What's the matter, Welch? You lost?
Looks like I'll be working here at 51 for a while.
Beth? How'd you know where to find me?
I'm here meeting my ex-husband.
But you should let your lieutenant know,
that he can't be making out with the Chief's ex
or Pridgen will destroy him.
Help me keep an eye on Lieutenant Casey.
That's not how we do things here.
I'll make it worth your while.
I apologize for keeping you waiting.
Not a problem.
What all have you been told?
Um, just that it was urgent
and I needed to come in person.
Well,
you were contacted because
we've suffered a security glitch.
Some of the clinic's confidential records
have been compromised.
And this affects me how exactly?
We're contacting every sperm donor
whose DNA has resulted in conception
to let them know that their identity
may have become public.
I'm sorry. Uh, rewind.
You're suggesting my DNA may have possibly resulted in...
A child?
Well, that part's not in question.
What I'm saying is
it's possible the child may know that his
or her biological father is...
Donor 1128, and that...
That's you, Mr. McHolland.
How do you want to split it up, Casey?
What's that, Chief?
The alimony payments.
Or were you just hot-bunking her out the door?
Chief, I can...
Hey!
(LOCKER DOOR SLAMS)
You need to mind your own damn business.
Hey, I'm not the one sleeping with the Chief's ex.
I let it go when you ran your mouth off to Dawson.
But now Pridgen?
You looking to get knocked on your ass, Welch?
Okay, the way I heard it, Beth got liquored-up
and blabbed to her sister-in-law.
Either way,
I got a ringside seat to watching your career go down the toilet.
Guess who I ran into at my new Zumba class?
Is it cheer or cringe worthy?
Phil.
Phil...
From Chicago Med...
You know, with the killer blue eyes?
Oh! The hot guy in admin?
Yes. Ooh, and...
And I asked him out on a date...
With you.
What?
I don't... I don't even know the guy.
Oh, that's why it's a double date.
You know, you and Phil. Me and Cruz.
Sylvie, I don't know about this. Seriously.
This is what friends are for...
To nudge you when you're getting cold feet.
Come on. It's going to be awesome.
(SIGHS)
Okay.
Yes.
I thought these things were supposed to be
completely anonymous?
Which is why I checked the box
marked "confidential."
There's no secrets. Not anymore.
Not on the Internet.
So, how old is this kid?
I'm not sure.
Hmm, well.
Is it a boy or girl?
(MUMBLING) I don't know.
Wait, you didn't ask at the clinic?
No. Because I don't want to know.
SEVERIDE: Hey, uh, Mouch, you got a phone call.
Who is it? I don't know
but it's the second time the guy's called.
So, go pick it up.
(GRUNTING)
Hello?
My what?
Oh, my car.
Oh, thank God. I mean, thank you.
Uh, no, yeah, I'll, uh...
Just pick it up after shift.
I appreciate it, Maury.
(ALARM BUZZING)
DISPATCHER OVER PA: Truck 81, Squad 3...
(GRUNTS)
Structure Fire. Washington and Kedzie.
(SIRENS WAILING) (HORNS BLARING)
BRENT: Go, go, go!
I'm the building manager,
(COUGHING) we got a kid missing.
On the third floor.
The other tenants are accounted for?
Yes, sir. All of them.
PRIDGEN: Mouch, Cruz, south entrance.
Herrmann, Dawson, grab irons,
we'll take the north. You all need any help?
No, stand down.
My uncle, he fell down the stairs!
His leg's hurt real bad! Can you help him?
Where is he?
He's down the block. Real close... Here.
Casey! Chief?
Truck 81 is being redeployed.
Grab your EMS gear and accompany this young woman down the block.
Chief,
we got a kid trapped inside a burning building!
Did it sound like I was asking?
Truck 64 is two minutes out. Move it!
Clear how that works, Lieutenant?
Red rag the bull and you get gored.
Yes, sir.
PRIDGEN: Yeah, get in there and find that kid.
Let's go. Out of the way.
Step back!
Come on.
SEVERIDE: Capp, you're with me.
Tony, Welch, Take the east side, let's go.
CAPP: Right. WELCH: Got it.
SEVERIDE: Fire Department, call out.
SARAH: (FAINTLY) Help!
Hey! Hold up.
You hear that?
SARAH: Help me!
In there!
SARAH: Please, help!
(GRUNTS)
(DOOR CRACKS) Look out!
(FIRE WHOOSHING)
CAPP: You okay? SEVERIDE: Yeah.
