- Somebody,
cut the damn power.
[loud clang]
Let's move out.
- All right, Ritter.
Let's go!
- Yeah.
[dramatic music]
♪
- Kidd, Mouch, go right.
- Copy.
- Gallo, with me.
- Copy that.
♪
- Strike.
Mask up.
- Fire Department!
Call out!
- Cruz!
Trifluoroethane.
This lights up,
we got a big problem.
- Then we got
a really big problem.
- Fire Department!
Call out!
Fire Department!
Call out!
- Help!
Here. Over here.
- Come on.
- [coughs]
- Is there anyone else
in the store?
- I don't know.
It happened so fast.
- I'm taking her out.
- Yeah, go.
I'll keep looking.
- Come on.
- Fire Department!
Call out!
- Fire Department!
Call out!
How far back
does this place go?
- Hard to tell
through all this smoke.
- Watch out.
Gallo, you okay?
- Yeah.
- Go around.
- Copy that.
- Fire Department!
Call out!
- [coughing]
- I got another victim.
Adult female.
I'm bringing her out now.
Hey, come on.
I got you.
- Wait, my brother.
- Is he in here with you?
- He said
he'd come back for me.
- Okay, hey--
- He told me to wait here.
- Hey, look at me.
You can't wait here
any longer, okay?
Come on.
Come on.
[sirens wailing]
- Battalion 25 to all units.
Progress report.
- [grunts]
We're starting to roast
in here, Chief.
I don't know how much longer
we can hold it back.
20's getting pinned in.
- Hey, Chief,
we got a supply room
full of chemicals
that's about to light up.
We're going as fast as we can,
but the fire's closing in.
- How long do we have?
- Hard to say.
A couple of minutes at most.
- Then you have one.
- Copy that.
- [coughing]
- We got her.
- Kidd.
We're pulling out.
Stand down.
- There's another guy
that's still in there, Chief.
No one's seen him come out.
- No.
- Chief,
I can't locate Gallo.
♪
Wait,
I think I got eyes on him.
Gallo.
- Found him by the washers.
♪
- Time's up, Chief.
Get everybody out now.
Squad, move out!
- Emergency.
Everyone, evacuate immediately.
Get out now.
- All right.
51 copies.
All right, Ritter,
you heard him.
Let's get out of here.
- Delaney, let's go!
- Right behind you.
- In there.
- [grunts]
- This way.
Let's go.
Move, move, move.
- Mayday, mayday!
We're boxed in.
Can't find a path out.
