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- I do.
- I do.

- You may now kiss the bride.

[cheers and applause]

- He's gonna lose his arm
if we don't do a fasciotomy.

- I'm not trained for that.
- I am.

- Who was the trauma surgeon

that performed the fasciotomy
out in the field?

You missed your calling.
That was nice work.

- I can't give that child
what she deserves.

- Scott, she deserves
a father who loves her.

She needs you.

- Are you here
for "Girls on Fire?"

What's your name?
- Kylie.

- I know how awesome
this program can be.

- I brought a few friends.

- Let's have some fun.

This is Bert.

He went down
from smoke inhalation,

and the flames
are moving in fast.

Now, you don't get a choice
in who you get to rescue.

And Bert weighs 160 pounds.

So, what we're gonna do--

get behind him.

Wrap your webbing like this.

Use your legs.
Lift and pull.

- Each call poses
a different challenge.

And whether it's a skinned knee
or a gunshot wound,

we have two responsibilities:

keep the blood in,
keep the infection out.

So, what we do is

take our best friend,
a roll of gauze.

And we're gonna wrap
her arm here...

- You take the heel
of your hand

and you place it
in the center of the chest.

Interlock your fingers
like that.

And...
- Good, Kylie.

- Yes.
Use your legs.

[phone dinging]
Oh.

All right.
Everybody gather up.

Gather up.

Go.
Wow!

Well, that hour
went by very fast.

[all chuckling]

But great work everybody.

God, I--I'm very proud of you.

Some real--real badasses
in this group.

- Absolutely.
- Truly.

You know, you get told
a lot in high school

what you can't do.

And get it from all sides.

You get it from
your teachers, your classmates.

But not here.

In this program,
you are gonna get told

over and over
what you can do.

Because--
[scoffs]

I just saw what you can do.

So don't let anyone--
and I mean anyone--

ever stand between you

and the goals that you set
for yourself.

All right?
You hear me?

All right.

Okay.

- Whoo!
- Great class, everybody.

- [chuckles]
There he is.

- How was the peninsula?

- Oh.
Perfect.

- I saw your furlough request
for June.

- Yeah, I was hoping
that maybe--

- Approved.

- Thank you, man.

I'm gonna take Chloe--wait.

I mean, I am going
to take my wife

to the Dominican
on a real honeymoon.

- She's gonna love that.

- Ah.
What's this?

- Ding-a-ling-ding.
It's 51's original bell.

I'm gonna get it
shining again.

- No.
Not here.

- Squad table's
everyone's table.

Or, I mean everyone
on the squad's table.

What?

- Do not bring that mess
into the common room.

[alarm blaring]

Truck 81, Squad 3,
Engine 51, Ambulance 61.

- I'll clean it
when I get back.

- Industrial accident.
350 West Fulton Street.

[sirens wailing]

[all coughing, wheezing]

- Hey, man.
There's some kind of gas.

- Engine,
drop a line for decon.

- One of our guys, KaDaryl.

He's still in there.

- Let's get you
to the paramedic.

- Looks like chlorine gas,
Chief.

- Smells like it too.

- Channel 25 to main.

We need a level one hazmat

and additional
ambulance response.

Chlorine gas, multiple victims.

Squad 3, suit up.

Find the source of the leak

and anyone else
who's still in there.

- All right, Capp, Cruz, Tony,
we got chlorine gas!

Let's go suit up.

We're gonna need
putty and plugs!

- Okay, establish a perimeter
50 yards back.

Let's pray that
the wind don't pick up.

- Got it, Chief.

Everyone, we need
to move back 50 yards.

Tony, Kidd, move the rigs.

- Gallo.
- Copy.

- Let's cordon off the block
and evacuate the neighbors.

- Copy that.

[dramatic music]

♪

- All right.
He's all yours!

- My eye!
- Come on.

- Don't rub.
It only makes it worse.

Here.
This should help.

- Fire department.

- Keep them open.
There you go.

[electronics beeping]

- Okay.

- Cruz, you and Tony
clear the lot.

Capp and I will
source the leak.

- Copy.

Got it!

[sirens wailing]

- Chlorine gas.
- Yep.

- Right there!
Hey!

Hey, buddy!
Can you walk?

- [coughing]

- We got the missing worker.

We're coming out with him now.
- Copy that.