We can't go through there.
We got to find another way in.
Capp.
We'll go through the neighbor's apartment.
Hey, Capp! This way!
Okay. Enter through here.
We'll punch through the back wall.
Okay.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
All right, Capp.
(GRUNTING)
Call out! SARAH: Help!
Where are you? Call out!
SARAH: Help me.
(COUGHING) Hey!
You lock the door? Mmm-hmm.
Good job! Let's get you out of here.
(SARAH COUGHING)
CAPP: Severide!
Get out of there now!
(FLOOR RUMBLING)
(WHOOSHING)
CAPP: Severide?
You good?
Yeah. Let's go.
(COUGHING)
SEVERIDE: Hey. No visible burns.
But she sucked in a lot of smoke.
We'll bag her en route.
You're going to be just fine. (SARAH COUGHING)
We're taking you to the hospital, okay?
MILLS: All right, let's go.
Look, I don't know what Welch
told you about Pridgen's ex, but...
(SNIFFLES) You should've heard it from me.
It's a firehouse, Lieutenant. People talk.
And we both agreed to take some time. Which means that we can...
See other people, right?
I'm glad you're okay with it.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
We're both grown-ups.
Don't sweat it.
So? Sprained ankle.
The guy refused treatment.
Where do you want us?
Fire's under control.
Return to quarters.
Hey! We got this, tough guy.
BRENT: (YELLING) Help!
DAWSON: Oh, my God. (GLASS SHATTERS)
(YELLING)
(GRUNTS)
(COUGHING) Herrmann!
DAWSON: Hey, truck 81. We're gonna need a...
A second ambo at Kedzie and Washington.
DISPATCHER OVER RADIO: Copy that, 81.
Truck and ambo en route.
The kid... (CHOKING)
I went back in looking for her.
DAWSON: Shh, try to save your energy.
BRENT: I got trapped in.
Ambo's a block out.
DAWSON: He's going into shock.
Hey, sir... Hey! Stay with me.
DAWSON: Look at me. Look at me.
C-collar him. Yeah, got it.
(SIRENS WAILING)
Stay with me. CHOUT: Dawson.
What have we got here?
Fell from the third floor window.
He's got a bilateral femur fracture,
possible head and spinal injury.
Yeah, we got it.
77 to Main.
We're leaving Washington and Kedzie
with a trauma victim, inbound for Chicago Med.
DISPATCHER OVER RADIO: Copy that, 77.
I thought you were napping.
That makes two of us.
I found this under the couch.
Oh, I'm sorry, babe.
Now, this is going back on the second that I leave.
I know you, Wallace Boden. No.
"Can't turn back the clock, Wallace.
"Baby's only little for a short while."
Your father said that to you? Yeah.
That man never took any time off
until he passed.
It ain't going to be me, Donna.
Not with this little man.
Is that okay? Ooh! (COOING)
Hey, hey!
Well, this little man needs to nurse.
So, I will trade you.
Yeah. Oh, oh, oh. Oh. (BABY WHIMPERING)
Tomorrow night. Mmm-hmm.
You and me. Mmm-hmm.
Double date.
Absolutely, who with?
Dawson and Phil
from Chicago Med. (CHOKES)
Wait, what? Are you out of your mind?
No, why?
Casey's my boss. And he and Dawson just broke up.
Exactly, key words being "broke up."
No. way. Uh-uh. Forget it.
(SIGHS) Dawson really needs this, Joe.
And I promised her.
And the wheels are already in motion.
What did you do?
Look. If you want to give Casey the heads up
as like a courtesy or whatever, go ahead.
But we are going.
Hmm.
(KNOCKING)
Can I have a word, Chief?
Sure you can.
Hell, we're practically family.
I had no idea who she was.
All right?
If I had, it never would have happened.
Regardless, it's over.
You have my word.
The main thing is
I don't want this getting in the way of the job.
For either one of us.
Hmm.
Well, I... I can't speak for you, Lieutenant.
But I'm... I'm a professional.
Chief... So, I can assure you
it won't affect how I conduct my affairs.
If you'll pardon the expression.
Anything else?
Yeah.
Welch.
What about him?
If he keeps getting in my face, we're going to have a problem.
If you've got a beef with Tommy Welch
take it out behind the backstop and settle it like a man.
Or float to another house.
I already told you, he's not going anywhere.
Dismissed.
He's a man. I'm a man.
He'll get it, right?
Of course.
I mean, it's just a date with his ex, right?
Totally.
All right, man, you got this. No, hey, no...
