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[sirens wailing in the distance]
[indistinct shouting]
[sirens wailing]
[man narrating] We come out at night.
[indistinct shouting]
Black smoke.
You see me, right?
You want me to find you.
I see you.
Move it!
[police chatter on radio]
- Are we clear in there? - Yeah.
All right.
McCaffrey, it's a mess in there. Try not to make it worse.
Yeah.
Hey, anyone moved her?
Nope. There's a burned filter
- still in her left hand. - [grunts]
Boyfriend said he left her in the bed smokin'.
[sniffs]
Guy with a red hoodie?
Yeah.
Said when he came back, the place was already burnin'.
Yeah.
Uh, he tried to get to her.
Not a chance.
Tequila.
[sniffs]
Well, he's right.
The fire started in the mattress.
Accidental by smokin' materials.
I didn't say that.
[sirens wailing]
[firefighter] Give him a hand with those ladders!
[inaudible]
Right now?
- Right before the fire? - Yeah.
I tried, but it burnt my hands.
- Thanks, man. I got this. - Okay.
Hey. How you doin'?
I, um... I'm sorry about your loss.
Thanks.
What's your name, man?
I... Dylan.
Sorry, I...
still can't believe it.
It's okay. I understand.
All right. Dylan, was your girlfriend in bed alone?
Yeah. Um...
I was watching a movie on the couch.
Must've fallen asleep.
And by the time I woke up...
Yeah. I-I-I get it. I get it.
But, you see, the thing about people burning to death is that they...
they always, even in their sleep,
reflexively pull away from the flame.
But your girlfriend didn't.
And also, you know, people don't sleep in the middle of a king-size bed, right?
They pick one side or the other.
When somebody lowers an unconscious person onto a bed,
they put 'em in the middle, 'cause it's easier.
So, you got to understand a curious person like me is left wondering,
when I get this tested,
am I gonna find more than agave in there?
- [grunts] - Fucking piece of shit!
Jesus, who are you?
- I'm a fireman. - [handcuffs cranking]
[engine starting]
[horn honks]
[siren wailing]
- Office of Fire Investigation, can I help you? - Mornin'.
- You get any sleep? - Yeah, sure,
if puttin' my head on the steering wheel outside for 20 minutes counts.
Hey, Sean? Captain wants to see you.
- What's his name again, Warren? - Webber.
Christ, he's been here a month. It's Watts.
You two are hopeless.
Hey, Captain.
You want to see me?
Sit down, please.
[sighs]
Nice work with the murdered girlfriend.
You got an attaboy from that watch lieutenant in Homicide.
Doyle? Did he choke on it?
I got the impression "thank you" and "Fire Department"
in the same sentence doesn't come naturally.
Yeah, but we're not really the Fire Department though, are we?
Temporary detail order for Maggie Rening to OFI.
Finished state arson school, peace officer certs
and weapon qualifying.
Why are you tellin' me this?
She's your new partner.
What? Hang on.
Two-man teams. That's the rules.
Look, w-w-we've never had partners before. Why now?
Probably because for too long nobody's bothered to actually run this unit.
Look, the only reason
suppression captains like you request OFI is
to brush up your resume before going for Battalion Chief.
And I get it. I do.
But none of you really understand how we work here,
and if you're like every other short-termer,
the whole fireman-with-handcuffs thing probably rubs you wrong on principle.
We offer a pretty good deal.
I mean, you get to sit there all day studying for your BC exam,
but in return,
let us catch arsonists our way, okay?
Yeah, I came from Suppression.
You wanna know one of the fires I worked there?
West Haddon Street.
I know what you did in that church.
And maybe with your uncle as Assistant Chief of this unit nobody has the guts to say it,
but I will.
I don't have a problem with firemen with handcuffs.
I have a problem with firemen who are a menace.
Hey, for the record,
I've never asked a thing of my uncle.
You can go back to work now.
Hey, Maggie Rening.
Yeah.
So let me guess. Four years on an engine?
Five.
Do you actually know anything about this work?
Arson bad, right?
- [boy] Hey, wait up! - Stop!
Come on. We gotta hit the Hunters before dark.
Hurry up, lazybones!
[boy 2] I'll trade you one candy bar for that jawbreaker.
Come on. Your turn to knock.
Hey, ask her for extra. Hey, ask her for extra.
[boy] Miss Hunter? We're here.
[boy 2] Eric, knock louder.
- Eric, knock again. - Is anyone home?
- Louder! - Try the door!
I hope Mrs. Hunter made cookies.
Walk into their house.
[all] Trick or treat!
Mrs. Hunter?
[car alarms wailing]
- [man shouting, indistinct] - [bell jingles]
- There you go, sir. - [Sean] Thanks.
[man] Extra lamb spleen, right?
[chuckles] Can't believe you're still wearin' that coat.
He was my father.
And he was my brother.
You stalkin' me?
Doesn't take Sherlock Holmes to find you.
All you gotta do is follow the stench of the Sean lunch special.
- This conversation have a point? - Yeah.
Yeah.
[sighs]
You can't keep breakin' balls for every single captain who does a spin down at Arson.
And is this my uncle or AC talkin'?
Take your pick.
[scoffs] Eh, well, I'm a big boy. I can handle him.
Who's increasingly isolating himself down there.
[sirens chirping]
Well...
I didn't join for the bowling league.
See ya around.
[door bell jingles]
We got a hit.
[siren wailing]
Okay.
Don't talk. Just listen to me,
the building, the fire, everything, okay?
Yes?
Yo. Five so far.
All kids outside trick or treatin'.
One, we think, tried the door handle, and, uh...
- Christ. - Yeah.
[man] Let's go. We're packin' up here.
- Yo, we clear in there? - Yeah, we're clear.
[firefighter] Break those couplings. Roll the wet stuff.
[helicopter approaching]
No sign of an incendiary device,
yet the door blew when they opened it.
So, a backdraft.
Hey. If you can't just listen to the building before you're even in it,
you may as well do us both a favor
and go wait in the truck. All right?
[firefighter] Six, get your ladders picked up and give 17 a hand with any hoses.
Okay, Rening. So, what are you thinkin'?
Electrical short in the plug.
Well, the fire certainly visited the plug,
but there's no way it started there.
Intense heat crazing, V-shaped smoke stain.
It checks a lot of boxes.
[sighs] Well, checklists only cover the physics of the fire.
You also have to understand what it wants.
Nothin' around that plug that would excite a fire,
and this fire was excited.
Look at the glass.
If the fire did actually start in the plug,
it would've lingered there for a while,
got the lay of the land, looked for more fuel.
That would've melted the glass evenly,
not lopsided like that.
That requires extreme heat comin' from one direction.
You know what? You're right.
