13x11 – In The Trenches: Part I
Loft: bedroom
Kidd: You didn't set your alarm?
Severide: Hmm?
Kidd: You always set your alarm... All right, we gotta step on it. Lieutenants can't be late. Or at least I can't... Not without Pascal making a federal case.
Severide: Sometimes I think you guys like butting heads.
Kidd: Oh, I know he does. I would be happier if he gave it a rest. And speaking of, if we are still going to go out of town for the long weekend, I gotta book the tickets today before the fares go up... What?
Severide: I know you want to get out of the cold for a few days, but I just think we should wait till we have a little more time, take a whole week. Do it up right.
Kidd: Yeah, but more time doesn't just magically appear. We have to make the time, or it's never going to happen.
Severide: I hear you... We will... Soon... I promise... And when we do... It'll be worth it.
Kidd: Oh... Now... We are going to be late.
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Firehouse: locker room
Mouch: Morning, Captain.
Herrmann: Hey. What's with the luggage? I thought you got back from Champaign last night.
Mouch: Yeah, well, all the other future lieutenants were staying to hit the U of I bars, so I couldn't be the oldest one there and the first one to go home.
Herrmann: So wait, you got up at 3:00 a.m. and drove straight to work?
Mouch: Four hours' sleep I can handle. But Trudy? That's a whole nother story.
Herrmann: Why? What happened?
Mouch: Well, she felt bad about missing our big promotion party at Molly's. So she wanted to make it up to me with a big to-do last night. She was not a happy camper when I told her I was staying in Champaign.
Herrmann: Ah.
Mouch: I'll be paying for that later... Would you look at us, Herrmann?
Herrmann: Uh... What am I looking at?
Mouch: You, me, making rank at our age. It's a hell of a thing.
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Firehouse: common room
Violet: Whatever. He can't be worse than our last ride-along from Med. That guy was insufferable. Could not stop doc-splaining to us all shift.
Ritter: Is it me, or are you even more anti-doctor now that you're dating a lawyer?
Violet: Mm-mm.
Novak: I don't know. Dr. Frost seems chill.
Violet: Maybe a little too chill if he thinks it's cool to roll in 15 minutes late.
Ritter: It's just a ride-along.
Violet: No, it's a respect thing, which is something all these guys seem to lack. Oh, and he's going to miss our first run, huh.
Dispatch: Squad 3, Ambo 61, Battalion 25. Still and box alarm. Multiple units responding. 345 Columbus Drive.
Ritter: 345 Columbus? That's a city government building.
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Firehouse: garage
Violet: What are you doing out here, Doc? We gotta go.
John Frost: Yeah, wiper blade looked a little wonky. Just needed to be snapped back into the J-hook. All fixed.
Violet: Well, we're not allowed to fix things on the ambo, so... CFD policy.
Novak: I think what she meant is, thank you, Dr. Frost.
John Frost: Yeah, you're welcome.
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Battalion 25
Dispatch: All responding companies be advised. We've received reports of multiple underground explosions.
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Truck 81
Dispatch: Be aware of structural collapse and secondary explosions. Proceed with extreme caution.
Mouch: Looks bad.
Kidd: Stay ready!
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Street
Pascal: Battalion 25 to Main, I need a 2-11 alarm and EMS Plan 2. Possible gas explosion. 50 to 60 victims. I need an immediate gas company response and a PD backup.
Kidd: Okay, let's get her across the street.
Pascal: Engine 51, Truck 43, Fire Investigation.
Herrmann: All right, let's go, Engine 51. Game time. Doherty, tie into the standpipe system.
Pascal: Squad 3, recall the elevators and begin your primary search.
Severide: Copy you. Tony, Capp, let's move!
Pascal: Ambo 61, go to triage. Mikami, you're in charge.
Violet: On it. Novak, make sure we got triage tags. And let's set up 100 yards to the south.
Novak: Copy.
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Mouch: You ever seen anything like that?
Pascal: It's hungry for more fuel and won't stop until we choke it off. 925 to Main, where's my gas company response?