- Hey, Chief,
we found the leak!

Looks like the tank was pinched
while it was being scrapped.

Hey, Capp.
We can probably plug this.

- Copy.

- There's something
dripping into the tank,

causing a chemical reaction.

It's building pressure fast.

[steam hissing]

Capp!
The tank is gonna bl--

[heavy blast]

- Severide, report.

.

- Severide, report!

- Capp!
Capp!

Capp!

You all right?
- I'm fine.

- Here.

Come on.
Let's get you out of here.

- Brett!

- He's having
trouble breathing.

- All right,
let's get an IV going.

I'll get the CPAP on him
with nebulized albuterol.

- Hey.

He took in some gas.

- [gasping]

I'm fine.
I just need a minute.

- You don't look fine.

- [coughing]

- Ooh.

♪

- Hey.

So you have no clue how
a tank full of chlorine

ended up in your yard?

- God, I was in the trailer.

Look, people drop off
stuff here all the time.

Cars, oil drums,
washing machines, Winnebagos.

- And you don't check
what's inside?

- Sure we do.
Of course.

But sometimes things slip
through the cracks.

It's almost always
harmless junk.

- Almost always.

- Hey, hazmat's here.

- Hey!
Come on, let's go.

- [coughing]

- How many regulations do you
think that place is violating?

- Tank full of chlorine
should have

never made it
into that yard.

- Shady companies pay cash

so that these things
are taken off their hands.

- Giving us a face full of it.

- Gonna go back there
after shift.

Gonna talk to that manager.

- Casey, go with him.

Make sure he doesn't do
anything more than talk.

- Any word on Capp?

- No, we were out of the ED
before 99 arrived.

- Okay, I'll call Med.
Get an update.

- Thanks.

- [sighs]
- Hey.

Just the person
I was looking for.

Do you have a second?
- Yeah.

Of course.
What's on your mind?

Okay.

- Um...
[clears throat]

I need your advice.

And I need you
to give it to me straight.

- Do I ever hold back?

- No, you don't.

Which is why
I wanted to tell you.

Um...

I have a meeting on the books

with the admissions committee
at Northwestern.

- Wait.
Start over.

- I wanna go back
to med school.

- Wow!
Whoa.

- It's just a meeting.

But yeah.

It's something I've been...

I've had on my mind
for a while.

- That's great.

- But the thing is,

that was before
everything happened

with Brett's
birth mom dying,

and then, you know,
Cruz moving out, and--

what kind of friend
would I be

if I were to abandon her
in the middle of all of that?

Right?

- [sighs]

Look, I can't tell you
what to do here.

But what I can tell you

is that you shouldn't
be talking to me.

You should be talking to Brett.

- So just dump this in her lap

on top of everything
she's gone through?

No.
No thank you.

- She's your partner.
Your roomie.

And one of your best friends.

Talk to her.

All right?

You told me to give it
to you straight.

I'm giving it to you straight.

All right?
- All right.

- What's up with you
and Violet?

- [sighs]

All right, I told her
that we should

keep it casual,
see other people,

and she took it the wrong way.

- Well--there's a right way?
- Yeah.

Dude, we just
started going out.

You know, there's a--
what do you call it, a--

a grace period.

- I don't think that's a thing.

- What do you mean?
- Excuse me.

I'm looking for Sylvie Brett?

- Hey.
Scott.

- How are you, Sylvie?
- [gasps]

Most importantly,
how is this little girl?

- Amelia.
- Aww.

- It was Julie's middle name.

I didn't know
if I should pick it, but...

I looked at her, and it
just kind of felt right.

- Oh, that's beautiful.

- Well, I just want
to thank you so much.

It's an understatement
to say you changed my life.

Now that I've gotten
more than four hours of sleep,

I can see that.
Clearly.

Now for the tough news.

We are moving back to Rockford.

- Oh.

- We hadn't sold
our house there yet,

and my office
is letting me transfer back.

Truth is,

on just one income, I wouldn't
be able to afford Chicago.

- No, I--I get it.

I completely understand.

- But look.

You are her sister.

Forever and always.

And I want you
in Amelia's life.

- Of course.

I'm--I'm only a few hours away.

I'll--I'll visit
whenever I can.

- Good.

- So, Chief,
I went through the logs,

and there's been three calls
to that same scrapyard

within the last six months.

