Severide’s car
Lynette Cunningham: Hey, Lieutenant, Captain Cunningham here. Call me. I need to talk to you.
Severide: Whoo! Damn!
Firehouse: garage
Severide: Wow!
Tony: Cold enough for you, Lieutenant?
Severide: Yeah, I just saw a penguin. Crying.
Mills: Engine's busted. Or froze. Anyway, Fleet Management's jammed up, so I asked Capp to take a look.
Severide: Let me guess... He upgraded you to the full-service package.
Herrmann: He started going on about the air filter and then the fuel intake. And next thing you know...
Capp: Ah... Damn it!
Herrmann: What the hell was that?!
Capp: Relax! I've got a handle on it.
Severide: Roll call in five.
Herrmann: You hear that, Cooter? Dukes of Hazzard… You guys suck.
Briefing room
Boden: We have a bona fide weather emergency. Temperature's are down to below 15. Windchill brings that to under 40. Cold weather has knocked out the servers at the alarm office. 911 is down. It is war out there and we have got to be prepared.
Casey: Motorized tools, silver bullets, anything that can freeze needs to be protected. Ten minutes exposed is ten minutes too long.
Boden: It is us against the raving bitch side of Chicago. I expect us all to hold our own. You all are dismissed.
Herrmann: Hey, come on, Cruz. Up and at 'em.
Cruz: 40 below with the windchill. That means that as cold as it is at 0 degrees, and that's pretty damn cold, it is 40 degrees colder than that.
Brett: Are you okay?
Cruz: No. I'm not. Human beings shouldn't live like this.
Otis: Well, actually, when Baba was growing up in Yakutsk, it...
Cruz: I am not talking about your Baba. I barely survived my last Chicago winter. One more might kill me.
Garage
Casey: Got room for this? Take that, and start salting the driveway.
Dawson: Yes, Sir.
Casey: You don't need to call me that.
Dawson: Are you gonna keep calling me "candidate"?
Casey: Only if you royally screw up.
Dawson: Fair enough.
Casey: All right, keep covered. We've got a frostbite warning in effect. It's no joke.
Herrmann: All right, equipment's protected. Compartments are dry, and we've got enough salt to melt the polar ice caps.
Dawson: Matt! Call Brett and Mills! We gotta check her for hypothermia.
Casey: Check who?
Dawson: The baby I just found outside.
Dormitory
Mills: Ok. She's warming up. Heart rate's stable. No signs of frosbite. She wasn't out there long... Where'd you find her?
Dawson: On the apron, under the "safe haven" sign.
Cruz: Any sign of who left her?
Herrmann: It doesn't matter who left her. Safe haven means just that. No questions asked. Right, Chief?
Boden: Absolutely. What matters is she is here with us now. Our job is to get here the best care that she can get. So let's bring her over to Chicago Med... I'll call DCFS.
Mills: Although I don't know if we'll be taking her anywhere anytime soon. That ambo's laid up.
Capp: I'm making some serious headway.
Boden: Get it done. Now. In the meantime, I have some diapers, wipes, formula in the truck. Bring it over.
Mouch: Will do, Chief.
Brett: Oh. All right. Uh-oh, our little guest smells kinda ripe. Might need a change.
Dawson: I'll do it.
Brett: You sure?
Dawson: Absolutely. I used to help my brother with his kids. I could change a diaper blindfolded if I had to.
Brett: Aw.
Hallway
Lynette Cunningham: Good morning.
Severide: Morning.
Lynette Cunningham: You got a minute to talk?
Severide: About?
Lynette Cunningham: Briefing room.
Briefing room
Lynette Cunningham: I hear Police Intelligence took down your arsonist. Head shot, right?
Severide: Right.
Lynette Cunningham: Must be one hell of a story.
Severide: Are you fishing for details, or are you just raw that someone did the job you weren't willing to do? Captain.
Lynette Cunningham: I need your eyes on something… Electrical fire sparked by a short in a computer server. Ceiling collapse nearly took out the first company on the scene.
Severide: Yeah, I heard about it.
Lynette Cunningham: Fire suppression system malfunctioned. Convenient. Figure there's something in these boxes that someone wanted to burn, but deadline to file's coming up, and I've got nothing more to go on.
Severide: This is... This is unbelievable. Are you seriously asking me to help you out of a jam? Again?