The fire did visit the plug,
but it's either a side effect of the real deal,
or someone pre-rigged it to make us think it started there.
The lower half of the room where our plug is
isn't as burned as the upper walls.
Means the fire spent more time high than low,
so it must have entered high somehow.
Wait a second.
The fire didn't start in the room.
It came in through the ducts from somewhere else.
Pooling.
Hot enough to scar metal, but leave no molten trace.
Watch your step.
That's the furnace.
The ignition point's at the bottom of that mess.
[sighs]
- Get digging. - Thanks.
Well, enjoy.
And you?
Me? I'm gonna get dessert.
[cars honking]
Watch your backs.
So, I got four unsolved kids on my desk, or what?
If you could count, that's five. And I don't know yet.
Mm. They burn, they're yours.
A lot of dead kids.
Yeah, too many.
Anybody found the owners yet?
Looks like nobody was home.
Touhy's runnin' down title records.
Listen, we can't let this become a shit show with the press. You understand?
So, what I need from you ASAP is cause, all right?
Was it homicide, was it arson?
Yeah.
Hey.
Are we on the same page?
[sighs]
It started in the air conditioning.
Then used the ducts to get through the house.
- [scoffs] - I need a little light.
Breaker didn't trip.
The plastic sheathing on the calibration screw's missing.
Set wrong, it could cause a power surge and overload the mechanism.
Discoloration shows that this cable here experienced the highest temperatures.
Now, if the heat source came from within the cable, as an electrical overload,
it would melt the plastic insulation against it.
But if not, then the heat source came from outside the cable,
as in a splash of gasoline.
[buzzing]
Somebody splashed it.
Looks like somebody splashed it to make it look like an accidental overload,
if nobody bought the shorted plug in the other room
as an ignition point.
Chief McCaffrey, is he your uncle?
Yeah, technically.
What do we got?
Or not?
Medical examiner's only done soot-or-shot prelims on the bodies so far.
We got five males all under 15.
Hmm.
What killed them?
In the prelim opinion of the ME the fire killed 'em.
All right, that's five deaths on us.
Or, uh, you to be exact.
Well, if it's fire, I think I'm done here?
- What do you think, Sean? Murder? - It's too early.
But I got to tell you, I'm going to have a hard time callin' "accidental" on this.
What I don't got to tell ya is
that there ain't a single Naugahyde jockey down at City Hall
that wants to call this arson.
Not the mayor, who's already got a serious problem with his homicide rate this year,
not the PD and sure as hell not us.
- ATF comin' in on this? - [chuckles] No.
I think it's safe to say that Sean buggered that relationship for all time.
Who, Kunz? The guy's an asshole.
He couldn't pour piss out of a turn-out boot with the instructions on the heel.
What about the family?
The Hunters, Rod and Jan, married, no kids.
We can't find them yet.
I'll tell ya what we're not gonna do.
Until we find the Hunters and we have a solid determination on cause and origin...
we're not gonna say shit.
Nobody utters the "A" word, got it?
Now, tell me one true thing.
Canvass gave us a lot of half-sentences.
There's maybe a gang hitting houses in the area.
The DOT camera at the intersection
might give us video surveillance of a car.
You ID the car, you move.
I want these jag-offs off the street instantly.
Right? Mm.
Sure.
By the way...
who are you?
Maggie Rening.
- Rening? - She's detailed to Sean.
Rening.
Well, that's... That's a beautiful thing.
Now the OFI is officially the Island of Broken Toys.
Freaks who did this with a ribbon on top, before we say a word.
Yep.
Whoa, whoa.
[barking]
Hey, I get growled at enough at work. All right?
[whimpering]
In North Side's Lincoln Park,
in the wake of tonight's devastating explosion
that took the lives of five young trick-or-treaters
as they simply went asking for some candy on Halloween.
Neighborhood families have been leaving flowers and notes of condolence,
wondering just how this could have happened.
Fire officials are still investigating the townhouse
that burst into flames without warning.
The owners of the home, Rod and Jan Hunter,
have not yet been located,
and fire officials are asking for anyone with information
on the Hunters' whereabouts to contact them.
Speculation about the cause of the fire is on everyone's mind.
City council members are demanding answers.
Was it an accident, or is this a case of arson?
One thing is for certain,
the lives of five Lincoln Park families and this community will never be the same again.
Reporting live...
[woman] Sean!
Sean!
[echoing] Sean!
I just don't buy you were drawn all the way down that ducting.
Not on your own.
You don't hunt that way.
Oh, shit.
They made you lie.
All right.
[low growl]
What? What, are you movin' in? How'd you get...
Burnin' things don't bother you, huh?
[growling]
Hey! No more of that, all right?
- No more of that. - [whimpers]
Yeah, that's better. There you go.
Okay, this isn't what it looks like.
I'm just randomly throwin' food out there, all right?
Rening. Rening.
You know, I did my homework.
There was a firefighter named Rening, right,
who got two commendations in a single year for makin' live snatches in fires.
I mean, wow, that's gotta be some kind of record, right?
It isn't.
People don't join the fire department to carry a gun.
They move to OFI either because they're so busted up they can't do line work anymore,
or they can't get arson out of their bones, and you clearly aren't either.
Yeah? Well, which are you?
Me? I rise above all categories.
Maybe you're both.
Why are you here, Rening?
[sighs]
[door opens]
They didn't do it.
Lieutenant Doyle ID'd their plate near the scene
off the intersection camera.
They had gas and pry bars in the car.
Look, I don't doubt these yo-yos were up to something, somewhere,
but it wasn't that building.
Oh, what makes you so sure?
Because these goofballs had gasoline in the car.
Gasoline's amateur hour.
It burns twice as hot, bashes around like a bull in a china shop,
and puts itself out in half the time.
Look, gas chromatograph came back on the wiring
and there's benzyl-nitrate all over it, not gasoline,
with just enough sprinkles of linoleum to, uh, hide the BZ,
but not enough to confirm a splash.
Now, BZ is what the pros use, okay?
It burns cool, takes longer to bite, but when it does,
it holds on like a Gila monster.
Whoever did this is smart enough to try and fake a fried plug,
is also smart enough
to throw us a basement breaker panel overload if we got past that,
and smarter still to trick the fire using the BZ up into the ducting
while hiding it with linoleum hydrocarbon signatures.
Whoever did this is smarter than anyone I've come up against.
Not the smartest.
He's been locked up behind bars for decades.
Ronald Bartel.
Takes it to a whole 'nother level.
- Ronald Bartel. - Don't worry about it.
Hey, Doyle. The Hunters are still missing.
I feel your pain.
Okay, well I need you to put more manpower into finding them.
Why would I go anywhere near it? They burn, they're yours.