(CLEARS THROAT) Uh, hey, Lieutenant.
What is it?
Know what? Never mind
(SIGHS)
Hey! Chief Tiberg.
Lieutenant Severide.
The Battalion Chief, he in?
Uh, he just stepped out to the app floor
a few minutes ago. What's up?
Squad 3 was on the fire call
at Washington and Kedzie, correct?
Yes, sir. We... We pulled out a young girl.
Uh, Sarah... Thompkins.
Yeah. Yeah.
Looks like she's going to make it.
You saw the building manager, as well?
Yeah, um...
He was there when we arrived.
And we all saw the aftermath.
I didn't witness the actual fall.
You're aware he's in critical condition?
No, sir, I... I wasn't.
Well, his sister's an attorney.
And now Firehouse 51
is under investigation for negligence.
Uh.
Joel, what do you say?
Chief Pridgen.
Something other than a social call, I gather.
We're looking into the apartment fire on Washington.
Whether the building manager was injured due to negligence.
Let me stop you right there...
CFD's concern, Pat,
is that the fire got short-staffed
when Truck 81 was redeployed.
And that this tactical error, if that's what it was,
is what led to the injury.
You're asking me why I made the call?
That's correct.
Well, based on the information at hand,
I believed the EMS run to be a heart attack victim.
In the moment, I made a...
Split-second decision to save the man's life.
Let's take it to my office, shall we?
Well, it turned out to be something less critical, obviously.
But I didn't know that going in.
I see.
PRIDGEN: The question I have
from a tactical perspective is
what took Casey so long to realize
it wasn't a life threatening emergency?
What's the answer?
PRIDGEN: I can't speculate what's in another man's head, Chief.
I trust my lieutenants to handle their business.
Now, if you're asking me whether it was an error in his judgment,
well, that's for you to decide.
Any further questions for Lieutenant Severide?
No. Carry on, Lieutenant.
(SCOFFS)
Well, they can't possibly blame Truck 81.
We didn't do anything wrong.
We weren't even there.
HERRMANN: Exactly. If we were, (PHONE DINGS)
maybe we could have prevented the guy from going back in.
Or dragged him out before he got all jammed up.
Every single one of us would have rather been in that building.
HERRMANN: You know that, Dawson, and so do I. But do they?
It's not like they can fault Casey.
He was just following a direct order from Chief Pridgen.
This is exactly the kind of thing
we have union reps for.
Right, Mouch?
Mary, Mother of God.
What?
(PHONE BEEPS)
EMMETT: Uh, hey, I know this probably comes as a shock.
My name's Emmett Byrd.
I looked into it. And I think you may be my dad.
(SIGHS)
Anyway if you're willing to sit down with me,
I'll be at the Golden Apple on Friday at noon.
I'll be standing out front in a beanie and a Blackhawks jersey.
Well, at least he's a Blackhawks fan. (SNORTS)
Otis! This is a catastrophe.
I say you go meet him. What do you got to lose?
No good can come from this, Herrmann. None.
Why not?
Seriously, Mouch, he's your kid.
It could be really cool.
In fact,
(BEEPS)
AUTOMATED VOICE: Message has been deleted.
Problem solved.
(SIGHS)
Wow.
(DOOR CLOSES)
I didn't hear you knock.
I didn't.
We have a problem, Lieutenant?
I heard what you told Tiberg.
And?
You knew that wasn't a life-threatening call.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
I was there, Chief.
It was a tactical decision to save a man's life.
Full stop.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
I can't do it.
(SIGHS)
You know what? Don't sweat it.
If it's awkward with Casey or whatever.
Really? Yeah.
Yeah. I'll just take Otis instead.
What? As a friend.
Look, you're not taking Otis.
I was friends with him before I was friends with you.
Forget it. Oh, he doesn't mind.
Will you go with me, Otis? Sure.
Otis!
As a friend.
Joe, this is not about you.
Or me... It's for Dawson.
So, either you
suck it up... Okay.
Fine. I'll do it.
CASEY: Yeah.
Hey, Lieutenant. Can I ask you a question?
What's up?
(CLEARS THROAT) How would you feel
about Brett and me going on a double date?
Why would I care? With Dawson.
And somebody else.
You know what? I can tell that this is not the right time. So...
(CHUCKLES)
It's the perfect time.
Go right ahead. Tear up the town.
You sure? I'm her Lieutenant.
That's all.
Okay, thanks. Oh, and, uh... Cruz.
Don't run this by me again.