Lynette Cunningham: I get that you don't want to do me any favours. You're entitled to that anger. But out of respect for the firefighters who almost lost their lives, maybe you can pull your head out of your ass and help us out.
Hallway
Wallace Boden Senior: Whew! Well digger's ass out there.
Boden: Pops, what... What are you doing here?
Wallace Boden Senior: Terrance is napping. And cold or no cold, I don't want to spend my last few days in Chicago staring at the same four walls. So I thought I'd come to where the action is.
Boden: Pops, I'm glad you came. There's something I need you to see. Come on.
Boden’s office
Wallace Boden Senior: "Advanced T-Cell Replacement Clinic."
Boden: 30 subjects. 12 of them went into remission.
Wallace Boden Senior: Yeah, I see that.
Boden: Those are fighting numbers, Pops. Now, I've already sent your charts, and they say that you are an ideal candidate for their next study.
Wallace Boden Senior: Wallace.
Boden: Pops, this is a chance for you to see little Terrance walk on his two feet. This is a chance for him to know your name.
Wallace Boden Senior: A chance, a chance, a chance. Just stop, okay? I was a cop for 30 years. Fought for my life more times than you could know. But I'm on the other side of all of that stuff. It's down to my terms now. You know how rare that is? Especially in our lines of work.
Boden: What are you saying to me, pops? Just gonna give up?
Wallace Boden Senior: No. No, no. I just want to cut loose. Celebrate. Live. Which reminds me. What's going on with the party planning?
Boden: Pops, please look at the thing.
Wallace Boden Senior: No! I won't do it. Now, if you've got a problem with that, I'm very happy to jump back on the plane to Orlando.
Boden: It's all right. It's okay.
Kitchen
Brett: Here, this will warm you up.
Otis: Has anyone seen Newhouse around lately?
Casey: Yeah, he had a few weeks furlough accrued. Took his daughter to San Diego to meet some relatives.
Cruz: Are you serious? He really did it? He actually got out of this icy hell?
Casey: That's my understanding.
Cruz: See, that is boldness. That's a hero right there.
Casey: You okay, Cruz?
Cruz: Mmm.
Brett: What are you doing?
Cruz: I am looking for flights out of here.
Brett: To San Diego?
Cruz: San Diego or anywhere where your spit doesn't freeze immediately inside your mouth.
Otis: There she is!
Dawson: Fresh as a daisy.
Otis: Oh, look at that face.
Brett: Hi.
Otis: What kind of person abandons their baby outside on a day like this anyway?
Dawson: Well, she's safe now. Aren't you, cutie?
Brett: I'll be right back.
Garage
Capp: Okay. Try it again!
Brett: How's it going?
Mills: I'm gonna assume that question is rhetorical.
Brett: Have you guys tried turning the key really slow? I know whenever we had a big cold front in Fowlerton...
Capp: Brett, I pulled the whole damn engine apart, and it's not gonna be a quick flip of the...
Mills: Oh! Hey!
Capp: What the...
Brett: Ah ah ah. I told you. There's a child in the house. If you're gonna swear, go outside.
Casey: Up and running?
Mills: Yeah, good to go.
Casey: All right, I'll grab some extra blankets. Let's get this baby over to Chicago Med.
Main: Ambo 61, Ambo 61. Come in. Come in, Ambo 61.
Mills: Go for 61. I'm getting too much interference.
Brett: Everybody's relying on radios with 911 down. Probably overloading the channels.
Main: Chest pains. Diversey and Kenton... Report.
Brett: What's he saying, Diversey and Kenton?
Mills: It's chest pains. I mean, it should be a quick grab, drop. We can transport the baby afterwards.
Casey: Yeah, hit it.
Mills: Yeah?
Casey: I'll tell Boden.
Mills: Yeah, we got this, Main. 61, on our way.
Main: Copy, Ambo 61.
Mills: Hey!
Toni Jessup: Excuse me, excuse me., you work here?
Casey: Yeah. Everything all right?
Toni Jessup: No, no it's not.
Kitchen
Casey: Dawson.
Toni Jessup: Oh! Oh, my God, Grace! There she is!
Dawson: What's going on?
Toni Jessup: That's my baby. I... I want her back.
Casey: Take a seat. We're gonna work this out, okay?
Boden: What's going on here?
Casey: This woman is claiming that this is her...
