All language subtitles for Rescue Me (2004) - S04E10 - High (1080p BluRay x265 Panda)

MAN:
Previously on Rescue Me...

I've been a part of
a lot of interventions.

Okay? They're never easy.

Some people get extremely
defensive and even violent.

Shit!

| can't go back to rehab!
It doesn't work for me!

| mean, shit, we got
enough drunks in this room
to start our own meetings.

Sheila gave us half
a million bucks, okay?

-What?
-You never wanted that baby.

-Don't you put it back on me.
-You're crazy.
You sold my baby!

You're the one who told me
to go see her. Okay?

We just agreed honesty’'s
the best policy, right?

| was wrong.

-Baby, don't.
-No, no, no.

| am not
your baby anymore.

I'm gonna take a long walk.
You be gone when | get back.

-(Grunts)
-Hey.

(Both Moan)

Oh, wow. Ah.

You don't think I'm being
too forward, do you?

No, no. I'd have to be
insane to think that.

And you want me,
don't you?

Yeah, yeah.
Oh. Wow. Cool.

-Hi.
-Hi, Auntie Sheila.

My dad and me, we wanted
to see how the baby was doing.

Oh, say hi to
your sister. Yeah.

Okay, I'm gonna
be right back.

In the car. In the car.
In the car, sweetie.

Close the door.
Close the door.
Good, good, good. Okay.

-Oh, shit!
-No, no, no, no, no, no!

No! What are you doing?

He hates you!

Eh, | mean,

Eh, | mean, | don’t feel
connected to this God at all.

| don’t even know what kind
of point system the guy’s using.

| tell you one thing,

I’m sure as hell glad
he ain’t my bookie.

ELLIE:
Ew.

What the--
Cockroach.

MICK:
All right, guys.

Let’s just settle down,
try and focus. Okay?

The topic we’re gonna
talk about

is the higher power,
all right?

God or whatever
your higher power might be.

You know, how you see him,
or her, or it.

Yeah, well, I-l for one
am one of those, um,

uh...what do you call it?

Agnostics.
Yeah.

You don’t believe in God.
No.

Typical.

Oh, yeah, like you do, right?

| do now.

If you don’t believe in God,

how can you remotely hope
to stay sober, huh?

Well, Tommy hasn't had
a drink in, like, what?

Eleven months, four weeks
and two days.

Two hundred and forty-three
minutes, 12 seconds.

Hey, asshole.

You're really trying to tell me

that God is helping
keep him sober?

| don’t think so, sweetheart.

He’s white-knuckling it.

Sorry, Tom, it’s true.

If you can’t find your way

to some sort of
faith-based foundation here,

you're doomed to fail.

ELLIE:
| really think
she’s right.

Thank you.

Oh, don’t listen to her.

She still goes to 9:00 mass
every Sunday.

Yeah, so what?

Okay, guys, the truth
of the matter is

if you don’t believe
in some form

of higher power,
trust in something

bigger than yourself,

you're gonna wind up
counting days.

| mean, believe me.
| was a priest, okay?

| find more God in these rooms,
even in this room,

than | ever did when | was
working for the church.

You know?
Hey, Sean.

T-the ability to share
y-your sins with other sinners,

that’s what's
gonna get you through.

Even if, let’s say,
two minutes

after we walk out
of this apartment, okay,

Tommy goes into the kitchen,
opens up a kitchen cabinet,

finds a brand-spanking-new
bottle of Maker’s Mark,

if he has faith and trust,
he won’t drink it.

Holy shit.

What?
There’s a bottle

of Maker’s Mark
in one of these cabinets?

Ow! Goddamn it.

[SIGHS]
SEAN: I-I--

Sean--
Sean, why is your hand up?

Well, | have something
that I-I’d like to share.

Uh, okay, Sean.

Okay, um, God,
for me--

Yeah.
He, uh-- He’s a, you know--

He’s just this huge,
uh, kind of all-powerful,

enormous...

cloud.

God is a cloud?
Yeah, well,

I’m not finished yet,
Maggie.

He’s, you know,
this giant cloud of pink gas.

[SNORTS]

SEAN:
Oh, wow. That’s--

Okay, | didn’t realize
that there

was going to be
judgment happening.

Why is he here? Why is he here?

| thought | was in--

No, no.
He is not an alcoholic.

Yes, | am.
No, you’re not!