MILLS: Heads up, I'm not coming in next shift.
I've got a meeting. BRETT: What meeting?
Test with, uh... Medical Section.
To see if I re-qualify for Squad.
(SCOFFS)
So, you're going to what, just...
Quit the ambo and drop me as a partner?
If I'm approved? Honestly, yeah.
Wow. Harsh.
MILLS: Hey, clear out, guys. Paramedics coming through.
MILLS: Clear way.
Hey! Over here.
Right here.
(HEAVY BREATHING)
BRETT: Stand back, please. Thank you.
DUNCAN: Stay calm, buddy.
Paramedics are here. We're going to be okay.
We're gonna be fine!
Daddy. Dad!
(SOBS) Is my dad going to die?
MILLS: My name's Peter. This is Sylvie, okay.
What's your name, buddy? AJ.
AJ, we're going to take care of your dad, okay. I promise.
Just be strong.
And do what they say, boy. Okay?
Okay.
Ear is clear of spinal fluid.
We're gonna have to secure that skate
before we can transport him to Trauma.
BRETT: AJ, I need you to stay perfectly still
while we take off this boot.
Can you do that? I don't know.
You can do it, boy.
Okay. (WHIMPERING)
Doing great, kiddo.
MILLS: Stay still, AJ.
(WHIMPERS)
All right. Nice and easy, AJ.
I want you to pull your foot out on three.
One, two, three.
(WHIMPERING)
(GASPS) Ah.
MILLS: Okay. BRETT: Foot's clear.
MILLS: All right. DUNCAN: Good job, son.
Hey, you! Go grab me some towels as fast as you can.
Now go help that security guard.
Uh. Okay. MILLS: Go with him, AJ.
Am I going to die?
I don't want to die.
Please, my kid...
Hey, hey, buddy. You're doing great.
Okay? Just stay strong.
You sure I'm gonna make it?
Absolutely. Please.
Oh, my God. Please! (CRYING)
Okay. Right here. Thanks, buddy.
It's gonna be okay.
BRETT: Easy. (MUTTERING)
DUNCAN: Gonna be fine, boy.
MILLS: We're just gonna roll you up on your side, all right?
All right, you, grab his feet.
Um, hey! Come over here.
Grab his chest, we're gonna roll him up. All right.
Okay. BRETT: On three.
One, two, three.
Oh! MILLS: All right.
BRETT: I need you to go get that stretcher.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Dad!
BRETT: You can ride with us, AJ.
(PANTING)
Welch.
You know,
you're the only other person
who heard that girl tell Pridgen about her uncle.
Hell, where I come from
people who make statements against their battalion chiefs
don't last long in the CFD, Lieutenant.
Here at 51, we tell it like it is.
Yeah, well, you don't know Pridgen.
I know he's throwing Casey under the bus
to cover up a mistake that he made.
Look, even if I were to put myself on the line,
it sure as hell wouldn't be for your buddy.
This idiot pissed him off,
he can pay the price.
Say it again, Welch. Easy.
(SCOFFS)
Pridgen is going to bury your ass, man.
(BABY BREATHING UNEVENLY)
Donna, Lieutenant Casey is on his...
Oh. Shh. (BABY CRYING)
Sorry. It's okay.
(DOORBELL RINGS) (BABY WAILING)
(GASPS) Okay.
I'm telling you, Chief, I know what kind of guy
Welch is, and he's goading me into it.
And when I drop him, he's going to take half my pension.
Then don't let him push your buttons.
You know how this works.
You got to go through Pridgen.
Pridgen's got it in for me.
Then maybe you shouldn't have slept with his ex.
(SIGHS)
I thought you were on furlough.
I know everything.
Nothing would make Pridgen happier
than for me to crack Welch.
That way, everyone forgets
he almost killed my guys in the truck crash,
and I come off as the bad guy.
It's just a couple more months, Casey, come on.
I'm not going to make it till then.
Either he's going to have a broken neck or I am.
So, if I have to float to another house,
that's what I'll do.
Look, please just keep your cool.
I'll make some calls. Okay?
(SIGHS)
Thanks, Chief. Yeah.
DONNA: Wallace! Yeah, I'm coming.
(INTERCOM BUZZING)
TIBERG: Send him in.
Chief Tiberg can see you now.
Thanks.
BRETT: No way. CRUZ: I'm telling you.
You are out of your mind.
Dawson, will you please settle this for us?
I'm... So sorry I'm late.
Hey. Hey.
Um. (CHUCKLES) Sorry.