Toni Jessup: Oh, I'm not... I'm not claiming nothin'. I'm telling you that that's my baby girl.
Boden: How did your baby end up outside of our firehouse, ma'am?
Toni Jessup: Her father, Miles, who's a deadbeat, he came by my place this morning, and he tried to say that Grace wasn't his. Dropping her here, this is his way of trying to get rid of her for good.
Casey: What's your name?
Toni Jessup: Um, Toni. Toni Jessup. You can look it up. I... I knew Miles was tripping but I never thought he'd try something like this. I mean, she is my baby. He has no right giving her up like that.
Dawson: What colour was the blanket Grace was wrapped in?
Toni Jessup: Um... It was blue with... With gray checks. And... And she had these mismatched socks on this morning because it was too cold to go to the Laundromat.
Boden: Well, we're gonna need approval from the Department of Children and Family Services before we can release this child back to you.
Toni Jessup: But that's not right. I mean, she's... She's my baby.
Boden: I understand your frustration, ma'am. The system exists to protect you and the child. My best advice, you come back with some proper documentation. We'll go from there.
Toni Jessup: Okay, I'll be back then. Can I... Can I see her please? That's my baby.
Dawson: Okay.
Toni Jessup: Okay. Mm-hmm.
Casey: I'll call the DCFS, give them an update.
Dawson: Chief. Who's to say this boyfriend won't try to ditch the baby again? What if he tries something worse next time?
Boden: That's not our call.
Street
Man: Hey! Over here! This way! Hurry! This way! He needs help.
Mills: You call this in? Somebody with chest pains?
Man: Chest pains? I don't know, maybe. Seems like that's the least of this kid's problems.
Chris: Please, someone, you gotta help me get these bugs out of here!
Mills: Sit down, buddy. Come on. What's your name, huh? What's your name?
Chris: Chris.
Mills: Okay, Chris.
Chris: Please hurry!
Brett: Okay, we're gonna do our best, but you gotta help us out. What was it you took? PCP? Molly?
Chris: No, no, no. We just smoked some weed.
Brett: Hold on. What do you mean "we"?
Mills: Hey, Brett, look.
Brett: Okay, Chris, I need you to focus. Who was with you?
Chris: It was my girlfriend!
Mills: Hey, hey.
Chris: My girlfriend Celia. She and I were sharing a blunt, and then she freaked and she ran and I tried to stop her, but I can't... It's these damned bugs!
Mills: Look, the footprints are leading into there.
Brett: This building's not heated. That girl is going to freeze to death if she doesn't have the right gear.
Mills: 61 to Main. We've got a second victim at Diversey and Kenton. We're gonna need a second ambo here for assist. Hey, Brett! Wait, where are you going?
Brett: Well, you take care of him. I'll... I'll look for the girl. Come on.
Building
Brett: Celia?! Oh! Celia?! Can you hear me?!
Firehouse: Dormitory
Casey: How's Grace?
Dawson: Good. What's the latest?
Casey: DCFS is tied up. 911 being down has brought everything to a standstill. They told me they'd call back in an hour.
Dawson: Well, I guess that's a blessing. The firehouse is probably the most stable environment she's ever known.
Casey: Hmm.
Dawson: You want to hold her?
Casey: Yeah.
Dawson: Sure? Just watch the back of the head.
Casey: Like this?
Dawson: Yeah. There you go.
Severide’s office
Severide: Yeah, Captain Cunningham, please.
Ambulance 61
Mills: Main, this is ambulance 61 checking in again. Please confirm that backup is on its way to Diversey and Kenton.
Main: Confirmed... 61... At Divers... Kenzie...
Mills: No! Not... Not Kenzie! Kenton! Hey, Brett, do you copy? Brett.
Building
Brett: Celia!
Mills: Brett, can you hear me? Brett, come in.
Brett: Hello? Mills? Oh, shoot… Stay there! What do you want?
Abe: I don't want anything! I'm just trying to help!
Brett: What happened to your face?
Abe: The girl, she attacked me.
Brett: Wait, which direction did she go? Okay, here, take these hand warmers. Go outside, find the ambulance that's waiting there. Tell my partner where I am. He'll take care of you. And hurry.
Firehouse: dormitory
Dawson: Boo!
Boden: Dawson, this is Dr. Pierson. She's our pediatrician. She was kind enough to come on by and check on Grace.