- That place is a liability.

- Well, this incident's
put them on OSHA's radar.

They're investigating now.

- Good.
Any idea when Capp's back?

- No.

I called Med.
He's not in their system.

- What do you mean?
He hasn't been admitted yet?

- I have no idea.

I'm waiting for a callback
from someone

who knows what the hell
is going on.

- Well, do you mind if I go
over there and see for myself?

- Go.
Do it.

- Truck will roll out with you.
- All right.

- Fellas.
You here for Capp?

- Yeah.

Sent him to get
his eyes checked out.

Haven't heard from his since.
- He left.

Refused treatment.
- What?

- His eyes are showing
serious signs of trauma.

I recommended he stay the night
under observation.

As soon as I turned my back,
he was gone.

- You kidding me?

- I'm gonna have to submit
a report to CFD.

- Okay.
Let's hold off on that.

- You know I can't.
He came in on medical.

- Hey.
This isn't like Capp.

Can you just give us a day

to figure out
what's going on here?

- [sighs]

Fine.
One day.

.

- Hey.
How's Capp doing?

- Don't know, but might
have to kill him.

- He skipped out
against doctor's orders.

- You didn't try to call him?

- Yeah, he isn't picking up.

- Kylie.
Hey.

What's going on?

- You mentioned
a firefighter manual in class?

- Yeah.

- I looked online
but I couldn't find it.

- Oh, I have
a paper copy.

- Oh, I was hoping
maybe I could borrow it?

- Yeah.
Of course.

Yeah.
Come on.

[laughs]
Here you go.

And keep it
as long as you want.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

- I'm really gonna miss
"Girls on Fire" when it's over.

- Oh, no.

We're keeping it going
through the summer.

- Thanks for this.

- Sure.

[door opens, closes]

- Hey, Lieutenant.
We're good to go on this side.

You want us to start
on the driver's side?

- No.
Let's go for a ride.

- We're gonna swing
by Capp's place?

- No.

We're going back
to that scrapyard.

- Whoa.

I thought we were doing that
after shift.

- Why wait?

- Don't let him
do anything stupid.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Hey!
You the manager?

- Owner.
- We were here this morning.

- Uh-huh.
Yeah?

- Just wondering how much
you're getting paid

under the table to dump
hazardous materials.

- Hey.

I can't personally check

every piece of metal
that comes through here.

- I thought that was your job.

- I got a whopper
of a fine from OSHA.

What more do you want?

- One of my men
might lose his eyesight.

- Hey, some of my people
got hurt too.

- That's on you!
- Whoa.

- Hey, I'd like you
off my property right now.

- Okay, all right.
Hey, come on.

We're already a man down.

It's not worth it.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Hey.

Got a sec?

- I just keep re-reading
the same page

over and over again anyway.

- You okay?

- Yeah.
I mean...

Scott came by with the baby.

Amelia is her name.
- Aww.

That's pretty.
- Mm-hmm.

- How is she?
- She looks amazing.

Happy, healthy little girl.

But they are moving
back to Rockford.

- Oh, damn.

- I just had this idea that

I would get to see her
all the time.

You know, swing by,
take her to the park.

Bring her to our place
for playdates.

Just watch her get bigger,
you know?

- Well Rockford isn't that far.
- No, I know.

And I'll make it work, but...

I am not gonna let
someone else I care about

out of life, you know?

Hey.

We should road trip
together sometime.

Wait until you see this baby.

It's just really something.

- I bet.
- [chuckles]

Oh, my God.
I'm so sorry.

You--you asked me
if I had a sec,

and I went into a spiral.

What's up?

[alarm blaring]

- Ambulance 61.
Person injured.

1517 N. Armitage Avenue.

- I was just checking on you.

- You're the best.

[siren wailing]

[dramatic music]

♪

- [whimpering]
- They're here.

- [muted moan]
- What happened?

- Look, she thought
this was her lip gloss.

But it's glue.

- [moans]

- Okay.

Just keep breathing, okay?

Just try and relax, okay?
Just try and relax.

- Here.

This'll help you breathe.

Stop trying to pull
your lips apart, okay?

- Mm-hmm.

- Okay.
Hold still.

Okay.

Does anybody have
any acetone-based

nail polish remover?

- I do.

- Oh, perfect.
Thank you.

Thanks.