Dispatch: Gas company en route. ETA 15 minutes.
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Carver: We got you, sir.
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Building: entrance
Lauren Bates: Keep it moving, people! We gotta keep this area clear for the first responders! Jordan, keep it moving!
Jordan: All right, let's go, folks.
Lauren Bates: I'm Lauren Bates, the building's head of security.
Severide: All right, what are we looking at here?
Lauren Bates: We've got 64 floors, two below grade. We're evacuating all of them. Approximately 500 occupants.
Severide: You know where the fire started?
Lauren Bates: Subbasement. Gas explosion must have blown in a wall and started the fire down there.
Herrmann: How many points of egress?
Lauren Bates: Right now?
Herrmann: Yeah.
Lauren Bates: Zero. The north staircase collapsed just above the subbasement. Service elevator's working, but they can't get to it because of the fire.
Severide: How many people we got down there?
Lauren Bates: Floor's mostly occupied by server rooms. There's just a handful of offices for the IT people. Maybe eight, ten on a normal day.
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Building: stairs
Herrmann: This much smoke two floors up, that fire must be cooking.
Lauren Bates: We got chemical suppression in the server rooms, but either it malfunctioned or that fire is so hot, the system got overwhelmed.
Herrmann: That's not good.
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Street
Firefighter: Keep moving, people. Keep moving.
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Trudy Platt: Chief! We can't get this thing out yet?
Pascal: Not until we got the main line shut off. For now, we just got to let it burn, keep a close eye on it, and hope that son of a bitch doesn't throw us any curveballs.
Trudy Platt: Understood. Where do you want us?
Pascal: Well, this plaza's going to fill up, so we need to keep people as far away from the flame as possible. Let's set a 100-foot perimeter, no vehicle or pedestrian traffic. And reroute all CCT trains.
Trudy Platt: You got it. Ruzek.
Adam Ruzek: I gotcha, Sarge.
Trudy Platt: Yeah.
Adam Ruzek: All right! 100-foot perimeter all the way around!
Trudy Platt: Move out.
Adam Ruzek: Let's go!
Officer: Copy, sir. 100-foot radial. Let's move!
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Lauren Bates: Sergeant Platt.
Trudy Platt: Officer Bates.
Lauren Bates: Been a while since I was Officer Bates.
Trudy Platt: Oh, yeah, I heard you were in private security. I see the bad luck follows you wherever you go... All right, look, we got more radios. I'll make sure you get one, okay?
Lauren Bates: Okay. Jordan.
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Severide: Chief, we got a collapsed staircase in the subbasement. Up to ten people trapped. Gonna need ladder support.
Kidd: Chief, I got it!
Pascal: Copy that, Severide. Truck 81's flying in a ladder. Truck 43, prepare a Stokes basket for the top of the ladder.
Severide: Copy, Chief.
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Kidd: 81, let's roll!
Mouch: Sergeant Platt, mm! I ever tell you...
Trudy Platt: Now is not the time, Randall. Sir! Sir, that tape is not decoration!
Ritter: Everything all right there, Mouch?
Mouch: Yep. Let's go to work.
Firefighter: Come on, people. This way. This way.
Ritter: Got it.
Firefighter: Go, go, go. Come on, come on, come on.
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Building: stairs
Man: Hurry, please!
Woman: We're down here!
Kidd: Stand back! Give us room! We're dropping a ladder! Grab it, grab it.
Herrmann: Stay down and let the fire department drop first! Hey, we're going to get you out of here, all right? Just be patient.
Severide: Hey, is anyone hurt?
Woman: There's a man in that rubble. He was coming down the stairs when they collapsed.
Severide: All right, we'll get him.
Kidd: All right, let's start to get people up! Truck 43, send the Stokes basket!
Severide: Capp, Tony, grab the beams!
Capp: Copy.
Tony: Ready on three.
Kidd: Carver, grab the pipe!
Tony: One, two, three!
Severide: Come on!