(CHUCKLES)
Phil. Joe Cruz.
Don't let me interrupt.
Oh, Dawson, actually, was just about to, uh,
settle an important argument for us.
About what?
Who sees the crazier action, truck or ambo?
She's the only one who's seen both.
Oh.
(CLEARS THROAT) Let's just say for starters that
no one calls 911 when they do something smart.
(SCOFFS) Amen. So true.
There are more calls in ambo
and you definitely see more whackos.
Told you. Mmm-mmm.
I'm going to Mills for a second opinion.
But in terms of straight-up intensity?
Nothing beats the feeling
of rushing into a burning building.
Or bailing off of a rooftop
that's about to collapse.
Yeah! That's what I'm talking about, girl. Yeah.
What about you, Phil? What's your scoop?
Uh, me?
I work in admin.
It's mostly data entry.
That's cool.
I did fix this massive typo once,
so...
I'm kidding.
(CHUCKLES) Oh.
(ALL LAUGHING)
(GRUNTS)
This Pridgen, he's a real piece of work, Chief.
I'll tell you about it over a beer.
I will gladly get you a cold one, Herrmann.
But I'm gonna pass on the shop talk.
Are you kidding me?
"Constant updates."
Those were your exact words.
I've already had an earful from Casey.
Besides, I'm trying to unplug from the job for a while
like my pop suggested, you know?
Support Donna. Spend some time with my boy.
Mmm-hmm. How's your boy?
Wallace. Yes, ma'am.
You mind giving a listen at his door,
make sure the baby's down? Glad to.
How you holding, Mom?
That little kid wearing you out?
No.
But he is.
Wallace?
Yeah.
What's going on?
Well, Lord knows I love the man.
And I appreciate his enthusiasm for fatherhood...
But he's really putting his shoulder into it, isn't he?
He needs to get back to work.
Seriously.
I think it'll be better for everyone.
All right.
(KNOCKING)
PRIDGEN: Lieutenant.
Had, uh, dinner with, uh, Chief Tiberg last night.
Is that right?
Yeah, kids do, uh, Tae kwon do together.
He said... Said you came to see him.
I did. Yeah.
Told him what happened at the apartment fire.
Yeah, well, (CHUCKLES)
the fact that your statement conflicts with mine is a...
A major problem.
Especially given that there's a civilian in critical condition.
You know, uh,
promotion exams are next month.
I mean, you'd make a hell of a captain.
I'm happy where I am. Thanks.
Hmm. So, you won't consider amending your statement?
I said what happened.
You come at me,
you'd better not miss, Severide.
'Cause you could make captain
or be stripped of your rank.
Gentlemen. Don't get up.
There is nothing to see here.
Is... Is that...
Cheese Danish from Dinkel's. And no!
No, they are not for you.
(SIGHS)
Okay, come on. We got to talk.
Come on.
OTIS: I get the first pick. (INDISTINCT YELLING)
OTIS: You always get the crust!
There are a handful of defining moments in a man's life, Randall.
This is one of them.
I thought we discussed this. We did.
But I just can't sit back
and watch the plane crash into the mountain.
Okay.
Emmett's going to love you for who you are.
And if not, the hell with him.
But never to find out?
You don't want to lay awake at night wondering...
(SIGHS)
(STAMMERING) I... I don't know how to explain this, Trudy.
But me at the firehouse works.
It makes sense.
On a call,
I know what to do and what not to do.
But when I leave 51,
things haven't always gone my way. Okay?
You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.
And I thank God for it every day.
I just don't want to lift this garden stone.
I'll be better off.
And whether the kid knows it or not,
he will too.
Okay.
Okay?
You have all of 51. You have me.
You might have had a son that loved you, Randall.
But you'll never know.
Wait.
(SIGHS)
I'll go meet him.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES) (SIGHS)
WELCH: Hey, Chief.
PRIDGEN: Hey. Have a seat.
(DOOR CLOSES)
What's up?
CFD's inquiry into this apartment fire
is now a full-blown investigation.
Thanks to Lieutenant Severide,
this thing's gone nuclear.
Uh, what's this?
Your sworn statement that Lieutenant Casey
and Truck 81 were redeployed
because we believed it was a life-threatening emergency.
All you have to do is sign.
(ALARM BUZZES)
DISPATCHER OVER PA: Truck 81, Squad 3,
Ambulance 61. Hit and run.
(ALARMS BLARING)
(HORNS BLARING)
CASEY: Yeah.