This will dissolve
the bond, okay?

Go.
Off.

Almost, almost.
Easy.

- We're still gonna
want to take you in,

make sure you didn't ingest
any of the glue, okay?

- Okay.

- Oh. Come on.

[all clapping]

- Thank you.

- Thanks.

- There was some glue on
her teeth, but that's about it.

She'll be just fine.
- Oh, that's good news.

- Oh, hey.

My friend
at Northwestern Admissions

says you reapplied.

- Yeah. I did.
- That's great.

I was telling her
how impressed I was by you.

- Oh, thank you.
- Yeah, good luck.

And keep me posted.

- You reapplied to med school?

- I--I wanted to tell you.

I started to, but...

first I just wanted to know

if it was even a possibility.

- Well, it sounds like
it is a possibility, Foster.

- I have a meeting Wednesday
with Admissions.

First I just--I wanted to--

you and me, I--I think
we should talk about it.

- Why?

Seems like you've already
made up your mind.

.

- Heyo!
Hands off, Boswell.

- Come on, Cruz.

I already got three kids
at home to clean up after.

- It's 7:59, all right?

Don't gripe about the state
of the squad table

until it's your shift.

[watch beeping]

- Ah.
See?

All yours.

- You missed a whole section
over here.

[indistinct chatter]

- All right.
Go talk to her.

- Yeah, you just standing here
staring at her

is a little creepy.

- Okay, I'm not staring.

- Be right back.

Hey.
- Hi.

So...

is it just me or are things
a little tense between us?

- Why would they be tense?

- You know,
the whole...

seeing other people thing,

I got the idea you weren't
too thrilled with it.

- Are you kidding?
I love it.

I was thinking the same thing
before you even said anything.

- Really?
- 100%.

In fact, I'm actually
heading to a Sox game

to meet a date right now.

- Cool.
- Yeah.

- Very cool.
- Yeah.

Should be a great game.

See you soon?
- Sure.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

- See you guys later.

[light dramatic music]

♪

- I am so confused.

- I know I would like
to hear more.

- Okay, so right from the jump,

Violet tells me she
doesn't date firefighters.

So I was like, "Okay.
Cool by me.

Let's keep it casual."

But then at some point,
the rules changed?

So put it out there, like,
"Hey.

We're seeing other people,
right?"

And she liked the idea.

She was thrilled by it even.

But she's still icing me out.

- Um, general rule of thumb.

[sighs]

You are in a war
you cannot win.

- [chuckling]

- So best to raise
the white flag

and learn the phrase,

"Yes, dear,
Whatever you say, dear."

- No, but that sounds--
- Ridiculous!

And I agree.
You gotta be firm.

Say what you mean.
Mean what you say.

It's the only way
to get respect.

- I'm not sure, uh,
Cindy would agree with you.

[all chuckling]
- Oh, okay, look.

Do you wanna know
what solves all problems?

Getting married.

It's like all of those
little things

that you thought were such a
big deal while you were dating,

they just evaporate.

Like ocean mist.

- Says the guy who
has been married for a week.

- A week of bliss.

- When was the last time
you were over here?

- Can't remember.

- What do you do
if he doesn't answer?

- I got a Halligan
in the trunk.

- [laughs]

- I ever tell you
the first time I met Capp?

[chuckles]

We get a fire call
to this big apartment complex.

The whole place is cooking,

and there's this woman
stuck behind a door

that I couldn't open
for the life of me.

I mean,
I tried mule kicking it,

prying the hinges,

but couldn't get
the damn thing to budge.

I feel this firefighter
from another truck next to me,

so I scream at him,
"Go get a sledgehammer!"

He heads away
for about five steps,

then turns back, runs,

and flies through the air
like the Karate Kid...

and his foot goes
right through the damn door.

And now he's stuck.
- [chuckles]

- But I can reach
through the hole he made

and finally unlock the door.

[both laughing]

- Only Capp.
- Yeah.

Only Capp.

[knocking on door]

[TV playing softly]

- Capp?

- Hey, guys.

- What the hell are you doing?

- They said I need
to rest my eyes.

- They said stay
under hospital supervision.

- You need to go back
and see Dr. Halstead,

or he's reporting you
to the CFD.

- I'm already feeling better.

- Got any beer
in the fridge at least?

- I think so.

- I'll go check.

