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Do you wanna go to Vegas with me?
I'm not sure how great of an idea that is.
We'd have to put the wedding on hold
until you've completed your first year as candidate.
We acknowledged that, that this kind of arrangement
could put a lot of pressure on us.
I got a job coming up after shift.
I could use a second set of eyes.
What kind of job?
- Hey, 'sup, Newhouse? - 'Sup?
Yo. Yo, man, what happened?
Ah... come on, man, it's nothing.
You know, a misunderstanding.
And I thought you said
you were going to get this window fixed.
It broke again.
What can you do?
Look, I have two crates of chocolates in here
that can't walk themselves inside, so help me out, man.
Hey.
You would tell me if you were jammed up, right?
Hell, yeah.
We're boys.
- Okay, I need a volunteer. - Nope.
No way.
You guys, Molly's II is almost up and running.
Do we have a menu? No.
Do we have a cook? No. At least I'm doing something.
Listen to your colleague here.
No.
I was very specific about the time table afforded.
Eight weeks, okay,
and you've burned through half of it already.
Yeah, yeah, we'll be ready. We'll be ready.
We just... We just need a signature dish.
I'll try it.
Sylvie!
No!
No.
Tangy.
Dominican sausage and peppers.
Dude, if you keep calling your food "Dominican,"
I'm going to have to kick your ass
on behalf of an entire country.
All right, fine. Who's gonna be the cook?
Hey, listen, I got a cousin, you know.
A really nice Russian girl.
No more cousins from you.
Hey, it's a totally different cousin.
No more with the cousins.
Oh, Newhouse.
What's the thing with the face?
It's starting to be regular with you.
You got a secret fight club or something we don't know about?
Yeah, man, you want to join?
What, and endanger this work of art?
I'll pass.
Finally, something edible.
3.00 bucks.
Naomi's academic decathlon team
has made it to the finals in D.C.,
and I need to raise $1,500 for her travel expenses.
Hey, your kid is in the academic decathlon finals.
You must be doing something right.
Yeah.
- He's alive! - Hey, hey! Look at you!
Hey!
- How was Vegas? - It was great.
It was really great. Uh, is Boden around?
In his office.
Okay.
I can't get the image out of my head of you.
Well, I didn't even finish with the details...
Chief... Mouch, great, you're here too.
Do you got a minute?
Vegas!
Yeah, man! Yeah.
So, you look good.
Looks like the trip was good for you.
Yeah. Yeah, Vegas was great.
You know, played a little craps, hit the pool, got some sun,
and, uh, oh, yeah.
I got married.
- Congratulations. - Yeah, yeah, sure, of course!
- Congratulations. - No, thank you, guys.
And, Mouch, I wanted to ask you about helping me
sort out my insurance, pension, getting her name on it...
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...
You're serious?
Yeah. I got married.
Uh, okay.
Well, then there's a considerable amount of paperwork
to be gathered, in that case.
It'll take me some time.
Cool. Thanks.
Yeah.
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Her name's Brittany Baker.
She's a graphic artist from Tallahassee.
I met her at the craps table.
We hit it off. 24 hours later, boom.
Silver bells wedding chapel.
She's coming by later in the shift.
You're gonna love her. You're gonna love her.
All right, yeah, okay, ha, ha, ha, ha.
All right, you got us all set up.
Where's the punch line?
I got married.
In Vegas.
Her name's Brittany.
Okay, great. Mazel Tov!
Thank you!
Here you go.
Congrats, man.
So you had to bail on the Vegas trip.
See, this is what happens when he's left to his own devices.
I told you.
My mom had a yard sale, and I had to help.
Whew. Hey.
Just think, you almost went to Vegas with him.
That could've been you.
Mm. Yeah.
Hey, you all right?
Yeah.
So, this wedding thing.
- Legit? - Legit.
Look, I'm telling you, once you meet her, you'll get it, okay?
You're really gonna like her.
You don't need to convince me.
If you're good, I'm good.
And she's out looking for places right now.
We're gonna end up staying at a hotel until we find something...
Wait, wait, what are you talking about?
You have a place to live.
Nah, dude, I... We can't...
Our home is your home,
and that makes it her home.
You sure you don't want to check with Dawson first?
Dawson's gonna say the same thing I am.
Thank you.
Sure.
So, uh, you got a photo?
I just got this one of her at the pool.
Huh?
Congratulations.
Truck 81, squad 3, ambulance 61.
Single vehicle accident. Passenger trapped.
Well, that ain't good.
Guys, get the extinguishers.
Trench is too narrow for side access.
Dawson, get down there and see if we can get him out in front.
Hey, my name's Gabriela.
We're gonna get you out, all right?
What's your name?
Allison.
Allison, you feel any pain?
My... My head.
Yeah, I can see you got a... you got a cut there.
Do you think that you lost consciousness?
Allison, look at me.
Do not try to take off your seat belt.
We're gonna extricate you safely.
People... People lose air in situations like this.
I can't stay in here!
I can't!
Allison, I know that it's scary,
but we know what we're doing.
I just need you to give me a couple slow, deep breaths.
- In and out, in and out. -
- Yo! - Dawson!
- - Dawson, get back!
- Can we get in there? - Nah, it's too tight.
We got one female trapped.
Go in from the bottom?
We don't have any other options.
Okay, we're gonna crack the frame.
What does cracking the frame mean?
It's a technique we use to take off the bottom of the car.
Hey, Tony, grab the hurst.
Newhouse, Capp, grab sawzalls.
We need to disassemble the exhaust.
Dawson!
Just...
Herrmann, Dawson, Cruz, and Otis,
hook two come-alongs from the front of the frame to the back.
Mouch, build a high point in the middle with cribbing.
Hi. Allison, right?
I'm Sylvie.
Set.
Hey, hey, I know it's loud. That sound is normal, I swear.
No, I smell gas!
Casey, Severide!
Yeah, we know! Keep going, keep going.
All right, hold, hold.
Good.
Hey, nice work, brother.
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