
Well, now, that's something we can work on.
Any chance of you joining us for the well-baby check?
I would love to, Donna, but you know...
Hey, don't worry, son.
I'll be there.
Thanks, Pop.
Ah. He's spitting up again.
Shoot.
You see the burn pattern?
The V-shape? Yeah.
That's where the fire ignited the blast, right?
But they didn't find any signs of arson.
No accelerants. Nothing. Right.
But this is where I saw the squatters' fire.
What are you saying?
If this is where the fire started, the burn pattern should be here.
Not over there.
Are you sure that's where it was?
Yeah. A hundred percent.
This is my landmark. This pole.
That's worth running by Arson.
You know anybody?
Yeah. I do.
Wanted to see me, Lieutenant?
Yeah, Chicago Med called.
They're having trouble tracking down a next of kin for Chaplain Orlovsky.
I see. Yeah.
You know him pretty well, right?
Any ideas?
Yeah. I met his mother one time.
I'll sniff around, see what I can find out.
All right. Thanks.
They say if he's going to make it?
Uh,
he's still unconscious.
Could go either way.
For what it's worth,
doing anything different could've put 'em both in the grave.
You made the right call, Lieutenant.
All you can do is play it like it comes.
Appreciate that, Herrmann.
I'll let you know what I find out. (ALARM BUZZING)
DISPATCHER OVER PA: Ambulance 61, adult female with head injuries,
3331 West 17th.
Did someone call for a paramedic?
(KNOCKING)
Fire department. Open up.
Ma'am, is everything okay?
I'm fine. Sorry to trouble you.
Looks worse than it is.
I'm a bleeder.
We're happy to take a look.
Um, my neighbor must've heard me yell.
I was coming down the stairs and I tripped. I'm fine. Really.
Ma'am, you sure that you're okay?
You heard her.
Look, we get in there, you set her aside.
I'm gonna square off with that husband.
If she gives any acknowledgment of being beat,
anything at all, we call the cops in, okay?
Got it. All right.
Ma'am. We need you to open up.
Look, ma'am, you can decline treatment,
but we're not gonna leave until you sign a refusal.
Have a seat, ma'am. I'll take a look at you.
I'm fine, really.
Did you see what happened?
Nothing, huh?
Nope.
There something I need to sign or...
You can talk to me, okay?
This bruise on the side of your face, is that a slap mark?
What? No.
If he hurt you, we can get you out of here. I promise.
Hey, can I help you with something?
This is my place.
And that's my wife and she said she's fine.
Well, she doesn't look fine.
I don't want treatment, okay?
Sign here.
Hey.
Uh, I'm not trying to get in your business.
Just checking on my partner.
I'm fine.
That domestic, it just got under my skin, that's all.
I made an appointment with Boden's guy.
The counselor? Yeah?
We could go together.
I mean, if you want.
Thanks anyway.
WOMAN: I'm not saying there's not something there.
But Arson reached the same conclusion you did the day of the accident.
Squatters cooking on an open flame caused a hundred gallon propane tank to explode.
Neither Arson nor anyone else knew the burn patterns
were in a different place from where I saw the fire.
I didn't even know it myself until we went back.
I hear you, Kelly.
And it, it's interesting, but inconclusive.
Look, Leslie Shay wasn't just some victim in this fire.
And she wasn't just a paramedic on 61.
She was my partner.
For five and a half years. And his best friend.
So if there's even the slightest bit of maybe,
we will walk through hell to find out for sure.
The investigator in charge of the case is by the book.
To be frank, he's a bit of a dick.
All he shared with me was the summary.
No guarantees, all right?
But let me see if I can pull the file so you can take a look.
Thank you.
(SLAMMING)
Used to take his mom to hear his sermons on Sundays.
Then they'd go for blintzes at the Golden Apple.
Good egg, Mrs. Orlovsky.
You got a number for her?
She passed about six months ago.
(SIGHS)
Been trying to paint this place for years, but the Chaplain won't let me.
Says he doesn't want me wasting the money.