SEAN: Yes, | am.
MAGGIE: Prove it!

Prove it? I’m here. I--

Listen, Pinky.

How many drinks you have a day?

Depends on the occasion,
really.

Give us a ballpark.
Such a liar.

Five, eight, 12 drinks a day?

Well, 12 is a lot.

This guy ain’t no souse.

MICK: Guys--
You-- |--

MAGGIE:
Who votes that Sean does not

get to come
to these meetings any more?

MICK:
Whoa. Hold on.

Well, you know what,

who votes that | get to stay?

You know, | only drink
a little bit myself.

TOMMY:
Yeah, here’s
the denial talking now.

Total denial right here.

Hey, asshole.
MICK: Guys, please.

I’m trying to chair
this meeting.

I’m going to look
for that bottle.

You know, when are you going
to face the facts?

What, you’re gonna
start drinking again?

You know what?
Guys, guys, please.

There’s another rat.

[WOMEN YELLING]

|-it’s just a mouse, okay?

It’s just a mouse, don’t worry.
Can you guys, please--

[GRUNTING]

This place is as dry
as a goddamn bone.

Booze.

[WHIMPERS]
Go find booze.

[THE VON BONDIES’
"C’MON, C’MON" PLAYING]

On another day
C’mon, c’mon f

With these ropes tied tight
Can we do no wrong? J

J Now we grieve
‘Cause now it’s gone

Things were good
When we were young f

~ When my teeth bite down
| can see the blood J

J Of a thousand men
Who have come and gone f

J Now we grieve
‘Cause now it’s gone

Things were good
When we were young f

I Is it safe to stay?
C’mon, c’mon J

? Was it right to leave?
C’mon, c’mon f

~ Will | ever learn?
C’mon, c’mon J

~ C’mon, c’mon
C’mon, c’mon J

I'll have the chicken
and I'll have the waffles.

Heavy on the chicken,
heavy on the waffles

and, uh, why don’t you give me

a fruit salad
for my conscience.

You got it, sugar.

I'll have the same.

Uh, hold the fruit.

Thank you.

All right. Heh-heh.

Whoo, how about some fries
with that shake?

Hey, Mike, would you please
not make a correlation

between food
and that woman’s ass?

You're going
to ruin my appetite.

I’m gonna go get her number.

Are you kidding me?

Hey.

, Dad?
ow you doing?

Why--
Why do you have the baby?

Um, | made a deal with Mom.

You made a--
You want to help me out?

Yeah.
Thank you.

A deal with Mom-- Uh, Jesus.

[SNIFFS]

Whew.
Where'd you get this car?

From Cheech and Chong?

So, what’s the deal? I--

| have him three days a week.

Me and Tony, okay?

Mom’s paying us
a babysitting fee

and besides that,
it’s good for me.

You know, practice and stuff.

It’s pra--
Heh. Whoa, whoa.

What do you mean "practice"?

D-- Please don’t tell me
you're thinking

about having a baby with--
With-- Hi.

The guy who owns
this piece of crap?

Are you crazy?
Okay, | don’t--

| don’t have time for this.

You don’t h--
Okay, explain to me

why your mother doesn’t have
the baby full-time.

Please.

Colleen?

Coll--

[BOTTLE CLATTERS]

Wha-- What is this?

Tony had three out-of-town
gigs this week.

Okay, you know what?

Did you get some
new tattoo on your ass?

What's this?

It’s the bass player’s.
Don’t worry about it, okay?

I’m taking that baby
out of this car.

No, you’re not!

Yes, I’m taking that baby
out of this car.

Stop it! No, no, Dad.
Just stop it!

Colleen.

Don’t you start that car.

No--
Ah, wait, wait, wait.

[SIGHS]

Okay, you know what?

I’Il make a deal with you,
okay?

If you promise not to drive
the baby in this car any more,

I'll give you a brand-new
credit card, how about that?

For what?

For not driving the baby

and you give me, um--

Tell me where Mom is and, um--

’Cause | need to talk to her.

A-and you let me have the baby,

eh, a couple days a week
without her knowing about it.

What?
| don’t think so.

Uh, okay. You know--
Ha-ha.

All right?

How about that?

All right? You can charge
as much as you want.

My name’s already on here, Dad.

Yeah, because
| was anticipating, all right?

| was thinking ahead.
No deal, okay?