One of the kids didn't die by fire.
What? I thought you were selling a backdraft for them.
The door killed him. That's blunt force trauma.
[laughs] No, you wouldn't. Not even you.
What, you wanna see how many of those little souls I can dump in your lap? Hmm?
- Okay. I'll put a team on it. - Attaboy.
Ah, Jesus Christ. What are you doin' here, Kunz?
I thought you'd be workin' igloo fires in Alaska
after the last fucked-up call you made.
ATF, OFI Insurance Task Force.
- What, and they put you on it? - Well, who they didn't was you.
- Who's this? - Maggie Rening.
Hi. So what are you doin' stickin' your beak into my fire?
High-profile burn. It makes sense the city might want a second opinion.
Oh, and the ATF just happens to have enough budget
to randomly throw extra man hours at somebody else's fire?
Two guys walk into a building. One walks out.
You know something, Kunz? You always trusted your CIs too much.
You know what, I still clear cases.
And I do it without jerking off to fire.
Yeah, yeah. Stay away from my burn.
You always make this many friends in a day?
Hey, I was just headin' out to dinner.
Thought you might wanna come.
Ah, I got plans.
It's your mother's birthday.
Well, send my best.
You'll be missed.
Again.
Yeah. Well, talk to her husband about that.
Mm.
[sighs]
[Brian] You know, Sean, I think about those days...
about your dad...
all the time.
Ahh. Yeah.
Well, thanks for tryin' to take the shot.
I'll call Mom.
But you still won't come.
Like I said, I got plans.
[Asian harp music]
You scare him, you know.
I'm sorry, what?
That old man.
Oh, no. We're friends.
I come here all the time. Uh, he owns the place.
I've, uh, seen you here before.
He's freaked out by you.
Uh, no.
I helped him out a while back.
We're buddies.
Helped him, huh?
Please, tell me.
How?
Uh, well, he kept havin' kitchen fires.
Um, so I staked it out
and found out it was a competing diner down the street
pouring grease down the roof exhaust so...
Caught the bad guys. That's it.
- And the owner was grateful. - Yeah, sure.
- So he told you to come by. - Yeah. I can think here.
So you do, come by any time?
Whoa, sorr... I'm sorry. Who... Who are you?
Jenny.
Are you a cop?
Uh, fireman.
Well, sort of. Arson investigator. You?
Geologist.
[chuckles] Come on, really?
Okay. All right. Wow. Geologist.
So, uh, how do you know old Tommy over there?
'Cause he's my father.
Oh, shit. Uh...
We don't talk anymore.
Oh, you just hang out here?
Pop quiz. Who are you?
- Oh. Really? - Really.
Oh, wow. Okay.
Um, well, uh,
I'm the son and grandson of dead firemen.
I investigate arson,
not because I like fire, but because I understand it.
A distinction without a difference to some of the people I work with.
What about you?
Uh, I am the only daughter of a traditional father
who has disowned me because I'm 30, unmarried,
and work looking for oil in the employ of foreign billionaires,
which basically, in his eyes, makes me an escort.
I burned my stepfather's house down when I was a kid.
- 'Cause you understand fire, not like it, right? - Ooh. Touché.
Uh, my father thinks
I'm the re-incarnated son that he lost in a miscarriage.
Last time I saw my father alive we were makin' breakfast for my mom in the kitchen.
I can't remember the last time I saw my mother.
Everyone I know is either scared of or for me.
- I'm very good at what I do. - I'm better.
[scoffs]
[chuckles] All right.
Ooh, shit.
Uh, did that just blow it?
Let's see.
Oh, that cop Doyle hasn't found the Hunters yet,
but he sent over what the PD has on them.
Anything interesting?
[sucks in air]
Couple's been through a few bankruptcies,
DA opened up a case against the husband for money laundering,
but dropped it.
Find out how much insurance they carry.
[alarm signaling]
[man over PA] Battalion Three, Engine Seven.
This a two story commercial fire showing.
Uh, not much.
If anything, the place was underinsured.
With it being tied up in their latest bankruptcy...
- I'm seeing blue smoke at the roofline. - Son of a bitch.
Battalion Three, this is OFI 4-2-2 en route. Stay put.
Aren't Touhy and Rickets up?
I know this asshole. He pre-weakens the roof structure.
Blue smoke is a chemical ignition.
It'll go up the central core and total the building.
We gotta get there and warn IC before the whole thing comes down.
[Sean over radio] Hey, Chief, I'm sure it's a spark.
Tell your guys to get out of the building now.
[sirens wailing]
Make sure everyone's outta there. Get 'em out, now.
Move! Move!
Give me the hose! Give me the hose!
Come on!
Stay there! Don't move!
Stop!
I said, stop!
Don't move!
- Freeze! - Dude! Son of a bitch!
- Freeze! Freeze! - [screams]
Pull back.
[man screams]
I told you, if you ever do that again, I will kill you!
- You stupid, dumb, mother... - Stop! Stop!
- [groans] - You pathetic...
you for-hire torches, you really think fire dances for you?
Piece of shit!
Geez, Sean!
It's impossible to bust these assholes without catchin' them in the act,
and I had just about enough of this piece of shit.
Sean, get a medic!
You hurt him. Get an ambulance!
So you really pre-weaken roof beams on your fires, huh?
It brings 'em down fast. The clients like that.
No roof also means an insurance total on the building.
It also traps firefighters.
I only do commercial vacants. I don't kill people.
It's nice to know there's still standards in the world.
Yeah, not like that freak show in Lincoln Park.
[groans]
The Halloween fire?
I wouldn't touch that for three times the fee.
Did someone offer you a fee for the Lincoln Park fires?
Look, it was just in the wind.
All right, but like I said, I don't burn people.
Our Sean-Fuckin'-McCaffrey has torched more guys than I have.
This offer in the wind,
it say why it wanted the nice house burned?
This guy knew his arson.
It was twisted stuff.
[grunting]
You and Matchstick Charlie have a nice little chat?
Somebody was tryin' to hire out a burn on our townhouse.
That pissant said that to you?
I wasn't the one pushin' him through a window, so yeah, I guess so.
Excuse me. I need to speak to the guy they brought in from the fire?
Not until he's been treated.
Okay.
[man] He won't talk to you.
Oh, yeah? Why not?
- Because I told him not to. - Shit.
There you go. Hi, Sean.
- Who's this? - This is Ronald Bartel,
deadliest arsonist in the city since Mrs. O'Leary's cow.
Moo.
Nursing homes, orphanages, probably a hundred others we'll never know about
since Ronald's specialty's makin' them look like accidents.
The littlest McCaffrey.
You never came to see me.
Your Uncle Brian did.
So, what are you doin' out of your cage, hmm?