Thomas Milken: You gotta put that fire out before the whole server room's destroyed!
Severide: Getting people out is our first priority, starting with you.
Carver: Let's go.
Severide: Watch your shoulder.
Kidd: All right. Come on. I got you. Let's go! I got you. One step at a time. I got you. Come on.
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Street
Severide: Source of the fire appears to be in their server room, Chief. Headed that way now.
Pascal: Copy, Severide.
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Ritter: Medics, got another red.
Violet: Put him right over here.
Carver: His name's Pete. He was having chest pains. Then he lost consciousness.
Violet: Okay, set him down right here.
Novak: Agonal breathing. No pulse.
Violet: Okay. Start an IV.
Novak: Copy.
Violet: All right, he's in V-fib. Let's shock at 200.
Novak: Clear.
Violet: Still V-fib. I'm going to start compressions. Push epi.
Novak: Okay.
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Lauren Bates: Medics!
Violet: All right. Novak, grab the i-gel. Frost, take over for compressions and the monitor, please.
John Frost: I got him, I got him. Go, go.
Violet: Okay.
Novak: Pushing epi.
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Violet: Okay, you're probably going to need stitches, but the wound's not too deep, so do me a favor. Get on the green tarp and we'll get you cleaned up and off to Med as soon as we can. Thank you.
Lauren Bates: Hey! How do you know she's not concussed?
Maria: It's okay, Ms. Bates.
Lauren Bates: No, it's not okay. They can't only take care of the suits.
Violet: Yep.
John Frost: Pushing another milligram of epi.
Violet: Yep, copy.
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Lauren Bates: Who the hell is in charge here? My friend needs a doctor! This is ridiculous!
John Frost: Take over compressions.
Violet: Ugh.
John Frost: Hey, I'm a doctor. What's the problem?
Lauren Bates: This woman has a serious head injury.
John Frost: Okay, look, I hear you. But that woman is in charge here, okay? She decides who takes priority for treatment, and she made the right call. Now, please take your friend to the green tarp now.
Lauren Bates: Okay. Okay, come on.
Violet: He's still in V-fib. Let's shock again.
Novak: Clear... We've got a rhythm.
Violet: Great. Stretcher!
Paramedic: Coming in.
Novak: Yeah.
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Building
Herrmann: Hey, we got fire in here! Turn around!
Severide: Fire Department! Call out!
Jane Doe: Help me! Please!
Severide: Ma'am, where are you? Call out!
Jane Doe: I don't know where to go! Please help!
Severide: Herrmann, cover me!
Herrmann: All right. We're coming!
Jane Doe: Please!
Herrmann: Keep low to the ground! Engage! Make a move!
Severide: I'm going for her! Tony, with me!
Herrmann: Hey, Severide! Get her out! Go around the back.
Severide: We need a Stokes basket by the stairwell!
Kidd: Stokes basket coming in.
Severide: 61, we're coming out.
Violet: Copy.
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Street
Violet: All right, get IO access and run fluids wide open. I gotta intubate and secure an airway... Frost, grab me a burn sheet.
John Frost: Got you.
Violet: All right, let's cover her up.
John Frost: Yeah.
Jane Doe: I can't die yet. Not like this. Not yet... I haven't told him.
Violet: Okay, we got you. All right? We got you.
Novak: I'm going to give you some pain meds, okay? Okay, pushing 100 mics of fentanyl.
Violet: Okay... Okay, I'm in... Okay, bag her.
John Frost: Yep.
Violet: Okay. Medics! I'm going to take this one in.
John Frost:You go. I got you covered here.
Violet: Thank you.
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Command center
Pascal: Yeah, this'll work. Plenty of space, good visibility. We'll put CFD comms over here and PD over there.
Firefighter: Copy that, Chief.
Gas Company Tech: You Chief Pascal?
Pascal: Took you guys long enough.
Gas Company Tech: We may have a problem. The geyser's sputtering. Could be...