You were going to give
this to me anyway.

You know what? Listen to me.
Because | love you.

Because |’m, like,
the Wayne Gretsky of dads,

| was anticipating that--
Bye!

Wait, no.
Turn the car off, please.

[SIGHS]

Jesus Christ.

All right.

If you promise not to drive
the baby in the car any more

and the other stuff,
I'll give you a--

I'll give you a brand-new car.

Not brand-new, but I'll get you
something better than this.

Now we're talking.
Okay? Please?

So...

Mom-wise...

| want a Porsche.

You are such a goddamn Gavin

it’s not even funny.

| am not getting you a Porsche.
Okay, a BMW, then.

ll tell you
who she’s sleeping with.

Okay, just a little info.

Who she’s sleeping with now
is worth maybe--

Maybe at the outside a five-
or six-year-old Jeep Cherokee.

Okay, unless she’s sleeping
with somebody | know

or, you know,
a female relative.

Then, maybe,
you'd get a used BMW.

Yeah, okay,
that’s what | thought.

Jeep Cherokee. Spill.

She’s sleeping
with her new boss.

He runs a real estate company.
His name is Bob.

Such a cliché.

Short, bald, uh,
fat Jewish guy, right?

Mm-mm.
How old is he?

Thirty-three.

All right,

listen, that card--

Um, it’s-- You can charge
as much as you want.

| want you to use it
for what you need, all right?

Need would mean
anything for the baby.

You know, whatever you--

Birth control
would be on the need list.

Okay.

Not stuff that you want.

Stuff that you want, you know,

would be pretty much anything

your boyfriend says he needs.

All right?
Okay.

Okay, | love you.
Love you too. Mwah.

Okay. Bye.

Bye.
Bye. Bye.

All right.

Hi, Franco.

Hey. Hey, Rich.

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

Is Nat all right?

She cries sometimes.

Oh, yeah?

Well, she’s not the only one.

So, what’s up?

She, uh--

What is it, Rich?

Hey, it’s all right,
man, you know?

Whatever it is,
you can tell me.

She has a new boyfriend.

We just broke up
four goddamn days ago, Richie.

Don’t--
Oh, this is bullshit, man.

They work together.

Oh, they work together.

Oh, that’s classic.

We break up four days ago.

All the history between us.

A goddamn marriage proposal

and she’s already latched on
to some asshole from her office?

Next time they have a date
| can show you where.

You'd do that for me, Rich?

| like you better.

Thanks, man.

H-hey, listen, I’m--
I’m sorry, all right?

I’m sorry for, like,
losing it on you.

Okay, that was--
That was way immature.

You shouldn't do shit
like that to people, okay?

That’s okay.

All right.

Now, listen,
go find out when and where

that next date is taking place
SO we Can spy on your sister.

Okay.

You're like the brother
| never had, Franco.

| love you.

Hey, man.

I’m gonna--
I’m gonna get back to work.

Okay.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Hey, you guys.

You guys hear
about Bobby the Beast?

What?

Once ate 14 cheeseburgers
and drank 17 beers

at 65 Truck’s fourth of July
barbeque without puking.

Thus the nickname.

Crazy bastard tried
to save some broad

who was already dead by using
himself as a battering ram.

Hey, guys.
What do we got?

Chicken Cordon Lou.

Oh, my God, my favorite.

LOU: Yeah.
Oh, wow.

As | was saying,
he broke through a wall,

broke his shoulder, they found
the two of them all burned up.

Two guys on his crew got
burned trying to pull him out.

| was a Chief over there.

Meshugeneh.
Yeah.

This is the crazy shit | was

trying to talk
to you about, Gavin.

Wow, it makes you think,
you know, about God.

Hey, pass the corn,
will you?

What are we,
shirts and skins?

LOU:
Yeah, apparently.

SHAWN:
Wow, the mayor’s finally
up in arms

about the racial situation
in the F.D.N.Y.

Says here once again only
2 percent of the new class

entering probie school are made
up of African-Americans. Shit.

| was the only brother
| saw when | walked through.

| was the only Jew
when | went through.

Mm.

| could tell you,
you can count on, uh,

one hand the number of Jews
in the department right now.

Heh, you Irish.

You got a lock on this job.

[CHUCKLES]

"You Irish"?

That’s what | said.
Yeah.

Like w-we take a different exam
than you took?

