- Can I please see Jimmy? - He's not your son.
I raised him from the time he was three.
Never use the word "stepson."
Dad?
[dramatic music]
Do you mind explaining
this text you sent to my husband?
"The girls can make out if you want."
We wrote a romance novel.
Have I told you about my college roommate's job
in publishing?
I can get you a read like that.
Hey!
You parked in my spot.
What, this sweet spot right smack in front of the house?
- [Herrmann laughs] - Hey, I had no idea
you liked to park here.
Are you kidding me? [vehicle passing]
Graffitiing our house like it's some kind of abandoned building?
They may as well spray-paint the Vatican.
When I catch the hoodlum who did this, he's gonna get
a whole new definition of that word "tagged,"
- I can tell you that. - It's not gang graffiti.
No amount of paint is gonna ruin our two-week high.
- Cubs, baby! - Yeah!
Let's just get it cleaned up.
Yup, you heard him, fellas.
Grab the turpentine. Let's get to work. [alarm blaring]
[over P.A.] All units, structure fire at 1015 Garnett Avenue.
When we get back, Chief.
Yup.
[sirens blaring]
[people chattering]
[Casey] Thanks. Right over there on the curb.
[Boden] What do we got?
Neighbor said he heard a woman calling for help
on the second floor.
All right. [radio crackles]
Engine, lead a line in through the front door.
Truck, Squad, primary search.
Truck, take the front. Squad, take the back.
Okay, got it. Let's go!
You heard him, let's move.
Clarence, Capp, you take the first floor.
Cruz, you hop on the second with me.
Copy that.
[wood splinters]
Fire department! Call out!
Karra!
Hey! I got him,
you take the room to the right.
Copy that. [oxygen mask hissing]
Hey, sir, you can't be here. [oxygen mask hissing]
My wife's in there.
[woman] Help me!
- [woman screams] - Hey, Chief!
I got a woman trapped on the second floor.
[on radio] Bravo side.
I'm bringing out one adult male.
[man grunting] [crashing]
- Karra! - [woman screaming]
- Get off me! - You can't go through there.
- Come on! Stay down! - Oh! Ah!
But my wife... [coughs]
Stairways gone. Can't make second floor.
Otis, we need the aerial.
- My wife... [coughs] - Come on.
Let me go!
Let us do our job to get to her.
[grunts]
Hey... Hey! Wait!
- You aren't moving fast enough. - Wait!
Do we got eyes on the wife?
[on radio] Not yet.
[crackling]
[woman] Help me!
I got her!
- Help me, please! - There she is.
Let's go. [ladder buzzing]
- [Dawson] Sir, you need this. - [man breathing heavily]
What's your name?
- Darin. - Darin, hey,
you have smoke inhalation. Now put this on,
- and take deep breaths. - [Darin panting]
Promise me you'll get to her.
Come on.
[indistinct radio chat]
[ladder buzzing]
- [Casey grunts] - Help me!
- Get low, to the side, okay? - [woman coughing]
Coming through.
[glass shattering] [woman yelps]
- [Casey grunts] - [woman crying]
[continued shattering]
[yelps] Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.
Hey, hey!
I know you're scared, but you gotta get low.
- [woman yelping] - Get down.
- [woman coughing] - Go.
[glass breaking]
[wheezing]
Herrmann, get the axe in.
- All right, ready? - [woman coughing]
[both] One, two, three.
[both grunting] [glass breaking]
[crying and wailing]
- Here it comes. - [woman screams]
I'm burning!
- [woman shrieks] - Let's go!
[both grunting] [glass shattering]
- [woman screaming] - Faster, Herrmann!
[continued screaming] [continued shattering]
[Herrmann] Heads up!
[panting]
[crackling]
[continued panting]
Chicago Fire S05E05 "I Held Her Hand"
Sync and corrected by Gianluca Belfiglio
- Karra! - Hey, hey!
Trust me, they're doing everything they can.
- Push. - [both grunt]
Push. [grunts]
- Karra... - Hey.
[people murmuring]
[grunts]
Stand back.
Inhalation burn. I gotta intubate.
Okay.
I can't get pass the chords.
I need to cric her.
Is she... Is she... [sobbing]
Hey, hey, they're working on her.
Let them work on her.
[dramatic music]
No pulse. I'll start compressions.
[whispers]
[grunts] Too much edema.
Let's go.
[whispering] What? No, no...
[indistinct chatter]
[ambulance door closes]
No... No, no, no, no, no.
- No, no, no! - Hey, hey.
No... [sobbing]
I can take him to the hospital.
- I got it. - Chicago Med.
- [Darin sobbing] - I got him. I got him.