I hoarded a lot of sugar.
Ate it all at once.
I'm diabetic.
It's my secret get-out-of-jail-free card.
Sit. We have so much to talk about.
Yeah.
Lincoln Park?
[laughs]
You can't make your fire work, can you?
You know in your bones it has to be arson,
but you can't prove it, and that's eating you alive.
- Go wait in the truck. - What?
Do it.
This is absurd.
She's an arson investigator?
No! She doesn't have the look.
Not like Rimgale did.
Not like you do.
How do you know about my fire?
Oh, there are lots of us around and about who have an interest in such things.
Some are guests of the State, but some are not.
And some of them are surprisingly good at hacking databases.
OFI's, for instance.
They hacked OFI's photos, reports, conjectures, and then they share them.
Yeah.
Want to share with me, Sean? Come on.
[chuckles]
All right, I'll share first.
Lincoln Park.
I read OFI's report,
and they said... [chuckling]
there was a "single ignition source."
That's idiocy.
Didn't they look at your pictures? I did.
So much heat, Sean, driven through the ducting so fast
that it gobbled up enough oxygen to create a backdraft.
Somebody's got a secret in there.
And you know what, Ronald? You're gonna tell me.
[laughs]
No. Sharing's a process,
and we take turns.
That was my turn to share.
Now it's yours.
I want you to share with me a fire at, um...
West Haddon Street. [laughs]
By the time you finally cornered Wicek in there,
he'd burned down how many churches by then?
Eight, right?
You paused when you saw it, didn't you?
Just for an instant. Just to admire it.
Because Wicek had created a... a real work of art.
And he brought out the dragon.
The dragon was talking to you, Sean, and you were listening,
and you understood what the dragon was saying.
Huh, sure...
sure you paused.
You couldn't resist.
[gasped] God, to have been there.
The greatest arson duel in history.
Oh. Oh. Oh.
Oh, my goodness. Oh, my goodness. Oh, my goodness.
Mm. I have one more question.
Isn't it my turn for questions?
Yeah. Okay. All right. I'll ask it after.
To get that much heat moving that fast through the ducting
would've required the laying out of additional accelerant.
But you didn't see any signs of that, did you?
So, the answer had to be,
a second ignition source.
But you looked for it and you couldn't find it, could you?
And you checked for everything.
Absolutely everything.
Did you check for celluloid and mercury?
[laughs]
See? Sharing can be good for you.
W-W-Wait! I said I had a question!
I know how lonely it can be for a person like you.
Did you and Ronald catch up on old times?
Hey, listen. Those circular burns on the ducts?
They were made by a one-time cell igniter powered by a micro-battery.
It was consumed by the fire. I can't believe I missed it.
Okay.
Let's go.
[echoing] Sean.
Sean.
[Sean] Ghosts with fire-like eyes.
Sean!
They're me.
- I'm them. - [echoing] Sean!
Sean.
[dog barking]
Dodged Animal Control one more night, huh?
What are you doin', huh?
[barks]
- Really? - [dog whimpers]
[dog barking]
So, you start in the air-con unit,
slow, findin' your rhythm.
Then you're led through the ducts.
You're hungry. You know it's bait, but you bite.
BZ, second cellulose igniter kept you travelin' through the ducts at speed.
But you never managed a gulp of air.
A house this old, this loose?
You should've gotten around a window,
a chink in the wall, found more oxygen and kept goin'.
Something trapped you.
[voice] Made you lose your mind.
Strangled you, made you lose your mind.
Left you lyin' here silently for hours...
a thousand degrees, all dressed up, nowhere to go.
[voice] Nowhere to go.
[dog whimpering]
What you got? Huh?
What you got? You smellin' something strange?
That's how they trapped you.
They sealed off the air and turned the whole room into a frustration box.
You always do off-duty investigations in the middle of the night?
It's the way I work. What's your excuse?
Oh, you have a dog?
A stray. A stray with skills, apparently.
The stray have a name?
Well, if he had a name, he'd be mine.
You know, I kept checkin' on you.
Nobody likes to talk about it though, right?
Big hero, saving a kid not once but twice
before you even had three years on? [scoffs]
I mean, articles in The Tribune, awards.
Face of the new department.
But if you sniff hard enough, and I did,
it turns out there's this whole other story, right?
This firefighter who starts stealin' things
from the apartments she's been fightin' fires in.
I mean, come on, man. What is that?
That's like bein' a fuckin' child molester on this job.
What was it? Hmm?
All that attention,
all those expectations make you wanna do bad things and hurt yourself?
You know what? You got just enough juice from all those awards,
they give you one last shot and move you away from Suppression and into OFI,
because we don't do charity here, right?
You don't know me.
Oh, but I think I can guess.
Yeah? Maybe you know all about the, uh, pressure of rumors.
Ah.
Plumber's putty.
They sealed off the air exchange points with it.
Burns clean under the heat.
I would've missed it if it weren't for that mutt.
So they wanted the house interior to burn completely.
Yeah.
I got nowhere else to go, okay?
Nowhere.
And what do you want me to do about it?
I can be good at this.
Okay. All right.
What does all this say to you? Hmm?
That it's a hell of a lot of trouble just to go after a couple that wasn't even home.
Yeah, you see I don't think it was ever about the owners.
I think it was about the house itself.
Somebody didn't need it burned, they needed it erased.
Now, why don't you go home and think about that?
I'll see ya tomorrow.
So you got anything on the Hunters or not?
Like I e-mailed your partner here,
some chaotic finances, mainly to do with their tech company, Hunter Systems.
What does, uh, Hunter Systems make?
A subcontractor in some kind of, uh, NATO...
Where the hell is it?
NATO AIM-120 missile upgrade.
There have been quality control issues over DOD quality specs.
Hunters have been shifting money around,
trying to keep the company going until they can sort it out.
They're in trouble, they're not.
The DOD, the DA and the feds can't seem make up their minds.
We've been over this with the police and our project supervisors at DOD.
Nobody's seen or heard from Jan and Rod Hunter since the fire at their townhouse.
Did Rodger Hunter normally spend a lot of time at the office?
Depended on where we were in development.
It's his company.
Were they havin' problems with production?
I can't get into specifics,
but there were redesign requests on the missile's seeker head optics.
That's the part of the AIM-120 we do.
And then there was the fire, of course.
Fire?
On our test bed.
[beeps]
The techs were doing our first integrated run
on a fully functional prototype of the new AIM Rathyeon sent over.
Unfortunately, a fire broke out after-hours,
and the prototype was destroyed.
It's caused a delay and slowed our cash flow.
Were you insured?
Of course. The fire was determined accidental.
Our insurance company though, have been slow in our payments.
- Why? - They're an insurance company.
Who investigated the fire?