Pascal: Another gas leak causing the pressure to drop. You have to shut that off right now. If there's more gas building up, it's going to cause another explosion.
Gas Company Tech: That's the problem. The closest shutoff is... Less than 10 feet from the geyser. And it's buried under rubble. We'll have to go to the next one down.
Pascal: How long will that take?
Gas Company Tech: I don't know. Ten minutes, maybe?
Pascal: If there's another leak, we don't have ten minutes... Damn it.
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CMED: ER
Dean Archer: He's good. Clean him up. Send him over to radiology.
Doris: Thank you, Dr. Archer.
Dean Archer: Okay.
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Daniel Charles: Mr. Milken?
Thomas Milken: Yeah.
Daniel Charles: I'm Dr. Charles. How you doing?
Thomas Milken: Shoulder hurts like a son of a bitch.
Daniel Charles: Oh, man, I bet it does.
Thomas Milken: Hey.
Daniel Charles: Just waiting for the orthopedic surgeon to get here, all right?
Thomas Milken: Okay.
Daniel Charles: How's your head? Any dizziness, nausea?
Thomas Milken: No, nothing like that. When's the ortho going to get here, you think? I got to get back to my building and assess the damage.
Daniel Charles: Real mess back there, you know, a lot of casualties.
Thomas Milken: I... No, the building, Doc. I... I... I'm concerned about the building.
Daniel Charles: Okay, well, the building is a level 1 disaster site, so I don't think you're getting back in there anytime soon.
Thomas Milken: Oh, my God.
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Mitch Ripley: I'm going to go change.
Hannah Asher: Okay.
Doris: Hannah.
Hannah Asher: Hey.
Doris: How'd it go?
Hannah Asher: He gave a beautiful eulogy. But I think he was happy to have any excuse to get the hell out of there.
Doris: Yeah, I get that.
Violet: This is the woman we called in. Appears to be in her 40s. Second and third degree burns on her face, arms, neck, and torso.
Caitlin Lenox: Trauma 1. Let's prep her for a central line, and get respiratory down here.
Hannah Asher: You get a name?
Violet: No, but she was talking about someone before she lost consciousness, a man, so maybe a partner or a husband will show up later.
Hannah Asher: Okay.
Violet: God, can you imagine? Going about your day totally oblivious that your loved one is going through this all alone?
Hannah Asher: Mm.
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Street
Pascal: Carver, Ritter, on me. Let's knock this down right now. Another explosion like that, and the whole block goes.
Carver: On our way.
Pascal: Ritter... There's the valve! Come on! Go, Carver!
Carver: Come on!
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Trudy Platt: Oh, no, thanks.
Mouch: I'm sorry, again, about last night. But I just got to say... I know you're proud of me, and that means the world. But I haven't even officially been promoted yet, so the thought of doing another celebration just felt self-indulgent... If I'm being honest.
Trudy Platt: You're absolutely right, hon. Another celebration would have been really self-indulgent.
Mouch: Oh, for the love of... It wasn't for me. It was... I forgot your birthday. I am such an idiot. I don't know what I was thinking. I've been so wrapped up in...
Trudy Platt: We can talk about it later.
Mouch: I... God damn it.
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John Frost: Hey. Hi, I'm Dr. Frost. Are you looking for someone?
Ellie Simshaw: Yeah, my mom.
John Frost: Okay, well, we got a lot of people with walkie-talkies around here. Maybe we can help you track her down.
Ellie Simshaw: My Friend Finder says she's here.
John Frost: Well, were you supposed to meet her here?
Ellie Simshaw: No, uh, she said she had a job interview downtown. But I've been texting her all morning, and she hasn't been answering.
John Frost: Hey. Here's the thing. What's your name?
Ellie Simshaw: Ellie.
John Frost: All right. Well, here's the thing, Ellie. If your Friend Finder says her phone's in the network, then she's got to be around here somewhere. Could be in one of these buildings in the middle of her interview. So she might just not be looking at her phone.
Ellie Simshaw: Yeah.
