Chicago Fire

Welcome to the CFD, Chaplain.

You two would actually be great together.

What? No.

I'm Benny's daughter, Katie.

I would like to ask Katie out on a date.

Your father passed away ten minutes ago.

I'm so sorry.

Your father told Grissom that I am the type of leader

who molds good men into great ones,

and that you were all the proof he needs

to know that that's true.

No, I already checked the garage.

Hey, look what I found.

Check out that handsome mug.

You box up everything in the file cabinets?

Yeah.

I mean, none of it's organized,

but hopefully, it has everything you need

to settle the estate.

You didn't happen to find a bronze medal, did you?

Um...

It'd be in a display box.

"Carter Harrison Award for Distinguished Service."

Sorry.

He could have left it with one of his exes.

Hard enough to see those women at the service

without having to go to them, hat in hand.

I'd rather just let this go.

I'll take care of it.

Okay.

Benny used to talk about being buried with the medal.

Well, maybe I can help.

I mean, you already have enough going on.

It's fine.

Kelly.

Will... will you let me help you with this?

Please?

Okay.

Oh. Look.

I got to get in for shift, but, um...

I'll check in later, okay?

Hey.

How's Severide holding up?

Worse than he'll admit.

He keeps taking point on all the funeral arrangements.

He won't let anyone else near it.

Uh, the service is Saturday, by the way.

I'll make an announcement.

Anything else we can do?

Maybe.

Uh...

Hey, you guys know any of Benny's exes?

Uh, one or two, sort of.

Okay, I am on a scavenger hunt

for one of Benny's old medals,

so I might need to make a house call.

Hey, whatever you need, we're here.

Thank you.

Hey, Cruz.

You haven't heard anything about Katie coming back

for the funeral, have you?

Mm, hadn't thought about that.

- - No idea.

- Squad three, ambo 61. - Right.

Pin-in accident, Harrison and Dearborn.

Help!

Help!

Hang on, sweetie. We're coming.

Squad three, we have a single vehicle accident.

A toddler in a car seat needs extrication.

Copy that, almost there.

He ran right out in front of me.

- I... I couldn't see. - Who did?

Hey, hey! My little sister's in there.

All right, just stand back. We'll get her out.

61 to main,

we have an additional victim, pedestrian.

- We need another ambo ASAP. - Copy, 61.

Ambo 91 is just around the corner.

- Help! - Hang on.

We're gonna get you out, okay?

- Capp, get the jaws! - On it!

I've got a pulse.

It's thready, but it's there.

Sir, can you hear me?

He's not responding.

Let's board and collar him so 91 can load and go.

I'm on it.

- Help. - Okay, all right.

We're gonna help you. Let me see your face.

Hey, Brett, we need you over here.

Little girl might have glass in her eyes.

All right, keep her still.

- 61, we'll take over. - Thanks.

- Oh. -

Oh, I know, I know.

Here, look up, for me, sweetie.

Let me see your face.

This is my parent's car.

I... I think it's got a blind spot.

Just please tell me she's okay.

Her face is cut up a bit,

but there's no glass in her eyes.

Hey.

Let's give her space, check you out,

make sure you're not injured.

All right. You're gonna be all right.

We're just gonna have to get a doctor

- to take a look at you, okay? - No!

That's my sister's.

She said I need to hold it.

You ready?

Yeah.

I got you, I got you.

I snagged some extra washcloths from the supply room.

Should come in handy if we go on any bar runs tonight.

Great, thanks.

Poor kid.

The crash must have her shaken up.

Yeah.

What's wrong?

So, your pedestrian, Mr. Torres, he just came to.

Still in A-fib, but that's consistent with his history.

Nothing we can't manage with medication.

He's got two broken legs, a broken wrist,

and a nasty headache, but he's recovering.

Thanks.

If anything changes, do you mind giving me a heads up?

Will do. Excuse me.

Okay, spill.

What's got your head in the clouds?

It's something the little girl said.

She told me her sister handed her her phone

and asked her to keep it.

It wasn't clear,

but it sounded like she meant after the crash.

I think the driver might have been texting

when she hit that man.

A little off-course

for the fueling depot, aren't we?

Kidd needs to make a quick pit stop.

Thanks for the detour, Captain.

Hey, remind me. Which one in this?

Ex number four.

Sweet of you all to come by,

but someone already came to tell me about Benny.

It's hard to believe.

Always seemed like that man

was the perfect physical specimen.

It was a shock to everyone.

I'd offer you a pour if you weren't on duty.

You know, Benny and I actually met back when I was bartending.

He used to come by regular

just to charm me with that silver tongue of his.

It worked.

Um, well, we were wondering

if Benny left anything behind after you two broke up.

Probably.

We were off and on for a while in there.

We'd be fighting like cats and dogs one day,

then be making up like a couple of bunny rabbits the next.

Firefighters, am I right?

Is there... is there a chance

you might have seen a medal he won?

Like... like an award?

Mm, not that I can think of.

But if I stumble on it, I promise I'll let y'all know.

The thing is, is we don't have time to wait.

Um, this award, it's for the funeral.

Oh.

Sure.

To be honest, I don't know if I'm gonna make it to that.

I hate to sound shallow, I just...

I try to stay as positive as possible.

Too much negativity is bad for the blood, you know?

But, listen, if you want to swing by later,

maybe you and I can spend some time looking for it.

Uh, hey, Casey, remember, we have that thing.

Yeah.

Right, right, right, right, right.

- The, uh... the drill. The drill, the drill.

Drill. Um...

Thank you for your hospitality, ma'am.

Penelope, please.

Yep.

You have to say something in your run sheet, though, right?