We're in a small suburb here with a volunteer fire department.
They don't have an arson office.
Since we're on a fed contract they sent someone over from ATF.
ATF guy have a name?
Ralph Kunz.
I think we're gonna need to have a look at that fire scene.
Banged itself inside
lookin' for a breath of air just like the Hunter's townhouse.
Can I use the word?
Backdraft?
Guess we just did.
Show me where the investigator tagged the origin of the fire?
Over there.
What is it?
A cooling plant.
Rocket was unarmed, of course.
The solid fuel went off in the heat.
There was basically nothing left after.
Why do I think if we scrape this,
we're gonna find traces of BZ and linoleum?
Kinda convenient the building happens to go off
when they have a missile prototype in there.
Why burn their own building?
Well, if the Department of Defense
were havin' quality control issues,
it could slow down an investigation.
Insurance money would help hold 'em over.
Only the insurance company is slowly walkin' a payment.
It's probably because they're as suspicious of Kunz's "accidental" call as we are.
[siren chirping]
- McCaffrey. - Doyle.
Auto fire you might be interested in, in a lot right now off Kensey.
- Just saying. - Copy that. We're on our way.
- That the Hunters? - It's their car.
Gonna take dental or DNA to confirm their ID,
but I'm takin' bets on yes.
Probably lured here to meet someone, or they were dumped.
Passing uniforms came on it already burning.
- If it burns, it's yours. - Yeah.
Easy. It's still a crime scene.
Jesus, Kunz, you're like a bad penny.
You wanna tell me what you're doin' nosin' around a car fire in my city?
Talk to the badge. The gold federal one over there.
McCaffrey.
Agent Johnson.
Is there someplace around here we could get something to eat?
You know Hunter Systems was on the bankruptcy bubble with this missile subcontract.
Rod Hunter was grabbing money anywhere he could to keep the doors open.
Hang on. So you're thinkin' insurance fraud on the fire that burned the missile?
Oh, I'm pretty sure Hunter had somebody light it,
regardless what the ATF comes up with,
but not for the insurance.
The AIM-120 missile was a big deal.
Next-gen seeker heads could take out any peer air force fighter.
Thank you.
A lot of alarm bells went off in the Pentagon after the fire.
DOD inspectors swarmed the place,
did a thorough on the missile parts that survived.
There wasn't much, but enough to spot that what had burned in that test bed
was a mock-up substituted for the real prototype.
Then cue the wife.
Soon as she realizes DOD isn't buyin' the switch,
she walks into my office and cops to the whole thing.
How her husband planned to shop the real one,
with all its spooky next generation technology,
to certain unsavory middlemen
who would then market its specs to any unpleasant foreign entities
willing to pay plenty for them.
Wait, hang on. So, uh, Hunter handed over the missile to these middlemen?
That's the thing.
Turns out the wife moved it someplace else
without telling her husband,
or that she'd come to us for a deal.
She promised us all the evidence,
and the missile's location on a hard drive,
in exchange for immunity.
And then they disappeared.
So, our unsavory middlemen probably paid Rod,
and when he couldn't deliver the prototype 'cause wifey moved it...
Well, I'm imagining they worked them over pretty good before lighting up that car.
- Yeah, right. - Which I'm guessing also means
she probably told them where the missile really was.
But, given their bodies were only dumped today,
they may have been on the run till now,
which means it's possible our bad guys haven't yet been able to move the prototype.
With something that big, you can't just put it in checked luggage.
They're gonna have to move it through a shipping port to a third country.
And we've got devices that can sniff out hydroxyl polybutadiene propellant
deployed at all likely exit points.
Hang on. There's no way they found the hard drive.
That's why they used a backdraft.
Okay, look, backdraft cooks for hours before it blows,
thoroughly incinerates any evidence inside.
They had to be sure.
It's possible they killed her before she said anything about working with us.
If so, we want their guard down enough,
we can catch them when they try to move the prototype.
Five kids died in that fire.
I wanna catch the assholes that did it.
Not declaring it arson, at least not yet, will help me do that.
Oh, and I suppose it not being arson
spares the DOD and its contractors from havin' to publicly explain
that they let slip a top secret missile to our country's enemies has got nothin' to do with it?
Come on. Accidental fire, I imagine,
makes a whole lot of conversations go away, right?
Look, we want the same thing as you.
You know, it's funny. When people say that, they don't.
What the heck?
Ah, somebody's been here.
Coin flip, it was our FBI buddies lookin' for the hard drive.
You know, I don't care what the Hunters were doin'
with their money or their missile,
but when someone chose fire to cover their tracks...
they made a big mistake.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Eric.
Such a sweet child.
So bright.
You could never be mad at him. You were too busy laughing.
When we moved here...
Eric made fast friends with my son.
Hey. Hey.
Did you, uh, know the Hunters?
Eric did. Me and him...
we used to get cookies from her sometimes.
Were you ever at the house?
We buried our dinosaurs there,
but Mrs. Hunter got really, really mad at us.
So, she said that if we wanted to dig,
we had to go play in the park.
The kid was right. Dug it out of the Hunter's yard.
Looks water-damaged.
Get Doyle's I.T. guy on the phone and see what he can pull off this.
And tell him to keep a lid on it for now.
So, do I get detective points for finding the hard drive?
Well, a few more and I might try harder to remember your name.
- [vibrating] - [man on TV] We treat canines
as if they are fellow human beings
with all the thoughts and emotions and behaviors of a family member.
It's our closest and most enduring relationship with another species.
We share our lives, our homes, even our beds with them.
[funk playing]
- [dog whining] - All right.
♪ Something strange Is going on ♪
What do you reckon, hmm?
♪ Something strange Is going on ♪
Don't look at me like that. It's house special.
♪ You might hurt your eyes When you look into the skies ♪
There you go.
No parties after 11:00.
♪ Something strange Is going on ♪
Okay, so, Jan Hunter's hard drive was corrupted by moisture.
I.T. was able to pull some chunks off it,
some coherent, some not so much.
But our job today is to go through these printouts of the hard drive
and see if anything connects to our fire.
- Find the missile, we find our arsonist. - Rening.
♪ Something strange Is going on ♪
Christ! This shit is garbled.
What are these numbers here?
Could be measurements,
but I can't make the dimensions make any sense.
It might be a code?
Looks like it was linked to some Hunter Systems entry she made.
Wait a second. This isn't feet and inches.
Guys! This is minutes and seconds.
This is coordinates, lat and long.
For where?
It's the main shipping office for Slick-X Couriers.
I think I need to see that warrant.
[sighs] I'll get it.
[Sean] Scuff marks.
Well, that's somewhere big enough to hold a missile.
[whispering] What the fuck?
You son of a bitch.