Dr. Pierson: She's a beautiful girl. Would you mind bracing her a bit?
Dawson: Oh, sure.
Dr. Pierson: Let's take a look.
Dawson: We checked her vitals earlier. 68 over 36. Heart rate 123.
Dr. Pierson: Well, she has laboured breath, but not too bad for a preemie.
Dawson: How can you tell she's a preemie?
Dr. Pierson: From this scar right here by her belly button from the umbilical catheter. This little girl is a survivor. Yeah, she spent her first few weeks fighting for life. She's made it through the worst of it, but still she is gonna need some extra care.
Dawson: Can you tell if she's getting that care? At home?
Dr. Pierson: Well, I'm not seeing any signs of physical abuse or malnourishment. But beyond that?
Briefing room
Severide: Your theory is wrong. Computer servers nowadays, they're all backed up on a cloud. There's no real point in torching it.
Lynette Cunningham: You trying to tell me that the server wasn't tampered with? Because if you look...
Severide: No, no, no, I'm not saying that it wasn't messed with. I'm just saying that that wasn't the target. It was just the... It was just the fuse. Here, look... Look at this. This ceiling debris, the deepest char is on the top, not the bottom where the fire started. So whoever engineered this, they packed the above floor with accelerant. So my guess is that someone really wanted to burn these billing folders. So they paid off or leaned on the IT guys to get access to the server room and the utility space in between the floors. That's what I think.
Lynette Cunningham: This is why we need you in Arson.
Severide: Is that what this was about?
Lynette Cunningham: Six firefighters nearly died in this collapse. A matter of inches, and they would have been gone, just like Shay.
Severide: Don't. Don't use her name like that.
Lynette Cunningham: All I'm saying is that a person like you, with your talent and your dedication, you can help change the way OFI operates. You can make sure important cases like this never fall through the cracks again… At least consider it.
Ambulance 61
Mills: Main, this is 61. We need backup!
Abe: Hey. The lady, she said call for help.
Mills: The lady? Where is she?
Abe: She's downstairs by the assembly floor.
Mills: Okay. Stay inside, no matter what, all right?
Abe: Where are you going?
Mills: Just stay inside.
Firehouse: dormitory
Casey: Saw the doctor was heading out. What's the prognosis?
Dawson: "Healthy for a preemie." Doc said she spent the first month in the ICU, poor thing. Eight weeks in this world, and she's already been to hell and back.
Casey: My mom spent 38 hours in labour with me. I almost didn't make it. Or she was ready to jump out a window to get it over with. The story tended to vary when she told it… She's gonna be fine.
Boden: Attention, we have a Level 1 hazmat, corner of 37th and Vernon. Waste container dropped from a semi. No victims reported.
Casey: It's a level 1 hazmat. If you stay, no one will think less of it.
Dawson: Okay, I will then. Thanks.
Kitchen
Dawson: Oh, God, sorry, you scared me.
Toni Jessup: I'm sorry. I brought these papers like you asked.
Dawson: Right. Right. Um... Well, you can take a seat. DCFS will be here soon.
Toni Jessup: She's an angel, isn't she? That's why I called her Grace. All the doctors at the hospital, they said that she was a miracle... The healthiest, most beautiful baby they'd ever seen.
Dawson: Healthiest? The doctors said that?
Toni Jessup: Easiest birth. She never cried once.
Dawson: So then she didn't spend long in the NICU. Neonatal intensive care.
Toni Jessup: No… Not long.
Dawson: Can I see those documents you brought?
Toni Jessup: Um... This is her sonogram and some papers... Medical papers I had.
Dawson: You don't have the birth certificate?
Toni Jessup: No. Miles, he, uh, he took all that.
Dawson: Can you hold on a sec? I need to talk to the chief.
Toni Jessup: Why don't you, uh... You let me hold her while you do that?
Dawson: You need to move. Now.
Toni Jessup: No. Not until you give me that baby.
Dawson: You need to get out of here. You need to turn around and walk out of here.
Toni Jessup: Shut up and give her to me.
Dawson: That's not gonna happen.
Toni Jessup: Hand her over right now or I will put you the hell down, I swear.
Dawson: Please, Toni, or... Or... Or whatever your name is, you're not even gonna get 2 miles before the Amber Alert goes off.
Toni Jessup: I mean it, bitch! Right now! Hey! Stay right there.