Apparently the car fled
after barreling down the sidewalk.
Our guys are trying to figure out what the hell happened.
How many injured? At least a dozen.
Scattered over a block. Maybe more.
We'll work our way down the block.
You leap frog. Yeah. Copy that.
Ma'am, are you all right? (WHIMPERING)
I'll call for an EMS Plan One.
BRETT: I'm gonna start triaging. All right.
You all right, kid? Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy, easy.
Whoa, what's up, buddy?
Easy now, easy.
What kind of damn fool drives a car
down the middle of a sidewalk?
I'm going to patch you up, okay?
Here he comes again!
(GRUNTING)
Easy now. Easy.
Come on. Hey, where are you going?
Come on, take it easy. Just...
She's going to check you up.
Come on, kid, easy! Easy!
(GRUNTS)
(TIRES SCREECH)
(SIREN BLARING)
(PEOPLE WHIMPERING)
Yeah.
Okay. Bye.
Tiberg?
The main thing he wanted to know
was what the girl told Pridgen.
I had to tell him I didn't hear it.
Why not just question the girl directly?
They can't find her.
The uncle refused treatment so there's no paperwork.
So, it's my word against Pridgen's.
Yeah. Great.
And the only other person there was...
Walking into Pridgen's office.
Once this all shakes out,
Squad 3's going to need a new Lieutenant.
You know, everyone here at 51
has treated me with respect, Chief.
(SCOFFS)
And?
I just want to get along in this house.
You don't sign this, Welch,
there is no house.
I brought you in here.
And I can bounce you out.
(CLICKS PEN)
Hey, then bounce me out.
Because I'm not lying for you.
Then get your gear and get out.
Thanks.
Yeah, well I was a firefighter
before Pat Pridgen became Chief.
And I'll be one after he's gone.
Emmett?
Hi, I'm Randy McHoll...
McHolland... Randy McHolland.
(SIGHS) Emmett?
I'm your biological f...
Biological.
Emmett?
Hey, it's great to meet you.
Thanks for reaching out.
(SIGHS)
(ENGINE STARTS)
(SIGHS)
Okay, I admit it,
the double-date idea...
Total bust. (CHUCKLES)
You think?
The important thing is that you're getting back out there.
(GLASSES CLINK)
I say we finish these
and go...
Anywhere besides Molly's.
Because the perfect guy is out there somewhere.
Let's go hunt him down.
You know, the, um...
The truth is, I just...
I just don't feel ready for all this.
Come on. It's Ladies Night at like,
half the bars in Chicago.
(SCOFFS)
You know what I really need, Sylvie?
What?
A friend.
You got one.
This one you're going to want to hear. Trust me.
I just got off the phone with Deputy District Chief Tiberg.
All right. You first.
Welch gave a statement supporting Severide.
Pridgen has been relieved of his command.
Oh, Chief, that is fantastic.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. But here's the thing.
I haven't told Donna yet.
I don't even know how to tell her
because she's come to rely on me.
You know what I'm saying? DONNA: Wallace.
Uh, suggestions?
Eh... Come on!
Okay. Just tell her that your family at 51 needs you.
I mean, I bet you she'll understand that.
Okay. Okay.
Hey. Hey.
How is my baby boy?
Sound asleep.
(CHUCKLES) Christopher.
Hey, Donna.
Is everything okay? (LAUGHS) (CHUCKLES)
Um...
There's no easy way to say this.
My replacement Chief at 51,
he's been ordered to step down.
You're going back to work.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
Well, I hate for you to go, you know that.
I know.
But if they need you... They do.
Then I understand.
You do? Yeah.
(GASPS) (CHUCKLES)
Oh, God. (LAUGHS)
(MOUTHING) Thank you.
Okay. I'm going to step out
and make a quick phone call.
...not kidding. That's good.
No double-date tonight?
(SIGHS) Nope.
(PHONE RINGS) Hey, how'd it go?
Uh, good. Great. Nice guy.
Just wanted to meet me, you know?
I told you it was going to be okay, sweetheart.
You were right.
Uh, scotch?
All right. Thanks, Herrmann.
(PHONE BEEPS) Ugh.
Truck 81
has been cleared of all wrongdoing.
Chief Boden will be back at 51 next shift.
No way! OTIS: Yeah. Huh.
What about Pridgen? Gone for good.
Mmm. OTIS: Yeah!
(GRUNTING)
Drinks on the house, everyone!
(CHEERING)
Yeah. (GLASSES CLINKING)
(SIGHS)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)