Shit.
Same trigger as the Hunters' house.
[groans]
[grunts]
Freeze!
Don't you fuckin' move!
Now, I know most of the arsonists in this city but I don't know you.
- Who are you workin' for? Who paid you? - Everybody. Nobody.
We don't give a shit, and we don't ask who.
You really don't know shit. Ronald is wrong about you.
Shut the fuck up.
You're breakin' this place to burn evidence.
Don't be stupid. We're cops!
You're just a fireman who walked in the wrong room.
[creaking]
Get back... Back! Go! Move, move!
Get in the closet. Keep your head down! Keep your head down.
[coughing]
We gotta get out of here.
[Sean] He knows if he moves he'll trigger a flashover.
And right now the fire's settling into a stable exchange.
This is about one thing and one thing only, and that's timing.
You understand? The spark in him knows to stay put,
but the man inside is screaming, "Run." Let him move first.
- You're out of your mind. - Look at me!
You gotta trust me, okay?
No matter what it looks like, when I say go, you let him move first.
Wait, wait! Let him move first.
Wait! Wait! Okay, go! Go!
[man screaming]
[coughing]
[Rening] Sean!
[Sean] Waiting for the dragon.
[Rening] Sean!
- Feel it breathe. - Sean!
- I see you. - Sean!
Sean!
Sean! I made it out! I made it out. [coughing]
[sirens wailing]
- [girl] Help me! Please! Help! - Oh, shit.
Please help me! Save me! Please!
[girl screams]
- [shouts] - [girl] Help!
Help me!
Please! Please help me! Please!
- Okay. You're on your own? - My daddy's the manager!
- Okay, it's gonna be all right. I'm gonna get you out of here. - Daddy!
- Okay, hold on tight. - [girl squealing]
Hold on. [grunts]
- I got ya. Hold tight. - [girl screams]
[man] Seventeen, let's go! Let's go!
Go! Go! Go!
[shouting]
[screaming]
Hang on! Hang on! I got you.
- Hold on! Hold on, don't look down! - Sean.
Don't look down. I got you.
[man] Seventeen, let's move it! Let's go!
Come on. Don't give up on me, buddy!
Come on! Come on. Keep going! That's it! Listen.
I've got you. All right.
- Come on. - All right.
[siren wails]
Sean!
Firefighter down! Firefighter down!
Everything is gonna be all right. I got you.
Sean? Can you hear me?
Sean!
[Sean] Fuck.
Look what I found.
Any busted bones?
How the hell should I know? Rening make it out okay?
She's fine. She's up with the rigs.
I'm gonna need some help gettin' out of here.
I'd say so.
Like, now.
You know, actually,
I was thinkin' we'd have a little chat.
Jesus Christ, you're insane. Would you just get me out of here?
Think we got all night, unless you're bleeding internally,
or, uh, this wall comes down on you.
My God, this family's so fucked up.
Okay, Uncle, what's on your mind?
How much longer you gonna keep blamin' me for Stephen's death?
Well, we got all night, right?
You weren't there that night, Sean.
You don't know what happened.
I know as soon as you could, you moved out of Suppression,
because you don't have it in the belly.
Not like your brother, or your father.
Or you?
Hey, fuck you. I would've beat it.
Or you might've wound up dead like everybody else in this goddamn family.
Why don't you just tell me what happened?
Because, Sean, there are things about that day that...
nobody's supposed to know.
Sean, you gotta trust me.
There's nothing I could've done. Nothing, about that day.
Bullshit! Bullshit!
You were there! You could've saved him.
Don't you understand? I need to know what happened.
Brian, I always have.
Sean.
Your father died tryin' to save his best friend.
But his best friend was an arsonist.
Adcox was an arsonist.
Sean...
if there's one thing I've learned is that there's...
more to life than hangin' onto this family bullshit,
this dysfunction over and over and over, this...
Come on.
I just, I hope you can...
you can find a way to move forward from this, man.
Before it's fuckin' too late.
[creaking]
Sounds like that wall's about to come down.
[Brian] It sure is.
Not that we care though, right?
As, you know, McCaffreys? [chuckles]
[chuckling]
[laughs]
Let's get you outta here.
Hey, 17!
I got him, 17!
[echoing] I got him!
[no audible dialogue]
[muffled]
[liquid pouring]
Son of a bitch up there.
No confession.
No evidence. Not even a fuckin' name.
[scoffs] You're amazing.
What?
You just walked through fire,
saved a kid, swan dived, what, three stories?
And walked away.
That's the best this job ever gets.
Trust me, I know.
You know, when I had those two saves...
[sighs]
nothing could touch me, man.
Until it did.
That was later.
But in the moment...
when it belonged to just me,
I howled at the moon at the sheer awesomeness of it.
Yeah.
You? You're sittin' around drinkin', thinkin' about arson.
- What the hell is wrong with you? - What's wrong with me?
I'll tell you what's wrong with me. I suck at bein' a fireman.
- [scoffs] - I suck at the camaraderie and the storytelling and the whole,
"We-happy-few, let's-go-wrestle-old-man-fire" bullshit.
I'll never have my grandfather's sense of duty,
or my father's charisma, or my uncle's weird, fucked-up sense of perspective.
I'll always blow just about everything to do with this job,
except for one part,
and that's beatin' fire.
I mean, I don't cry enough about what I see.
I don't know anybody's name.
I don't give a fuck about 99 percent of the people wastin' oxygen around me,
but nobody... nobody puts away more arsonists than I do.
You know, maybe all that makes me a bad fireman,
or maybe, just maybe,
it makes me the best one here.
You know, I really don't give a shit which one it is.
To two firefighters who suck at bein' firefighters.
[sighs]
[birds tweeting in distance]
Hey, Mom.
I'm okay.
[car horns honking]
[door slamming]
All his visitors, last 12 months.
Okay.
- So who are you? - [knocking]
[Ronald] Do I hear a McCaffrey out there?
Where are you going, Sean?
You going back to West Haddon Street?
Sean?
- Sean! - [door buzzing]
[horn blaring]
[Ronald] Sean!
[echoing] Sean.
Sean!
Sean?
What? Were all the bowling alleys closed?
Department's tryin' to declare the Hunter fire "Undetermined."
- You kidding me? - If the evidence isn't there...
Hey, I wasn't talkin' to you.
Listen, I'm investigator of record here. I'm not gonna sign off on that.
You're not the lead on the case anymore, Sean.
But you can't do that, not without cause.
That spark you dangled out the window,
he filed a battery complaint.
- Fuckin' Christ, this is bullshit! - Yeah?
Plus they got witnesses that overheard Rening yellin' at you about it.
- That wasn't... Look, I didn't mean... - The guy's a fuckin' arsonist.
