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- What's up with him? - He's been like this for a week.

I'm going to ask Chloe to marry me.

Congratulations!

I'm having second thoughts. About us.

This makes no sense.

I'm really sorry, Joe.

Chloe.

Next week, future fire service leaders

are hosting an event, and I would be very grateful

if you represented our district.

I don't have any leadership experiences to share.

You know who I've never doubted, not once?

You.

You got everything you need for the trip?

I got every Flamin' Hot snack they had at the grocery store

plus a gallon of milk.

- Good thinking. - Mm-hmm.

I'm surprised how not nervous I am, you know?

I'm feeling very chill.

- That's great. - Yeah.

Figure these leadership conferences happen every year,

and you know, plenty of firefighters

survive them, so...

Wait!

I forgot to pack a phone charger.

If you want me... I can run back up.

Aspirin. God, what's wrong with me?

- I'm... I'm sure they have... - And earplugs.

Oh, I can't sleep in bunks without earplugs.

- Stella. - I... oh!

Hey, my charger's right here.

Ah, and I did pack earplugs.

I knew it. Okay.

And you know what?

They probably have aspirin at the conference.

So don't worry about that.

Okay. I won't.

Yeah.

Okay.

All right, I'll call you tonight.

You got this, Stella Kidd.

So did Cruz pop the question?

He hasn't said anything to me yet,

but I'm not just gonna outright ask him because...

Cruz, did you propose to Chloe?

Uh, nah. Haven't had the chance yet.

Mouch!

Engagements and proposals,

they're complicated and personal.

Not this one.

I mean, Chloe's head over heels.

You've seen the way she looks at him.

Mouch.

While Kidd's out, I want you driving Truck.

You got it, Captain.

That's awesome, man. Congrats.

Yeah, I've done it once or twice.

Oh, yeah?

Well, the routes have changed some

since the horse and buggy days.

Says the guy they used to call Curby

for taking corners too short.

Hey, it was an unearned nickname.

We believe you, Curby.

Hey everyone, before we get started,

I think all of us here at 51

could stand to be better informed

about things happening in and around the station.

So I took it upon myself to create a newsletter

to keep everyone in the know.

- "The Burn Notice"? - Yeah.

- Yeah, I thought... - I think I know what's going on here.

Wasn't it your birthday last shift?

Oh, Mouch, did we all forget?

No, no. That's not why...

Then why does it say Mouch's belated birthday celebration

on the daily events?

- I did this for team unity. - And cake.

Well, who doesn't love cake?

That's what unity is.

Okay, listen up.

Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61,

car accident.

Hey, my girlfriend, she needs help.

She had her feet on the dash.

It looks like the airbag sent her knees into her face.

Broken nose, blunt force trauma to both eyes,

open compound fracture to the femur.

Could be a bilateral break.

Could also have a cervical or hip fracture.

Forget the traction splint.

I'll get the K.E.D. from the rig.

If she's bleeding internally,

we've got five minutes until she crashes.

Chicago Fire S08E05 "Buckle Up!"

Just be careful here. The car is shifting.

Cruz, Tony, get some cribbing.

- Keep it stable. - I'll grab the Jaws.

Is she gonna be okay? Just step back.

Just hold on. We'll get you out.

We need to get these cars apart.

I can throw a chain on the truck.

We need to anchor the other car somehow.

How about him?

- That could work. - Hey, you!

We need your help!

Back your tow truck up to the convertible here,

hitch it, and hold steady while I pull 'em apart.

- Hey man, I'm just... - Now, man!

Good.

Hey, miss, you okay?

I just got my license. My mom's gonna murder me.

Gallo.

Yeah.

Walk her over to the paramedic.

Yeah.

- Hey, uh, how are you feeling... - Nicole.

Nicole. How are you feeling, Nicole?

It wasn't my fault, I swear.

The guy in front of me,

he slammed on the brakes for no reason,

so I stepped on mine and wham.

- Okay, uh, where's the guy? - Took off.

- I'm not making this up. - No, I know you're not.

All right, so, uh, let's let these guys check you out

and make sure you're all right, okay?

- Yeah, okay. - Thanks, man.

Keep coming, little more.

Good.

That's good.

Here we go!

- Okay, that's good. -

Get me out of here.

Hang on, we're almost there.

Right behind you.

- All right, easy. - I got her.

- - Nice and easy.

Calm down. We got you.

One, two, three.

- We got you. - She's good.

Nice work, Mouch.

I get some sort of bonus or something, man?

What?

Ah, forget it.

You people want free work, free work.

Okay. All right, thank you.

Hi, Stella Kidd. Firehouse 51, Chicago.

Justina Ortiz. House 83, Pittsburgh.

Ah, it looks like they're doing a killer job

closing the gender gap, huh?

What?

Oh, we're the only two women here.

Right.

I actually didn't know another female officer

would be attending.

Oh, I'm not an officer, actually.

Well, not yet but...

Huh, I thought this was officers only.

Donahue, congrats!

I heard you finally made lieutenant.

Hey, you guys.

Oh, Luke, you're like a foot taller

than the last time I saw you.

What are you guys feeding him?

I keep telling Cindy to put a book on his head,

but he keeps growing.

- I like your shirt. - Thanks.

He wants to be a firefighter, just like his papa.

Yeah, I tried talking him out of it,

but he's stubborn like me.

Well, that logo looks really good on you.

Um, have you seen Mouch?

Uh, in his spot, I assume.

Okay, well, it's good to see you guys.

And then Mouch ran over and was like,

"We're commandeering your tow truck!"

Uh, I never used the word commandeering.

Either way, it was pretty badass.

Everyone tells you to watch the officers at 51,

but I've learned the most from watching this guy.

Ah.

Mouch, I've been thinking about your newsletter.

Yeah?

It's a great idea, don't get me wrong,

but the execution.

I just... I just feel like it's a little lacking, no offense.