Boden: Toni, that is the sound of firefighters about to fill this room. You are out of time. Why don't you leave right now while you can?
Toni Jessup: I don't care what you say, or what anybody says. You can live, you can die. Either way, she's coming with me.
Dawson: No she's not.
Boden: Careful, everyone, she's got a gun! Otis! Phone CPD right now! Matt, no! I don't want anyone in this house chasing a lunatic with a gun.
Casey: You okay?
Dawson: Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay. I just... Oh, God.
Building
Brett: Celia! Celia, is that you?! Celia, listen to me. I want you to stop moving and stay perfectly still. Can you do that? Attagirl. I'll be right there. Just hang in there. I'm gonna get you home.
Celia: No. Not... Not home. Not like this.
Brett: No, no, no. Celia, wait. I'm serious. You... You need to stop moving. Please. I am not here to get you in trouble… Thank you. Okay... Okay. Slow. Easy. Easy. Go slow… Help!
Firehouse: Kitchen
Boden: Hey. I just got off the phone with the police. They've put out an investigative alert on the woman.
Otis: What are we supposed to do if she comes back here? We gotta get this baby out of here.
Boden: We have an ambo en route for the infant now that we've upgraded the situation to an emergency.
Cruz: Have you heard from Brett and Mills?
Boden: If there are any more updates, you'll be informed… Okay.
Entrance
Cruz: Ambo 61, report. Ambo 61, this is Station 51, report.
Building
Mills: Brett, where are you?! Call out!
Brett: We're here! Help! Help! Somebody help!
Mills: Brett, I'm coming!
Brett: Mills, quick! We're in here! I can't hold on much longer!
Mills: Here, I got her. I got her.
Brett: What do we do?
Mills: Oh, okay. Check in your jump bag, grab me anything, wraps, straps, tubing, anything we can use as a makeshift rope. Come on, stick with me. I got you, okay? All right.
Firehouse: radio / Ambulance 61
Cruz: Ambo 61. Brett, report! Listen. Just give me a sign that you're okay. Anything at all.
Abe: Hello?
Cruz: Who... Who is this?
Abe: This is Abe. Who's this?
Garage
Dawson: Hey, I'd like to go to the hospital with her. Make sure she stays in good hands.
Casey: Of course.
Dawson: Thanks, Matt. I know today's been kind of, um... Confusing, maybe? But I hope I didn't come across as...
Casey: Not at all.
Dawson: There's my ride.
Casey: You're gonna make a great mom.
Locker room
Severide: Hey. What's going on with you and Dawson?
Casey: Just old habits, I guess.
Severide: Maybe it's time to put yourself back on the market. Cut the ambiguity.
Casey: You know what, I think you're right. 'Cause I'm kind of chasing my tail right now.
Cruz: Lieutenant! Brett and Mills are in trouble.
Street
Casey: Mouch, Herrmann, stay with the ambo. Everyone else with me.
Building
Cruz: Sylvie!
Brett: We're here, quick! Over here!
Cruz: Sylvie
Casey: Cruz! Careful!
Brett: I'm okay! Help us hold her!
Mills: Everybody watch their step! We rigged this to keep her from falling in any deeper, but it's not gonna hold too long.
Brett: The barbs are digging into her torso. She's losing blood.
Casey: We'll take it from here. Otis! Tie a girth wrap. What do you think? Mini-lite cutters?
Severide: Cutters could cause too much of a jolt. That rebar's in there pretty good... I need to go slow.
Casey: Right.
Severide: Capp!
Capp: Yeah.
Severide: Whizzer saw.
Cruz: Good.
Otis: Secure!
Severide: Tony.
Celia: No, no. No, no, no! No, no, no!
Severide: Hey, hey. Calm down! Hey, sweetie, listen. I'm not gonna be able to cut through this rebar unless you calm down, okay? I need her to calm down.
Celia: No, no, no.
Brett: Celia! Look at me. Look at my face. Right in my eyes. Do you feel my hand? Feel the texture of my skin? Okay, that's definitely real, right? Do you believe me? Can you trust me that much? Then trust me when I say we are here to help you, okay, but we need you to stay still. Okay? Okay.
Severide: All right, I'm done! All right, let's get her up!
Cruz: One, two, three. We got you.
Mills: Got her?
Otis: Yep.
Cruz: Watch the harness.