He lit the building that burned him. But whatever, okay?
Let him file. I'll beat it with my eyes closed.
- Just don't take me off my burn. - Already done.
- Kunz. - I swear to fuckin' God.
Soto wants more liaison between OFI and ATF anyway,
so he's gonna let them run with it for now.
- With this asshole? - Two guys walk in, one walks out.
I'm not happy about it either, okay? At all.
But, for now, it's done.
You're on admin leave until they make a determination on the battery...
Damn it!
Fucking everybody!
Everybody from Chief Soto to the FBI
to the whole goddamn world wants this to be anything but arson.
Everybody but the mothers of those children.
[sighs] Come on, Brian. Don't do this. I am so close.
Maybe if you bit your tongue every once in a while,
your career dissipation light wouldn't be flashin' right now.
The trouble with bitin' my tongue is
I always seem to end up with a mouthful of blood.
Take some time, Sean.
- Cool off. - Whatever.
Fucker!
[line ringing]
[woman on phone] Hey. Is everything okay?
[Sean on phone] Hey.
Can we just stay in tonight? I need to see you.
- [dog panting] - Can they really do that?
- Guess they just did. - [dog whimpering]
Did you ever crack what those numbers were?
Nope. Just a part of it,
a bunch of locations across the city,
but we don't even know how they connect.
Did anyone suggest cell tower loggings?
What do you mean?
Just something I saw on oil projects in Saudi.
Rather than guard every project,
they would put trackers on the machinery.
Hang on, what?
They had built-in accelerometers that activated when it was moved.
When it got in range of a cell tower, it would start phoning home.
This looks at lot like the same thing.
Did the Hunters put a cell-based tracker on the crate you're looking for?
Uh, I don't know. The wife might've done.
Hey. Listen, can you, uh, check with a cell phone company,
see if any of those numbers you sent me match towers.
Yeah, all right, call me back.
Are they gonna run it down?
Hopefully. I'm not allowed near it for now.
But Christ, Jenny, that's amazing.
- [kisses] - [dog yelps]
Have you named him yet?
Well, if he had a name, he'd be mine.
- [beeping] - [object clicks]
[dog whimpering]
[whining]
What is it?
[whimpers]
Hey. Hey, wake up.
- [groans] - Wake up.
Oh, shit.
[groans]
Hey, Jenny. Jenny, wake up.
Mm. What?
- Hey, wake up. - What's going on? What's that smell?
- Hey! Don't move. - What?
Listen to me. Listen to me.
That's gas. It's comin' up through the floorboards.
Look at me. I'm not fuckin' around, okay?
There's a contact switch under the bed that's just set.
- If we get up, it's gonna blow... - Blow?
- [clicks] - Easy. Listen to me.
Now, I can keep my weight on it, okay?
And you can ease out, but take it slow.
Okay?
You can do it. Slow. Go on.
Go on.
Easy, easy, easy, easy, easy!
Let me get over.
There you go.
Easy.
Okay, stop, stop, stop.
All right. All right, come on.
- Okay, now get outta here and call the fire station. - What, just leave you here?
- Jenny, listen to me. - I-I can't.
Listen to me!
The sooner you make that call, the better chance I have, okay?
Go! Come on!
Goddamn it. Fuck.
You could've warned me earlier.
Don't look at me like that.
Odds would've been better at the pound, pal. Just sayin'.
[sirens wailing]
- He's in the bedroom. - Stay out here.
Oh shit, Sean.
Engine 36 is on the way.
- What, Hector? - Second shift. Masey.
- Okay. - Oh, shit.
They got you all rigged up down here.
[sniffs] Is that gas?
Yeah, they probably tricked it from the stove line
into a shaped pocket to blow upwards when it's released.
- What do I do? - I try not to think about what you're gonna do.
Hey! No, wait. Where are you goin'?
- I'm gonna try and cut it off at the main. - No. Don't.
They probably booby-trapped it in case I smelled the gas before the plate timer set.
Listen, if Masey knows what he's doing,
he can use his shoring blocks to slowly replace my weight
and get me off it before the plate timer...
- [clicking] - Oh, shit!
- What'd you do? - I don't know.
Maybe-Maybe there's a secondary timer. I'm not sure.
I'm gonna shut it off down here.
Brian, get out!
Brian, just get out of the building!
Just do me a favor. Shut up and don't move.
No, Brian, don't be stupid. Get out!
I'm gonna draw the gas down here away from you.
No! Brian, get out the building!
I'm not letting another McCaffrey die.
Listen to me. You'll watch two if you don't get out now!
Sorry. Not again.
Brian! Get out!
[echoing] Brian!
[beeps]
[no audible dialogue]
[choir vocalizing]
[man] Present arms!
[bagpipes blowing]
[bagpipes continue]
[sobbing]
You were right.
The numbers correspond to cell towers.
We monitored the frequency.
The last few hits have been near Calumet.
It must be far from the tower because the search circle is way too large.
Takes in half the storage areas south of the city.
Nobody's got the manpower to search that many storage yards.
And with the ATF on the fire and Kunz's "undetermined" call, we got no writ.
It's up to the feds now.
Look, to hell with downtown and the feds.
Orders or not...
whatever you want, whatever you need...
We're here to help you finish this, Sean.
There's something I gotta do first.
[door buzzes, clicks]
Thanks.
Wow. [laughing]
A cat fall on your head?
- Did you bring the sugar? - No, I didn't bring you sugar.
I just came here for one thing.
You're so mean.
I'm sorry about your Uncle Brian.
- I read what they wrote about him in OFI. - Yeah.
He seemed like he was very nice.
I just met him once.
So, what's your one thing?
The two arson pros that came to see you,
who were they workin' for?
Which foreign intelligence agency
were they gonna sell that package to?
Russians? Chinese?
Really?
Wow.
They didn't say anything about that to me.
Okay, well, what did they want?
What did...
They just wanted what all would-be dragon tamers want.
They wanted an opportunity to sit with the man they know
knows how to converse with the dragon.
Hang on. Did you help them with the Lincoln Park fire?
Sean, no! No!
I-I have a reputation.
I just talked to them about the dragon.
Okay, so how were they gonna ship their package out of the country?
Package?
Why-Why would they talk to me about that?
Because the language of these people is fire, right?
Oh. They don't speak the language of fire.
Not like we do.
Yeah, you and I don't speak the same language.
Oh, come on, Sean. Of course we do.
You love to speak with the dragon. So do I.
And the dragon loves to speak with us, and you know it.
And poor Rimgale. That's all he ever wanted.
But the dragon wouldn't dance for him.
It's true.
Just you and me, Sean.
When your Uncle Brian and Rimgale came to see me in here...
they came to interview the... the devil.