Any idea where he keeps his address book?
Maybe I can find a number for another relative.
Nah, but you're welcome to poke around.
He's in pretty rough shape, huh?
Critical condition.
Hope he pulls through.
Yeah. Me too.
Ain't that the way life is?
How's that?
Chaplain's always taking care of everybody else.
But never had anybody to look out for him.
We'd like to welcome each and every one of you to this year's Pee Wee
Single A Hockey Draft.
(CHEERING)
Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Pardon me, Commissioner. Listen.
I just want to remind everyone that we're here for the kids.
So, let's have a fun and respectful evening and we'll have a terrific season,
all right?
Whoo! Welcome back, Mad Dog!
Right there!
(CHEERING)
Be right back.
Hey. (INAUDIBLE)
Now, to ensure parity in League play,
each of your kids has been ranked on the scale from one to five.
Each team will have no more than three players for any given category...
Check it out. Reason Herrmann got banned...
Oh. I'm dying to hear this.
Championship game two years ago. Ten seconds left, right?
Herrmann's older kid, Lee Henry, gets a breakaway.
Out of nowhere, kid from the other team trips him from behind.
Mmm. The other coach distracted the ref so he never saw it.
Oh. Herrmann must've been so steamed.
He broke into the Commissioner's car, stole all the first-place trophies and
gave it to his kids instead.
(LAUGHING)
He left one behind, though, except he tried
to cross out the word "Champions" and wrote in "Cheaters."
(LAUGHING)
Now, in the threes, we've got Magonia, Lauritzen and Herrmann.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. A three? You're giving my kid a three?
What'd your kid get? Five, but...
Yeah, five, right. You know what? Your kid...
Oh, this is all on you. I got to bounce. Hey.
You know what? If you run this league like you run your business...
You know what, your kid couldn't play hockey on a basketball court.
Uh... Happy Hour at Molly's! Two for one drinks for every dad in Pee Wees, huh?
(CHEERING)
(GRUNTS)
So, what do you guys think?
What is it?
It's my dad's old footlocker from the Navy.
Sylvie mentioned you guys needed a coffee table.
I thought this would be perfect.
It's great.
Right?
Beer, anyone?
Ah, yes, please.
Herrmann wore me out.
DAWSON: Oh, he will do that to you.
Uh, I don't think I have any, actually.
Oh, yes, you do.
Oh.
Ah. The perks of having a roommate.
A-ha.
BRETT: When my brother turned three, my parents made us share a room.
I remember he came running in and yelled, "Sylvie, we're mermaids!"
(LAUGHING)
He meant to say roomies.
That's adorable.
Yes, it was.
CRUZ: Left something in the truck. Be right back.
(DOOR SHUTS) So, uh, he's certainly enthusiastic, huh?
In ways you can't even imagine.
(GULPS) For real?
Yep. Yeah.
Wow. Good for you.
What about you?
How you holding up?
I'm just, uh, just trying to keep the Chaplain off my mind, you know.
You two were close, huh?
He was there for me when I needed him.
I'm glad you're here.
Yeah, me, too.
Mermaids. Mermaids.
(LAUGHING)
(EXHALES)
(BABY CRIES SOFTLY)
(EXHALES) God, um...
There's something... Okay, um...
(MUTTERING)
You're sure he's not gonna roll off the table?
He's eight days old.
Sure. Like this, right?
(BABY CRIES)
You just gotta get up in there.
Don't rush me. I'm not rushing you.
So it's like this... Mmm-hmm.
(SPUTTERS)
Yeah. We got this. Yeah.
And there is your son.
Oh. He's hungry.
Oh, hungry? Yeah.
You know what?
If one more person tells me that my baby is either hungry or full, I swear...
Okay, I'm sorry.
No. No. You have to talk to him tonight, Wallace.
I know. I am. I will.
You know, God love him, but your father is just
driving me around the bend right now.
Donna, Donna, I will handle it.
Okay.
You got a beautiful life here, son.
Pop, we gotta talk.