John Frost: Well, in the meantime, you know, is there anyone else we can call? Your dad or another family member, maybe?
Ellie Simshaw: No.
John Frost: Okay. Hey, come on. We'll talk to someone with a radio, okay? It'll be all right.
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Pascal: Chicago City Transit just informed me that one of their trains is disabled directly below us. Apparently, it hit some concrete rubble on the tracks.
Kidd: Are they saying the explosion compromised the tunnel?
Pascal: We don't know that. CCT engineers are looking into it.
Kidd: Well, then we should evacuate the train just in case.
Pascal: Yeah, that's our other problem. Gas company's pressure monitoring systems are telling us that there's an active gas leak still down there somewhere.
Mouch: So there could be gas pockets in the subway tunnels?
Pascal: Anywhere in the subway infrastructure. Rail tunnels, service tunnels, emergency access shafts, sewer drains. If there's gas accumulating in any one of those, then, well, we saw the damage one explosion can do.
Kidd: Okay. We'll start with the access shafts.
Pascal: Hey, good tell.
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Building: data center
Herrmann: Hey. What the hell is this place, anyway?
Severide: Some kind of data center, I'm guessing. These are all high-end computer servers... Burn patterns aren't consistent with an external ignition source.
Herrmann: Yeah.
Severide: From what I can see, point of origin is somewhere around this area... Somebody tampered with these fuses.
Herrmann: Hey... What the hell is this? Severide... I... I'm no Mr. High Tech, but what is an open O2 tank doing in a computer room?
Severide: Only one reason I can think of.
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Command center
Severide: The server's electrical distribution system was deliberately rigged to overheat. That's the source of the ignition.
Herrmann: We found a large O2 tank down there.
Severide: It's enough oxygen to boost the O2 levels in that room to 30%, 35%, which would turn the place into a powder keg.
Hank Voight: So whoever torched that server room is responsible for this whole disaster. Dom.
Pascal: Sergeant.
Severide: I think that fire would have been volatile enough to crack the gas line and start the whole chain reaction.
Lauren Bates: Sergeant Voight.
Hank Voight: Bates. Wow, been a minute. All right, tell me about that server room.
Lauren Bates: Belongs to the Employee Pension Fund. And as far as I know, those servers are for administering the city's pension plans.
Kim Burgess: So they must have all kinds of sensitive data on them, then... Socials, tax information, employment history, medical history, banking intel.
Trudy Platt: So these guys break in to steal city workers' data and then torch the place to cover their tracks?
Lauren Bates: Well, it's not a crazy theory.
Hank Voight: Identity thieves pulling a robbery like this for data they could just hack? No, these offenders are after something, something tangible.
Severide: The guy we pulled out of the staircase collapse, someone said they saw him on the way down the stairs. He was in such a hurry to get to the server room that he was willing to fight the fire himself.
Kim Burgess: Did you get his name?
Severide: No, but he shouldn't be that hard to track down. His collarbone was damn near sticking out of his shoulder. Probably at Med.
Lauren Bates: That was Mr. Milken, executive director of the Pension Fund. I saw him get put in an ambulance.
Hank Voight: All right, let's you and I head to Med.
Kim Burgess: Yep.
Hank Voight: Trudy, grab Adam, go with Bates. Scrub the building's security footage, see if you can ID any of our offenders. I'm gonna get Atwater down here. He can process the scene, pull any prints. Let's go.
Pascal: I can only let firefighters down there right now, Sergeant. There could be toxic off-gassing for a while still.
Severide: I can go down there and bag up whatever I find.
Pascal: You good with that?
Hank Voight: You saying I got a choice?
Pascal: No, I'm just being polite. Okay, then, we all have our orders. Let's go about it. Uh, hey, hold on.
Herrmann: Yeah?
Pascal:Captain, an incident like this is a rare learning opportunity for a future battalion chief. I want you to stick by my hip and keep your eyes and ears open.
Herrmann: Yes, sir.
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Street
Mouch: Access shafts I'm okay with, but sewer drains?