Brett: Hey.
Cruz: That was incredible.
Brett: I think I am finally with you on the cold.
Mills: Hey, Brett. Let's get her to Chicago Med.
Cruz: I'll see you back at the house.
Brett: Okay.
Chicago Med
Brett: Hey. I heard what happened. Did they ever find that woman?
Dawson: Cops caught her about a mile away from 51 trying to escape on foot. She's in ICU now, battling hypothermia. I guess she has some psych history. Admitted a couple times. I don't know. I don't care.
Brett: And the real mom?
Dawson: En route from Indiana. Baby was taken straight from their house, apparently.
Brett: Ooh.
Dawson: How about the girl you saved?
Brett: Stable. Trying to locate her mom. I guess the dad's not really in the picture… What a job, huh?
Dawson: Yeah.
Molly’s
Wallace Boden Senior: Oh. Oh, ho ho ho, yeah.
Boden: What the hell?
Wallace Boden Senior: Welcome, son, to the Wallace Boden not-so-annual-anymore winter luau. Always, I mean always, a big hit whenever I'd throw one. Come on, live a little.
Boden: Okay.
Herrmann: Hey there, Detective! Is this what you were looking for?
Wallace Boden Senior: Looks like you nailed it, kid.
Herrmann: Aloha.
Wallace Boden Senior: Okole malu.
Herrmann: Sure, I'll take your word for it.
Boden: Thank you.
Otis: Luau. Hey, give me your number, I'll... You're gone? Fun party, huh?
Cruz: Mmm, I needed this.
Otis: Hey, we're doing kamikaze shots, you in?
Cruz: I so needed this.
Otis: Okay. I'll check on you later.
Severide: Excuse me. You're stalking me now?
Lynette Cunningham: Oh, don't flatter yourself.
Severide: It's too late.
Lynette Cunningham: You thought about my offer?
Severide: Yeah, I have. And I'm... I'm... I'm good where I'm at.
Lynette Cunningham: Well, when you change your mind... And you will... Call me.
Severide: Fair enough.
Lynette Cunningham: You know, I don't think I ever got to say it during all this craziness... I'm sorry about Shay. I really am.
Severide: Yeah, you... She would've loved this.
Wallace Boden Senior: There's a Hawaiian expression for the men in the canoe who were paddling. It's been a while, I might butcher this, but here goes. […] United we move forward. It's a toast I used to give my fellow cops every year at the luau. But it applies to you as well, for all you go through, the things you have to handle, the people you've lost. You can't go it alone. United we move forward.
Boden: Amen to that. Thank you, Pop.
Casey: Hey. Two kamikazes down on the end?
Herrmann: Yep.
Chicago Med
Nurse: They're here. They're here.
Dawson: Oh.
Nurse: I know they'd love to meet you. I can tell them that you're here.
Dawson: Oh, uh, no. No, no, it's fine.
Boden’s house
Wallace Boden Senior: Honestly, Wallace, thank you. Thank you. It was everything I wanted and more.
Boden: You're welcome, Pop. And we're gonna do it again next year. Uh.
Wallace Boden Senior: Let's not wake Donna.
Boden: No, no, no, Pop. No, I got it.
Wallace Boden Senior: You sure?
Boden: Yeah, yeah. Absolutely I'm sure. Go on, sit back.
Wallace Boden Senior: All right.
Boden: Oh, hey.
Beth’s house
Casey: It's freezing! So who'd you know at the luau?
Beth: No one, really. I mean, I know a few firefighters. That's how I heard about the event. My girlfriend was supposed to meet me there and her car froze to death, so...
Casey: Hmm.
Beth: And then you came along.
Casey: I'm just getting out of a relationship.
Beth: Me too… So can I get you a drink?
Casey: Later.
Boden’s house
Boden: Hey. He went down, Pop. Pop? Pop? Dad? Oh, Pop.
Severide and Casey’s apartment (video)
Shay: Wait, so what's Cinco de Mayo for? Is it like their Fourth of July or something?
Severide: Yeah. I don't know. Sure.
Shay: Is it or isn't it?
Severide: I don't know. It's not like Mexican Independence Day. I think it's just, like, a day for celebration, that's all.
Shay: Hmm, all right. Well, I'm all for it. All right, here we go.
Severide: What's in it?
Shay: Secret recipe. Cheers.