I'm Stage Four.
What?
Oncologist gave me about four months to live...
Hey!
Oh, don't get up.
Sorry I kept you. Took longer than I thought.
Oh, no, I'm just grateful you could take the time.
Uh, you got decaf green tea?
Sure.
So the investigator assigned to the case, this guy Bill Jensen,
stonewalled me when I asked for the file.
Okay.
But one good thing about the antiquated interoffice mail system
is that you can get access to any file.
It took me a while to snap pics of every document.
But in the end, I got it done.
How can I thank you?
Oh.
Thanks.
My first year on the job, I had this field training officer,
Graham Tracey.
He taught me the ropes, blocked for me.
Just an amazing human being.
One night we get called to a structure fire on South Racine.
He makes this incredible save,
pulls out an eight-year-old kid right before the roof came down.
He was making one last trip up the ladder when his foot slipped.
Thirty-five foot drop.
Died on impact.
I'm sorry.
I know what it's like to lose a fellow firefighter.
Do whatever you got to do.
(KNOCKING)
What's up?
Uh, I just got off the phone with Chief Hatcher.
Apparently, CFD approved the alderman's request
for a dedication ceremony in Shay's honor.
That's great, right? Yeah.
It's gonna be, um, next Thursday here at 51.
Kelly, I was hoping that either you or Dawson would say a few words.
Yeah, of course.
In light of the storage unit fire, I understand if it's not a good time.
It's never not a good time.
Then, uh, then that's all.
Thanks, Chief.
Chief, everything okay?
It's my father.
He's not doing well.
Sounds serious.
It is.
If there's anything we can do, I...
I just need two minutes to myself right now.
Absolutely.
(EXHALES)
Atwater, what's up?
What's up, man? I was in the area, figured I'd tell you what I got in person.
All right.
So, uh, the storage unit, leased out to this guy named John Johnson.
Previous address he listed was 1956 Elvis Lane. Graceland, Tennessee.
I found no car registered under his name.
And the date of birth he listed on the credit check was bogus.
Guy's a ghost, man.
I appreciate you looking into it.
Man, I'm sorry, bro.
I mean, if it was classified as a crime scene there'd be more I could do, but...
No, I get it. Thanks for coming by.
Yeah. Take it easy.
There it is again. Second mention.
Shredded newspaper. So what?
They call it a "trailer."
Wait, yeah, I think I learned about this at the Academy.
It's a... It's a way to spread fire from
wherever it starts to other flammable materials already there, right?
Like plastic, or trash, or whatever.
Yeah. That way it doesn't look like arson.
DAWSON: Might explain why the burn patterns were in a different spot
than when you saw the squatters' fire.
Possibly.
I guess we're going back.
BRETT: Traumatic amputation.
His heart rate's in the 130's and he is high as a kite...
My fingers, where my damn fingers at, lady?
You lost 'em, I am gonna get litigious on your ass!
Here are your fingers.
WOMAN: Trauma three. Have a surgeon on standby.
Better not be nobody else's fingers in that bag.
Can't fool me.
I've seen the way you do people around here.
MAN: I'm watching you. All of you. Like a hawk.
All right, I got to know.
Guy's sitting on the floor with garden shears when we get there.
Only one left is his pinky.
Says, "She loves me, bitch loves me not."
Cuts the sucker right off.
How romantic. Ah.
(CHUCKLES) Right.
MAN: Pupils are unequal. Possible basal skull fracture.
She's posturing. WOMAN: Get her into two.
That's the woman from the domestic.
Uh, pretty sure.
Hey. 3331 West 17th? Yeah, how'd you guess?
Was her husband there?
They're married?
He didn't seem real broken up about it.
(SIGHS)
Just wait right here. I'll be right back.
What are you going to do?
I just forgot the portable oxygen tank in there.
Be right back. I'm gonna grab it.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
(KNOCKING)
MAN: What's your problem?
You get your worthless ass out of my house right now
or I'll have the cops here so fast it'll...
Come on.