Kidd: One tunnel at a time, Mouch... Hey, open the hatch. I'll be right back.
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Kidd: Hey! Where are you going?
Severide: Fire scene.
Kidd: Why? PD's here. Isn't this their investigation now?
Severide: No, Pascal only wants firefighters down there right now. This can't wait. The longer we take, the harder it will be to catch these guys.
Kidd: Yeah. I know. I just... Please be careful... Look, you owe me a trip to Cancun.
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Carver: Come on. There we go.
Kidd: All right. Let's have the smoke ejector and plenty of ducting standing by. Carver, you mask up. You're with me.
Carver: Copy that.
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Building: entrance
Trudy Platt: So this is what retirement looks like, huh? Man, you're working harder now than when you were on patrol.
Lauren Bates: Retirement? On a disability pension? That's hilarious. I know cops who put 30 years in and they're still working odd jobs to make the mortgage. But, uh, maybe it's different on a fancy sergeant's pension. Who knows?
Trudy Platt: You always were a ray of sunshine... But it's nice to see you, Bates. It's been too long.
Adam Ruzek: This is it?
Lauren Bates: Yeah, we can go back further if you want.
Adam Ruzek: No, that's all right...
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Building: entrance / CMED: ER
Adam Ruzek: Yeah, security footage is a bust. Went through it twice. Checked the keycard access logs for the last 24 hours, and no unauthorized entries.
Hank Voight: Well, who was the last person in the room?
Adam Ruzek: It's Gary Powell. Pension fund IT tech. Left at 6:12 last night. That's it. No entries this morning.
Hank Voight: I mean, that doesn't add up. Look, if Severide's theory is right, somebody was inside that room right before the fire ignited.
Adam Ruzek: Well, they weren't on camera.
Hank Voight: All right, get the footage over to the OCD tech lab. Maybe it was tampered with somehow.
Adam Ruzek: Yeah, I'm on it.
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Kim Burgess: Okay. Thanks, Kev. I'll keep you posted. Sarge, you're not going to believe this.
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CMED: ER - Thomas Milken's room
Thomas Milken: Hell, yeah, I was concerned. Those servers are worth a small fortune.
Kim Burgess: It must be insured, though, right?
Thomas Milken: Yeah, sure. But...
Hank Voight: And all that data is backed up in the cloud. So what had you panicking?
Kim Burgess: A few months ago, the Pension Fund put a significant amount of its assets into cryptocurrency. It was all over the news. People were seriously pissed off about it.
Thomas Milken: Those headlines were a little dramatic, considering the price...
Hank Voight: Will you stop dicking around? You know what we're asking.
Thomas Milken: For security reasons, the funds were kept in cold storage.
Hank Voight: What does that mean?
Thomas Milken: They were on a data storage drive that stays offline at all times to prevent hacks and malware intrusion.
Kim Burgess: And if somebody physically got their hands on that device?
Thomas Milken: Yeah, they... They got the money.
Hank Voight: How much money are we talking about?
Thomas Milken: Approximately... $250 million.
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CMED: ER
Hannah Asher: She's been on oxygen therapy for almost two hours and still no improvement in her blood gases.
Caitlin Lenox: And you ordered a bronchoscopy?
Hannah Asher: Yeah, they'll be seeing her soon. And we'll see how bad her airway edema is.
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CMED: Trauma 1
Caitlin Lenox: Has anyone come here looking for her?
Hannah Asher: Not yet. When Violet brought her in, she said she thought there might be a husband in the picture, but... I guess we'll see.
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Building: data center
Marcus: Hello? Is somebody out there?
Severide: Fire Department! I'm going to get you out!
Marcus: Hey, hurry up! Get us out!
Duffy: Thank God someone came back. We could have suffocated in there.
Severide: You guys are lucky you had those respirators on. Air's clean now. You can take them off if you want.
Duffy: Nah, better safe than sorry.
Severide: Suit yourself. Go out to the left. There's a ladder in the stairwell.