Come on, Darin. Come on, you gotta be strong.
- No! - You gotta be strong.
Come on. I got ya, I got ya.
[dramatic, sad music]
[sighs]
[loud thud]
[rubble crunching]
[floor creaks]
You okay, Lieutenant?
Seen it all before, Herrmann.
♪ ♪
[crackling]
[inhales]
Move outside. Take a few minutes.
Nah... [sniffs]
I'm good, Chief.
[creaking and crackling]
[rubble clattering]
[debris scraping]
[tool thuds]
[sniffs]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[craw cawing]
They call, and now we gotta clean up
this idiot's artwork.
[paint can clicks]
You know, what's gonna stop this guy
from hitting us again?
God help him if he does.
S-L-V-R... Is it silver?
What do... What do you guys see there?
South Louisiana...
- Virginia... - Okay, just stop.
[phone buzzing]
I gotta... hit the head.
Be right back.
[scanner whirring]
[gasps] Oh.
Are you out of your mind? I thought you were Connie.
It's Trudy's friend from Atomic Publishing.
[phone beeps] Uh, hey, Anton,
I found my writing partner. What can we do for you?
[on speaker] Sylvie, it's Anton Schwartz.
Trudy Platt asked me to read "Sheets on Fire."
Oh, uh, we may call it "Flames of Desire,"
- but go on. - Either way,
amazing characterizations. So authentic.
Hot as sin. It's for us.
We can discuss the details if you're interested,
but our offer is $25,000 for worldwide rights.
[mouthing words]
- Yeah, yeah. - Uh, we're...
definitely interested, Mr. Anton, sir.
Love it. My assistant will call
to set up a meeting.
- Thanks so much. - Thank you.
- Oh, my God. - And that is step one
to the New York "Times" best sellers list.
[Brett squeals excitedly, clears throat]
Good riddance.
Hey.
Hey, I hope it's okay. I'm, uh...
Looking for the firefighters from the house fire
- on Garnett Avenue this morning. - Yeah, that's us.
Hi. Yes.
What can we do for you?
I'm Colleen Marks.
My sister, Karra, she was the one...
Today...
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
I know you did everything you could.
And I just need to know...
did Karra...
What I mean is when it happened...
It was immediate.
Thank God.
- [Colleen crying] - Would you like to...
- sit down, or... - No.
I...
I'm not really sure how to say this...
but was there anything weird about the fire?
Suspicious?
They fought all the time, her husband.
And it got to a point where Karra was worried
he'd hurt her, so she started staying
with me in Skokie.
She said they should take a break.
This was a few weeks ago.
And I told her not to go back for her stuff.
He killed her.
I know it.
Upstairs in the hallway.
Let me know. Thanks.
Who was that?
Investigator at OFI. [sighs]
I flagged them on a char line I saw at the house.
You believe the sister?
I think it was arson.
A lot of things can make a char line.
Doesn't prove anything.
I didn't say it was proof.
I said I flagged it.
Well, then there you go. You did the right thing.
- Hey, Herrmann. - Hey, Mike.
[no audible dialogue]
Hey, James, it's your father
returning your text. Look, I'd love to talk,
but, uh... I'm a phone guy.
Call me back.
[knock at door]
Oh, it's James, my stepson.
Oh, it's James now?
Yeah, I guess, uh... Jimmy was too young for him.
How's he doing?
He's 17. Talks to me in 140 characters
- if he talks to me at all. - Hmm.
Heh...
I remember when Cindy put Lee Henry into toddler gymnastics.
And basically, they'd send him down a little zip line,
and he'd end up falling ass over teakettle
- into, you know, cushy blocks. - [Boden chuckling]
He'd just laugh.
Yesterday, he asked me for a car.
Huh.
Uh, my pops told me, "You watch out now.
Before you know it, he's gonna be a man."
- And you blink, and... - There it is.
Yeah.
Did you need some...
Some of Truck and I are gonna stay up
and watch out for this, you know, tagger.
- Just letting you know. - Yeah, you keep me posted.
Will do.
[crickets chirping]
[sighs]
[smacks lips] Well, I'm gonna grab a magazine.
You wanna read "Cosmo" or you wanna catch this guy?
Okay.
How long are we gonna go?
We'll go all night if we have to.
Okay, I'm just trying to figure out how to pace myself.
This guy defaced our house.
- Mm. - That's a middle finger
to everyone of us.
- Let's buckle up. - [Cruz claps]
Are we gonna take shifts?
Or...
Never mind.
Lieutenant Casey and Severide.
This is Alexa Hubble from OFI.
She's here to follow up on the suspicious burn pattern
- that Casey flagged. - It's good to meet you both.