(GRUNTS) You like hitting women?
All right, all right, all right!
You ever hurt her again, and I'll come back here and kill you.
You hear me? Mmm-hmm.
Can I talk to you? Yeah, sure.
Portable oxygen tank's right here. Yeah, it is.
Been here all day.
It was an honest mistake.
Really? Yes.
You want to BS the paperwork, that's one thing.
But don't lie to your partner. Ever.
And if this is some kind of PTSD rage thing over what happened with Lullo,
then go see somebody, like Boden said.
Because these things get worse.
You done?
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hey. Sorry.
Hello? Hey, Kendra. How is he?
Chicago Med?
I see. I appreciate the call.
Chaplain Orlovsky regained consciousness this morning.
Odds are he's gonna make a full recovery.
Thank God. That's so great.
Phew.
I hear that right, Lieutenant?
Chaplain's gonna pull through?
Yeah, he is.
What'd I tell you? Junkyard dog.
Give him my love when you see him.
All Right. I'm heading there right now.
Oh, hang on a sec, if that's the case.
I ordered extra hoping this moment would come.
You tell Padre that when he's back on his feet again, the Wicker Park Wolverines
could use an assistant coach who actually knows something about hockey.
Oh! Hey.
Now, Cruz may not know anything about hockey, but me...
But do you guys have any idea who Chaplain Orlovsky actually grew up playing with?
No, who?
Hey, today is the first practice, right?
Yeah. Well, it's not exactly a practice.
It's more of a... What do you call it? A team building summit.
Got an idea for you.
Hey. Lieutenant Casey.
Ah, Matt's fine.
Matt, good to see you.
Good to see you, too, Chaplain.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Everyone from 51 sends their best.
And Gabriela Dawson sends her love.
Ah. How's she doing?
She's gonna make a great firefighter.
Yeah, I figured she would.
Yeah, me too.
Well, I was so relieved to hear that the driver of the other car was okay.
Uh, young woman. Evelyn, right?
Yeah, that's right.
God must have been looking out for both of us
to have you be the one to respond to the call.
Oh, and, uh, this is from Christopher Herrmann.
Something about being an assistant coach.
Coach?
Tell him I accept the challenge.
I will.
You take care of yourself.
You, too. All right.
Oh, and, uh, I heard that you and Bobby Hull came up together,
and you turned down an offer from the Blackhawks to become ordained.
Herrmann tell you that?
Yeah. Is it true?
This is the year, my small friends,
that the Wicker Park Wolverines
are going to barnstorm their way into the history books.
Who's with me? ALL: Me!
This team, us, we are coming home with the Pee Wee
Ten-and-Under Chicago Championship Cup!
Or we're going to leave some blood on the ice trying!
Now I said it, who's with me? ALL: Me!
The road to glory, the path to victory is paved with two things,
sacrifice and teamwork.
And that is what we're doing here today!
Now, who's with me?
ALL: Me!
All right, come on up, get up here, and get some paintbrushes!
Get on those walls!
Everybody!
Wolverines! Wolverines! Wolverines! Wolverines!
(ALL CHEERING)
(SIGHS)
(CHUCKLING)
There you go.
Hey. Hey.
How you doing there, Pop?
I'm doing just great, son.
How is he?
Oh, he is perfect.
Yeah. Dad,
thanks for being here.
I just wanted to give Donna a little break.
I'm not quite sure if I succeeded in that.
The trailer would have carried the flames from over there
to the propane tanks right here.
It's just hard to tell what's what.
Everything's so badly burned.
Well, forget about looking for shredded newspaper.
Okay, so what are we looking for?
I don't know. Something else.
Dawson! Come here.
DAWSON: What is it?
You see this?
See that staple?
Matchbook?
Yeah. Bailing wire would have been used to hold a cigarette in place.
Which would then burn down slowly until it lit all the matches.
Like a slow burning fuse.
Yeah.
Oh, my God. You were right.
This was arson.
Which would mean that Shay was murdered.
And whoever did it is still out there.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)