[solemn music]

♪

- You still look like hell.

- So do you.
[chuckles]

♪

.

[indistinct chatter]

- All right.

So this morning,

we are gonna learn
how to turn a ladder

into an emergency bridge,
all right?

So, Dora, Evette,

divide the girls
into two groups.

Get these two garbage cans

and bring them
to the middle of the room.

Right here.
Right here.

All right?
- Christina, Jada...

- Evette.

Where's Kylie?

- I haven't seen her.

- Okay.

- Lieutenant Severide,
Bob Rezick.

- Yeah.

Sorry to bother you.
I know you're busy.

Just when you think
you're catching up,

a worker falls three stories

at a construction site,
breaks both his legs.

I'm on my way over there now.

- Well, then I'll
make this quick.

I was told you were assigned
the chlorine leak

at Q&M Metal Recycling
on West Fulton?

- I was.
Yes.

- And you gave them a fine?

- Three fines, actually.

- Still...

- We're also assigning
them mandatory training

for the handling
of hazardous materials.

- Yeah, which we both know
they won't do.

- Then that's another fine.

- It's not enough.

- [sighs]

It's the best I can do.
Precedent.

- One of my men got hurt
on that call.

Took in a face full
of chlorine.

He's still not seeing clearly.

- Like I said--
- I know what you said.

And so you know,

I could've called
and left a message

instead of driving
all the way down here

to see you in person.

But I wanted to look
at you in the eye

and ask that you don't
treat this case

like another manila folder.

Treat it like
there's a human being

whose life and career
was put at risk

because of guys
that pay a few fines

and keep right on
doing what they're doing.

That's all I ask.

- Well, what'd the guy say?

- He'd look into it.

- That's it?
- That's it.

- Well you did the right thing.

- I wanna go back
to the scrapyard

and do the wrong thing.

- Don't.

- [chuckles]

- Hey, let me ask you.

I got this girl.

She was one of the initial
signups on "Girls on Fire."

And she's real enthusiastic.

I mean, she came
to the firehouse

and borrowed the firefighter
manual and everything.

- Okay.

- Okay, so she wasn't
in class this morning,

and, uh, I got
this weird feeling.

- Do you have her number?

- I think so.
On the application, yeah.

- Give her a call.
- Yeah?

That's not too invasive?
- Nah.

- Okay.

Yeah.
I'll do that.

- Yeah.

- No, I texted her
and she didn't text back.

- So bring someone else.

- I don't wanna bring
someone else.

- What?
I thought that was the--

ah, you know what?

You're frustrating.

[indistinct chatter]

- Okay, everyone.

Until Capp returns,

we will have
a floater filling in.

Everyone please welcome
Wes Derengowski to 51.

all: Hey.
[alarm blaring]

- Hey, thank you.

- Truck 81, Squad 3,
Ambulance 61.

- Let's go, let's go,
let's go.

- 898 South Van Buren.

[sirens wailing]

[dramatic music]

♪

- Is that the coffin?

- Looks like he's pinned.

Cruz, grab the jaws
and cutters.

- Copy that.

- How much does a casket weigh?

- Depends on who's inside.

- Hey.
What's your name?

- Cody.
- Hang tight, Cody.

We're gonna get you out.
- I can't breathe.

I can't breathe
I can't breathe.

- He's getting crushed.

Mouch, Kidd, open the back.

Gallo, we'll push
from the front.

We need to slide
this casket out.

- [moans]
- Hey, you okay?

- [groans]
- Let me see.

What's your name?

[saw buzzing]

- Hang tight, buddy, okay?

- [screaming]

Get this thing off of me!

- Quit moving.

Gallo, let's get this weight
off of him.

- Ready, push!

- Lift, go.

- [whimpering]

- Okay, he's free.

- All right,
ready when you are, Captain

- All right, we'll push.
You pull on three.

One, two, three!

[all groaning]

- I'm right behind you, okay?

Be as still as possible.
- [groans]

- Huh.
Well, that's fortunate.

- Hey, uh...

could've mentioned
it was empty.

- I do these runs all the time.

They never tell me what's
inside, and I don't ask.

- Hey.
Let's load up.

I want to stop by that
scrapyard on the way back.

- Scrapyard?
Why are we going back there?

We already talked to that guy.

- We're not going
there to talk.

[dramatic music]

.