Likewise.
Now since you guys were the nearest ones
to the victim and her husband, I just wanna get all the details
before making a recommendation to CPD.
What made you think that it was a pour?
There was a char line.
It went straight to the bedroom.
Door was left open.
No sign of breaking and entering.
If he wanted to trap his wife in the fire,
that's the way to do it.
Also, I know this doesn't prove anything,
but the victim's sister came by.
She thinks he did it.
She say why?
They fought, all the time.
Wife got scared, and moved in with the sister.
Well, the husband claims that he was having breakfast
at a restaurant when the fire started,
but his alibi doesn't check out.
There's no credit card receipt,
and staff didn't recognize the photo.
There you go.
Now you saw the husband in the fire.
- That's right. - Anything suspicious there?
I don't think he did it.
Why not?
He was distraught.
He was willing to die to save her.
It wasn't an act.
I had to use everything I had to keep him
from running headlong into the fire.
- What about the sister? - I don't know.
I have no idea. I saw what I saw.
There's no way that guy wanted her dead.
[sirens blare, alarm buzzes]
[over P.A.] Ambulance 61, man down from unknown causes.
5661 North Morgan.
[sirens blaring]
[grunting and groaning]
My son fell out of the tree on his back.
He called me. I called 911.
We... uh... We live right across the street.
- Oh, God! - [Dawson] Hold still, hold still.
Hang in there, Alan. Paramedics are here.
- Can you feel my fingers? - Yes.
What about your toes? Can you wiggle them?
Yeah, it's really just my stomach.
I don't see any contusions.
All right, Alan, we're gonna put a backboard
under you, and then we're gonna get you to a hospital, okay?
Okay.
Did he break a rib?
We're not sure. We have to get X-Rays.
I'm gonna grab the stretcher.
What you doing up in the tree anyway?
Looking for a date.
It was a promposal.
- In this case, Homecoming. - Aw.
She wasn't even home.
It was a total fail, and then I slipped.
[laughs] You see that?
Hey, kid's suffered enough.
This is my fault.
I wanted him to see he has as much going for him
- as the next guy. - [Alan groans]
Well, sacrificing your body for love
is pretty darn chivalrous.
I'm sure once Heather hears about it,
she'll swoon.
What'd I tell you, son?
[groans]
- [Alan screaming] - Heart rate's dropping.
Hang in there, Alan.
Whoa, hey, hey.
[vomiting, coughs]
GI bleed. We gotta go.
One, two, three.
[stretcher rattles and clanks]
He passed out.
I'll hang a bag.
♪ ♪
Oh, my God. Is he okay?
He fell. He's gotta...
This is your fault.
You put him up to this.
Is he okay?
He's vomiting up blood. It could be a perforated bowel.
[monitor beeping]
We're taking him to Chicago Med. [monitor beeping]
- Hey, can we come along? - No, I am coming along.
You can take the car.
Fine, you can ride with us,
but do not interfere with your son's treatment.
Alan, hang in there, buddy.
I'll... I'll meet you at the hospital.
[birds chirping]
Herrmann, shift's nearly over.
[groans] Yeah.
Some watchdog I am, huh?
Yeah, more like a scarecrow.
[snickers]
Where's the rest of Truck?
Ten toes up in the bunk room.
Deserters.
- [exhales] All right... - [Donna] Hello.
[gasps] Say hi.
Now there is a sight for sore eyes.
[laughing] Hey.
Hey.
- Dynamite. - Yes.
- How are you doing? - [Donna chuckles]
Well, somebody wanted to come and say hi.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Is that right? - [Donna laughs]
- Hey, Christopher. - Hey, Donna.
Chief, I'm gonna take a shower,
and I'm gonna hit it.
Okay.
He is so much like you.
Yeah.
That is my new candidate right there.
No chance he's running into fires.
Well, we gonna see about that.
Won't we?
Thank you.
I needed this.
Say bye-bye.
Call for you. Darin Whitney?
Can you give him my cell, Connie?
Is that the husband?
Yeah, I guess the guy wants to talk to me.
What about?
I'll know when I talk to him.
I'm always gonna report what my eyes and ears tell me.
So am I.
[picks up leaf]
You don't understand. I have to see him.
I'll be quick. Please. [elevator bell dings]
- We can't do that. - Please!
Alan almost died for me.
Sorry, but immediate family only.
Hi. Sorry.
Uh, you wouldn't happen to be Heather, would you?
Yes. Oh, my God, can you help me?
[indistinct announcement on P.A.]
I thought romantic gestures like this were only in books.
[knocking at door]
Hey. What are ya...
What are you doing here?