Duffy: Why don't you lead the way?
Marcus: Let's go!
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Command center
Severide: Got two lone suspects in CCT jumpsuits in the subbasement. The air is safe down here, Chief. Send in CPD backup.
Pascal: Copy that.
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Building: entrance
Pascal: Sergeant Platt, we've got two armed suspects in the subbasement, both of them wearing CCT jumpsuits.
Lauren Bates: Jordan! You make sure no one goes out those doors.
Jordan: Yes, ma'am.
Trudy Platt: You two, take the stairs. I'll take the service elevator.
Adam Ruzek: Copy that.
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Building: hallway
Adam Ruzek: You all right? Which way did they go?
Severide: They... They split up. This place is a maze down here. This hallway goes all the way around. There's two connecting hallways in the center.
Adam Ruzek: All right, got it. I'll go west, take the first connector. You take the second. Stay safe, bro.
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Adam Ruzek: 5021 IDA, in foot pursuit of one offender in a CCT jumpsuit, 345 Columbus.
Dispatch: Copy, IDA. We'll notify command.
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Trudy Platt: Don't you move! Back up. Up against the wall. Chicago Police.
Marcus: Easy, lady. I didn't do anything.
Trudy Platt: What the hell is a CCT employee doing down here?
Marcus: It's the Employee Benefits Building. Just dropping off some forms. Next thing I know, it's a damn towering inferno.
Trudy Platt: Turn it around, slowly... Slowly... Remove the mask.
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Street
Adam Ruzek: Hey. You see a guy in a jumpsuit? I lost him. Bates, you got eyes on the other one?
Lauren Bates: Negative, but I thought I heard gunshots at the southwest corner.
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Building: entrance
Trudy Platt: 2101, 10-1, 10-1, shots fired. Adam, I'm hit.
Adam Ruzek: Officer down, subbasement level.
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Street
Adam Ruzek: Shots fired. Sergeant Platt's been hit. Severide, primary search.
Severide: Copy that!
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Command center
Pascal: Ambo 61.
Violet: On our way, Chief.
Ritter: Mouch is headed inside, Chief.
Pascal: Copy, Ritter. I know this is one of the hardest parts of commanding a scene, Captain, fighting the impulse to rush into the trenches with your team.
Herrmann: I hear you, Chief. But you're here. And if I stay out of the trenches today, I'm not going to be able to live with myself tomorrow.
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Tunnel
Carver: There's definitely a gas leak down here somewhere. LEL is at 13%.
Kidd: Not combustible yet.
Carver: No, but it's crowding out the oxygen. O2 is down to 15%. Make that 14%.
Kidd: People aren't going to make it through that tunnel if the O2 is that low.
Carver: Mm-mm.
Kidd: Hey, Mouch, Ritter! Fire up that smoke injector and drop a tube down... I don't know if I'm getting through.
Carver: Mm-mm.
Kidd: Mouch, Ritter, do you copy?
Ritter: Copy that, Lieutenant. Setting the fan at the opening now.
Kidd: Let's keep going.
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Street
Adam Ruzek: Stop the car! Stop!
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Tunnel
Kidd: Hey, Carver, give me the meter.
Carver: Yep.
Kidd: All right... Okay. You guys okay?
Cory: Hey, there's an obstruction on the tracks. I was told to stand by while the brains upstairs decide whether we're evacuating or going back to the last station.
Kidd: Yeah, the plan is to evacuate the train. But we got a gas leak in the access shaft that's causing dangerous buildup. It's too dangerous to send people through there until we vent the tunnel.
Cory: Well, how long is that going to take? These passengers are already pretty grumpy.
Carver: You think this tunnel could actually collapse?
Cory: I don't know.
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Street
Cop: What's happening up there, Chief?
Pascal: It's not what's happening up there, it's what's happening down below. Breaking windows is the first sign of structural failure. The foundation's going to give way... All right, we need to get everyone further back. Everyone off the plaza right now! Back up, everyone! Let's go! Uh-uh, kiddo, you got to keep moving. Keep moving.