- Damn.

Looks like they got
more than a fine.

- Huh.

All right,
let's head back to 51.

- Hey.

Dr. Halstead said
Capp's going in

for some tests tomorrow.

- Yeah, I heard.
- Did you talk to him?

- Boden told me.

- How's Severide?

- You know how it is.

You work that close
with someone,

you feel their pain
like it's your own.

- [clearing throat]

- Wow.
I didn't realize--

- We need to talk.

- Sure.
Yeah.

Uh, let's go in there.

- Okay.

- What's up?

- You've texted me five times
in the last 24 hours.

- Well, yeah.
You didn't text me back,

and I was wondering
what was up.

- What's up is that we aren't
in a serious relationship.

Which means sometimes
we might go a little while

without texting or talking,

and there's no reason
to freak out.

- I'm not freaked out.

- The last text asked
if I was dead.

- That's an expression.
I didn't actually mean--

- Gallo--
- Blake.

- What?

- I think it's weird that
you call me by my last name.

Especially considering
the amount of time--

- I've always done that.
Why is it suddenly weird?

Okay.
Fine.

Blake.

What's going on with you?
Hm?

- The other day when
you said that you were

going out to the Sox game
with another guy.

- Yeah?

- I just...

I guess I didn't
really like it.

That's all.

- You didn't like it?
- Yeah.

- You're the one that said
we should see other people--

- No, I know.
It's just, honestly,

I didn't think
you actually would.

- Oh.
So you figured

you would see other people
and I would--what?

Just sit at home
mooning after you?

- No, that's not it at all.

- Gallo, you are
the most arrogant--

- Maybe we should be exclusive.

- Maybe we should break up.
- Maybe we should get married!

- Um...

you are out of your mind.

Married.

- Maybe we should get married?

- Yeah, what?

- He told me to.

- Hey, Kylie.

Uh, this is Stella Kidd
from "Girls on Fire."

Missed you
this morning at class.

Just--just wanted
to check in,

and make sure you're okay.

Uh...

anyway, uh,
you got my number now.

So feel free to call me
any time, day or night.

I mean, us--

us firefighters
keep weird hours.

[laughs]

So, um...

Okay.
Hope to talk to you soon.

Bye.

- How long can it take to read
the bottom row of an eye chart?

Hey.
So what'd they say?

- My eyes are no good.

I'm done being a firefighter.

[somber music]

♪

- Okay, so you're fine.

- You don't know that.

How's he know I'm fine?
- Bad acting.

- [laughs]
Come on.

What's the actual prognosis?

- A couple more shifts
and I'm cleared to work.

- Ha!

- Ah, look at that.
You were worried about me.

He was worried about me,
wasn't he?

- Eh.

- Ha-hey!
[all cheering]

There he is!

Hey, check it out, buddy.
We finished it for you.

- You can see it's a bell,
right?

Not just a big golden blur.

- Can you read the top line?

- F-U-C--

- Whoa!
That's not it at all.

- All right, listen.

As much as I hate to say this.

[coughs]

The beers are on the house!

[all cheering]

- Hey.
It's good to have you back.

- Thanks.
Good to be back.

- What do you guys want, huh?

What do you want?
Hey, hey, hey.

- We're ready for you now.

- Please, Ms. Foster.
Have a seat.

- I'd like to say something
before we begin the interview

if that's all right.

- Go ahead.

- I know you've read
my application,

and I know you are aware
of the circumstances

surrounding why I am
reapplying to Northwestern.

I made a life-altering mistake,

and I won't make
excuses for it.

That said,

that mistake was the best thing

that ever happened to me.

I wasn't ready.

And I get that now.

[sighs]

In the last three years,

I have met and worked
with some of the most

amazing people I've ever known,

and I've learned so much
from all of them.

With their help, I've been
able to transform myself

into a responsible,
knowledgeable,

caring, resourceful paramedic,

the kind of paramedic who knows
how to put the patient first

and handle whatever is required

on the other end
of a 9-1-1 call.

I've been in the trenches.

And I know now
that I am ready to be

a great student

and an even better doctor.

Thank you.

- All right, then.

Let's get started.

- [sighs]

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♪

Brett?

- How'd it go?

- They said they'll
let me know.

- Well, I know.

They'd be lucky to have you.

[warm music]

♪

[wolf howls]