You knew that if you were ever going to come in here to see me,
you knew it was your alter ego that you'd be seeing.
You would be seeing... another you.
Hi, another me.
All right, look, just level with me.
How are they gettin' the package out of Chicago?
I don't know anything about a package. Nothing. Okay?
But I will share a story with you,
if you will share a story with me.
Goddamn it. Listen to me, you son of a bitch.
This isn't a conversation, okay?
[chuckling]
[blowing]
All right. What story?
Two guys walk into a building, one walks out.
You know what? Fuck you.
I told you at the hospital
that I still had one more question to ask.
The answer that you give
could be very cleansing for you, Sean.
He'd already lit his burn in the church on West Haddon Street.
Yeah. I imagine it must have been very beautiful.
It was over-thought.
Lot of show, but you could tell by its yammering
that it was unstable enough to knock out with the right counter fire.
So, I grabbed a gardener's can of mixed fuel...
and I splashed a response.
Just a little.
But enough that both fires turned on each other,
away from the building, and ate each other's tails.
Poof. Done.
And yet Wicek was still consumed.
Yeah. He was.
So here's my question.
What did you feel...
when Wicek caught fire?
Did you want him to burn?
Did you want to burn them all?
You have no idea.
Oh. Oh, believe me.
I do.
I do. I do, Sean.
Those two men with the pretend names,
they wanted my opinion of their notion...
as to how they could best trigger an "accidental" fire
at an exterior location.
Okay. What location?
Given the Kelvin required for ignition was minimal,
given the constraint of mixed fuel,
given the narrow diameter piping,
given all of that...
I would suggest that you go looking for a location...
with lots and lots of...
- propane. - Propane.
[laughs]
You're gone so soon?
Our minds are very similar,
except, of course, you're insane.
♪ There's a flame Burning in my heart ♪
♪ And it's gonna grow ♪
♪ A flickering love light Turnin' on a glow ♪
- [phone buzzing] - McCaffrey.
[Rening] Our tracker started phonin' home again for a few hours and then stopped.
It must have moved.
Good news, it's also closer to a tower.
I e-mailed you a search radius. It's a lot smaller this time.
All right, can you check the HAZMAT database for any propane sources in the area?
What are you up to, Sean?
Look, I'm not gonna have anybody else get hurt. Okay?
Sean? Sean, are you there?
Short-term container holding only. Seventy-two hours max.
Shipping companies use it to stage upcoming deliveries for the port.
All right, thanks, man.
♪ The temperature's risin' ♪
♪ I've started realizin' ♪
♪ The way you fill My lovin' cup ♪
♪ It's just burnin' me up ♪
- [train whistle blows] - [truck beeping in distance]
[ship horn blows]
It's missin' a screw.
Shit.
[bell jingles]
Took some doing.
Yeah, I bet.
Sniffs missile propellant?
That's what the man said.
Oh, you'll, uh, you'll need to find a battery for it,
and I was never here.
Thank you.
Just keep those dead kids off my desk, huh?
[beeping]
[beeps]
[rapid beeping]
Shipping to Nigeria?
[rapid beeping]
There you are.
[clanking]
A lot of people lookin' for you.
[alarm wails]
Come on. Come on. Come on.
[Rening] What the hell are you doing, Sean?
Surprise, surprise. No diversion blast today.
[helicopter whirring]
What the hell's going on?
Should have gone off by now.
It should have blown already.
They're not just gonna let us drive through with the goddamn load.
Hey! Show me your hands! Show me your fuckin' hands!
Now, get out the fuckin' truck. Go! Move!
Come on!
Show me your fuckin' hands. Walk towards me slowly.
Slowly. Keep comin'. Walk towards me. Walk towards me!
You too, show me your fuckin' hands.
Down, down, down. Down.
Keep those hands where I can see them.
Tank's not gonna blow today, asshole. You're both under arrest...
Stop!
God.
- Maggie, no! - [gunshot]
[Sean] Oh, fuck!
[groans]
Hey, asshole.
Do you really think you can stop us?
Fuck you, man!
You wanna kill me? Go ahead.
Maybe the missile's in the container,
maybe it's halfway to fuckin' China by now.
You'll never know.
You're full of shit.
Yeah? [laughs]
Well, it wouldn't be the first time.
[panting]
[sirens wailing in distance]
- Get up. - [coughing]
- Get up! - Oh! Fuck.
Maggie, I'm sorry. I'm sorry!
All this work, five dead kids, huh?
Shut up!
My buyers see their kids die all the time.
So what's a few American brats to them, huh?
Ronald's an interesting guy, huh?
Full of useful ways of settin' fires.
Should've spoken to him sooner.
[screaming]
Ah! Ah! Fuck!
[groans] Rening! Rening!
- Sean. - Oh, my God. Maggie, get up.
Get up. Come on! You can make it.
You remembered it.
What?
My first name.
Isn't it beautiful?
[sirens wailing]
[birds tweeting]
[footsteps]
You came back.
Mostly.
What are you doing?
Thinkin'.
About what?
Oh, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing after all.
Be the first McCaffrey to leave this job alive.
- You're gonna need a new place to live. - Yep.
Still got that extra room.
Above your father's restaurant?
We don't talk anymore, remember?
- Yeah. - [dog barking]
But, um, there'll have to be, you know, less burning things.
Yeah.
He got a name yet?
Well, if he had a name he'd be mine. Right?
[man vocalizing]
♪ I'm focused ♪
[dispatcher] Engine 17, Truck 46, respond.
3700 West Madison Avenue, two-story commercial structure,
fully-involved fire, reports of flames through the roof.
♪ Locked and loaded ♪
♪ I got the feeling That you know it ♪
♪ Yeah I've only just begun ♪
♪ I won't stop until it's done Till you're broken ♪
[man exhaling]
♪ So welcome to the fire ♪
♪ I'm the one with the lighter ♪
♪ Feel it burning Through your veins ♪
♪ As we're walking through The flames getting higher ♪
♪ So welcome to the fire ♪
♪ Welcome to the fire ♪
♪ Feel it burning Through your veins ♪
♪ As we're walking through The flames getting higher ♪
♪ So welcome to the fire ♪
♪ I've been waiting For this moment ♪
♪ The final battle Of the chosen ♪
♪ See I'm never gonna quit ♪
♪ Got my legacy set in motion ♪
♪ So welcome to the fire ♪
♪ I'm the one with the lighter ♪
♪ Feel it burning Through your veins ♪
♪ As we're walking through The flames getting higher ♪
♪ So welcome to the fire ♪
♪ Welcome to the fire ♪
♪ Feel it burning Through your veins ♪
♪ As we're walking through The flames getting higher ♪
♪ The bigger they are The harder they fall ♪
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