Came to see you, goof ball.
That was amazing, what you did for me.
Oh, I was trying to make it memorable.
Oh, it was.
Are you, like, okay?
They're saying full recovery, in time for...
in time for Saturday even.
Oh...
Yeah, well about that...
Brian Callahan already asked me to Homecoming.
Oh.
No worries. That happens.
Yeah, but the good news is
you're, like, totally famous now.
You have over 100,000 hits on promfails.com.
I have what?
[camera clicks]
[laughs] Oh, my God,
our kid is so freakin' cute, I can't stand it.
Karra Whitney's funeral is tomorrow,
the woman from the fire. I was thinking about
driving by there.
Not to be a part of it or anything, just to...
just to see it.
Pay my respects.
You sure that's a good idea?
I'm not sure about anything.
I just didn't know who else to talk to.
I... I woke up this morning, [utensils clink in background]
reached for Karra... [people chat indistinctly]
I get it.
I heard her screaming.
She was right there.
It's not your fault.
It's yours. You stopped me.
I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean that, I just...
I don't know what is even happening anymore.
Have you talked to anyone?
There are counselors out there. I can get you names.
I've talked to arson investigators.
[sighs]
it's crazy.
I would never hurt Karra.
I didn't even know she was home. I was having breakfast
when the fire started.
Where?
Uh, Verdugo on Kinzie.
Did anyone see you there?
No one who remembers, apparently.
And the credit card machine was broken, so I paid cash.
I can't believe this is happening.
Anyway...
thank you for coming.
And thank you for everything you did.
Yeah.
I got it.
I have to go bury my wife now.
I'm sorry.
[sad music]
"It is done.
I am Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End.
To him that thirst, I will give of the fountain
of the water of life freely.
He that shall overcome shall possess these things..."
And I will be his God,
and he shall be My son.
For I saw a new Heaven and a new Earth,
for the first Heaven and the first Earth was gone,
and the sea is now no more.
And I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem,
coming down out of Heaven from God,
prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.
And I heard a great voice..."
[voice fades]
♪ ♪
[whistling]
Hitting us twice in two shifts.
Takes balls.
First thing I'm gonna cut off when we catch him.
Hey, um... question,
since you worked some OFI investigations.
Shoot.
I drove by the restaurant
that Darin Whitney said he was at when the fire started.
There's... City cameras on either end of the block.
Would OFI have looked at them?
Um... probably not,
unless somebody put in a specific request.
But I thought they already said
that his alibi didn't check out.
Just wondering.
Oh, not good.
Alan's video is up to a million hits on prom-fails.
That's gonna be hard to live down.
He's only a sophomore.
Hey.
You got teenagers, right?
Read this.
Look, you finally got me texting,
so maybe you'll respond to this. Love, dad.
[clicks lips] Happy face.
What? Happy face too much?
No, I like it. Keeps it breezy.
Send.
[cell phone chirps]
[pictures flapping]
Look like a melted waste basket to you?
You think that's where the fire started?
Char line headed in that direction.
I heard Darin Whitney wasn't home when the fire started.
OFI can't find any proof.
What if it doesn't exist?
[scoffs] You think he's innocent?
No...
No, I just... I worry that you presume guilt with...
I held her hand while her skin turned black.
Which is why you're too close to this.
Maybe.
But there was a char line meant to trap her.
I saw it.
- You wanted to see us, Chief? - Randy, Sylvie...
Chief Grimes from Publicity.
What is this concerning?
- W... Where... Where did... - You left it in the copier,
for all to see.
Besides the fact that we're fairly confident
you were using City property for personal use...
- We... We were gonna re... - Let me read a little selection
from your book here. Yeah...
"Jake hoisted Brandy onto the fire truck.
Her fingers gripped the back of his head
as his passion burned hotter than an A-frame building fire..."
Do I need to go on?
I mean, if you want to.
- Or not. - This does not reflect well
on the image of the Chicago Fire Department.
A department, I will remind you, that has a code of conduct
- you agreed to uphold. - I understand, but see,
- we have a book deal. - And if you publish this book,
you will never work for this department again.
I'll, uh... Leave it to you
to let your Chief know how you want to proceed.
[alarm blaring]
[over P.A.] Truck 81, Ambo 61, man down from unknown causes,
- 488 State Street. - Okay...
- Explain to me how you could... - You distracted...
[sirens blaring]
[hydraulic hissing]
[on radio] Truck 81, Ambulance is stuck behind a train.
Copy that. On it.
What do we got?
Our bus boy, Tim. He got speared.
Out of the way, please.
Out of the way. Coming through.
[groaning]
Otis, Kidd, get him on oxygen.