Ellie Simshaw: My mom, my mom!
John Frost: Ellie! Hey! Ellie, you okay?
Pascal: You know her?
John Frost: Yeah. Sort of, yeah.
Lauren Bates: Help! One of my guys is trapped over here!
Pascal: You stay with her.
John Frost: You got it.
Pascal: Truck 43, we have a victim trapped under the southwest corner of the building. Severide, Herrmann, Mouch, evacuate immediately.
John Frost: All right, hey, look, you got hit by some glass. I need to check you out, okay?
Ellie Simshaw: My mom's phone, her dot was moving over there.
John Frost: When? When?
Ellie Simshaw: It disappeared just now!
John Frost: Okay. Hey, come on, come on, come on. Please help me!
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Building: hallway
Mouch: Trudy! Hey. Hey, Trudy! Hey.
Severide: I checked all the rooms on the south side. Leapfrog search north from here.
Pascal: Repeat, Severide, Herrmann, Mouch, do you copy? Evacuate that structure immediately.
Mouch: Go. I got this.
Herrmann: No, you stay, we stay.
Severide: We're not going anywhere without Trudy. Let's split up.
Mouch: Trudy!
Severide: Sergeant Platt!
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Mouch: Trudy! Okay. Come here, sweetie. Don't you die. Okay. Come on. Come on. Wake up. Look at you. Don't you... Okay. Okay.
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Tunnel
Kidd: Change of plans.
Carver: Yeah.
Kidd: All right. Stay calm, please. The ten of you closest to the door, come on. Let's go. Come on. We're going to take them out.
Carver: Copy.
Cory: Slowly.
Carver: Let's go.
Cory: Careful. Watch that first step.
Kidd: Do not touch this third rail.
Carver: Watch out.
Kidd: Do not touch this or this rail. Watch this rail. It's hot.
Carver: Easy. No pushing.
Kidd: Stay clear of this third rail.
Carver: Hey, stop pushing!
Kidd: All right, hey! Hey, guys, guys, guys!
Carver: Watch the rail!
Kidd: Easy.
Man: Ugh.
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Train
Kidd: Guys, back on the train. Hey, everybody, stay on the train. It's the safest place until the ground settles. Carver, get him up to a medic. Come on.
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Tunnel
Carver: All right, let's go. Come on. Keep pressure on him. Go. Keep moving.
Adam Ruzek: Hey. You seen a guy in a jumpsuit?
Carver: I don't think so, no.
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Train
Kidd: Ruzek? What are you...
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Amulance 61
Violet: Her pulse is strong and she's breathing on her own. Stay positive, Mouch.
Mouch: Okay. I'm right here. I'm right here, baby. Don't you go. Don't you leave me. I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry.
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Street
Ritter: That way. Come on. Hey, where's Kidd?
Carver: Back on the train. I'm going to go back for more passengers.
Ritter: Yeah... Go! Now!
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Command center
Pascal: Severide, report.
Severide: Herrmann and I are out. Mouch is on his way to Med with Trudy.
Pascal: Truck 81, report.
Carver: Ritter and I made it out of the access shaft, but it collapsed behind us.
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Street
Carver: I don't know where Kidd is.
Pascal: Lieutenant Kidd, report.
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Command center
Pascal: Lieutenant Kidd, do you copy?
Bill McCormick: The tunnel just... The whole thing just collapsed.
Pascal: Lieutenant Kidd, do you copy?
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Street
Severide: Stella Kidd, report back right now!
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Command center
Pascal: Lieutenant Kidd? Lieutenant Kidd, do you copy?
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CMED: ER
Violet: We got three wounds. Two in the back, one in the front.
Caitlin Lenox: Get her to Trauma 1.
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CMED: ER – trauma 1
Caitlin Lenox: On my count.
Nurse: Give them room.
Caitlin Lenox: One, two, three.
Mitch Ripley: She's crashing. Starting compressions. Get me an epi and intubation tray... Come on.