- Yep. - Wrap the wound.
- Herrmann, get the whizzer ready. - Got it.
Tim, how are you doing?
- It hurts. - Yeah, I know.
Hang in there.
[labored breathing]
- What happened? - Gust of wind
took the umbrella.
No one saw it till it came down and speared Tim.
[saw buzzes]
Keep breathing. Keep breathing.
Hold it steady. [saw buzzing]
[groaning]
Hang in there.
All right, get ready. You're almost there.
All right, we're through.
[groaning]
We need to control this blood.
Ah, I can't get a pressure on this guy.
[on radio] Truck 81, companies are still behind a train.
You're on your own for a while.
Copy.
[groaning]
Pressure dressing's not enough.
[whimpering]
[grunts]
Here's what we're doing.
Otis, I need the handle for a tourniquet.
Right.
[groaning]
This gonna work?
[continued groaning]
It has to.
- Palp it? - Yeah.
[pump hisses] 110 palp. We got a pressure.
- Almost there. - [Tim groaning]
Hang in there, Tim. You're doing great.
[sirens blaring]
He's got a 110 palp.
- We put a tourniquet on him. - Good thinking.
[pump hissing]
90 palp. Could be a lot worse.
I'll change the pressure dressing.
Ready, one, two, three.
[grunts]
- He gonna make it? - I gotta get another liter
in him on the way, but...
Yeah, I think so.
Nicely done.
[spray can hissing]
Stop the truck.
Hey!
[can clatters on ground]
Get...
Hey!
Hey...
[gasping]
[train clanking, rattling]
Chief, this here is Carlos Galvan.
How you know my name?
Tag in your sweatshirt, genius.
Who's your mom, Carlos?
I don't know. I live with my aunt.
Write her name and number down now.
Connie.
Now what possessed you to vandalize my firehouse?
[sighs]
You were showing off for your friends, weren't ya?
I know how it is, come on.
What if I was?
Carlos,
I've seen too many kids from around here,
they fall into gangs, into drugs.
If you think you are getting into trouble now...
[knock on door] His aunt's five minutes out.
[door closes]
We done here?
♪ ♪
So now would be a good time to apologize.
Stay here.
Listen, just so you know, we're good people, all right?
We protect this whole neighborhood,
and what you did, you may think that it's a joke,
but you really hurt us.
This place is like a church to us.
It's sacred.
So... listen,
you wanna impress your friends? Wear this.
And when they ask you about it, you say,
"These guys here,
they're my friends too."
Because we are.
[sentimental music]
[locker slams shut]
Herrmann, you big softy.
You never gave me a free T-shirt.
Yeah, yeah. I know,
but sometimes you go up that ladder
and there ain't nothing you can do.
So if I get a chance to do something good,
I'm taking it.
[slams locker]
[people mingling]
♪ ♪
- oh, my God. - Oh, my gosh.
[clears throat]
Thank you for doing this.
Are you kidding me? I have the best guy here.
Alan?
♪ I'm the one you see I'm the one you choose ♪
♪ ♪
[crickets chirping] [barking in distance]
[cork squeaks] Oh.
[keys jingle] Sweetie, I'm sorry.
Mm.
Ah, the world will never read
the stories we were gonna tell.
Well, maybe not the world, no.
[people chattering]
What's going on?
There he is.
[clapping]
It's a book club.
Yo, thi... this is actually pretty great.
[whispers] And totally hot.
Tell us how you got the idea for "Sheets on Fire."
Uh...
Well, I was on the apparatus floor,
looking at the hose bed, and I thought,
somewhere in the folds of that hose, there's a story.
[keys jangle]
Thank God.
- What's wrong? - The guy in the car
has been watching our house for the past two hours.
- You get a good look at him? - No, it's too far,
but, you know, I'm just freaking out here, you know.
- I mean, Terrance is inside and... - Okay, okay.
Here.
[keys jangling]
Hey! Wanna tell me why
you parked there, staring at my family?
I didn't mean to scare 'em.
I just felt weird going in.
James...
What are you doing here?
You surprised me with that text.
Figured I'd do one better.
Surprise you back.
Yeah.
You did that.
Come here.
[gasps]
Donna!
It's James.
[gasps] Hey.
[laughter] Hey!
[people chattering]
♪ ♪
Oh, wow.
OFI made their decision.
What did they say?
So they are not referring Darin's case to CPD.
No arson or murder charges.
I found a City camera that showed Darin wasn't home
when the fire started.
I thought OFI should know.
Then he started the fire another way.
- He didn't do it. - Yes, he did.
And I'll prove it.
[dramatic music]
Sync and corrected by Gianluca Belfiglio