SHAWN:
He’s not saying that.
Come on, let’s be real.

Most of the guys down at HQ
and the academy, what are they?

Irish and Italian. Catholic.

And they’re the ones
who check off the grades

and decide who makes it in
just to take the physical exam,

and who grades
the written exam?

Probably the same guys.

I’m just saying.
You know what | mean?

Word.
Yeah, so what,

now it’s a, heh, goddamn plot?

Sean’s got a point,
you know?

Talk to him.
Which is?

Well, you know,
we talked about it,

like a million times
Puerto Rican-wise.

What percentage do we count
for in the department?

Like, 8?
Yeah, it’s better than 2.

TOMMY:
Uh-huh. Tell you what,

you guys want to go deep
on this bullshit,

| got you by
the goddamn balls, okay?

You know how many
African-Americans

I’ve saved in the course
of my career? Huh?

Ill tell you how many.

| don’t have a goddamn clue.

| never pulled up,
jumped off the rig

and asked, "Who," okay?

Homeless, rich, drunk, high,

or just plain goddamn stupid,

| didn’t give a shit.

You know,
you ever think that maybe

the reason there ain't
more Chinese and female

and black firefighters
is cause

maybe they just don’t
want the goddamn job.

Huh?

‘Cause it ain’t a job.

It’s a curse.

We get into it because
we want to make a difference.

And in a house like this,
you start making a difference

right away, right?
You know that, huh?

From the first night,
you go out on what?

Six, seven calls a night?

You start pulling them out
one by one, two by two,

all of a sudden you’re, like,
goddamn Noah, huh?

You're pulling out, uh,
tiny little Chinks,

and sweaty spics,
and lazy ass raisin heads,

and drunken Irish micks and
name the stereotype, we got it.

We pulled them out.

Meanwhile, what’s going on with
your family back home, right?

Nothing.

You’re too busy saving
utter and complete strangers.

You treat your family like
they’re in the back seat.

Heh.

And God? Heh.

There ain’t enough God
to go around in this job, boys.

So...

ultimately,

what are you left with?

You get a couple medals
on your chest.

| don’t even take those.

All | got is that scar
on my hip,

a scar on my ass

and all the shit
that’s bottled up in my head.

Yep.

Food, fire, and sex.

That’s pretty much
all | got boys.

Maybe time for a nap
in between.

You know, those nine guys
that gave their lives

in the line of duty
down at Charleston City?

| don’t even care
what color those guys were

because they were all
goddamn heroes to me.

Anybody else notice
that he never mentioned

kikes in the middle
of that speech?

| was too busy wondering if he
was going to eat the damn dish.

[LAUGH]

[DOOR SLAMS]

[SIGHS]

MAN:
Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou
amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

Twelve years of Catholic school
and you can’t remember

the shortest prayer they wrote.

| wish there was
a nun here right now.

Sister Agnes Catherine.

She’d kick your skinny
little Irish ass real good.

Hey, there. Good morning.

Hi. How’s it, uh--
How’s it going?

Fine.

You, um, must be the, uh--
The waitress from that, uh--

The soul food place, right?

A friend of my cousin Mike’s?

Latrina.

Latrina. Lovely.

Ah, Ken.

You take it black.

No, uh--
Yes |, uh, | do.

It's a lactose
kind of a mucous--

Not me, | like a little
cream in my coffee,

if you know what | mean.

You got any?

Yeah, | think, uh--
| think we do.

It should be on
the top shelf there.

So |, um--
| really should get going.

You may want
to stick around for a bit.

| make a whale of an omelet.

Oh, yeah, | bet you do

but | can’t, uh--
| can’t be late.

Your loss.
Okay.

Have a good day.

Yeah. Excuse me.

Have a good omelet.

[SIREN HOWLS]

Come on.

Hey, doesn’t that
look like the car

we pancaked the other day?

This thing’s built like a tank.

FRANCO:
Yeah, the Germans.

They’re nuts about safety.

What’s the big deal?

They got airbags
or something in there?

There’s airbags
all around in there.

It’s like Mariah Carey
meets Anna Nicole Smith.

They should put a nipple
on the inside of each door

and be done with it.

Gentlemen, we have a lovely

little Knickknack shop

that the owner probably torched

for the insurance cabbage.

Tommy, you and Lou
go in the front.

You guys grab black Sean

and head around the back,
all right?

You got it.

| got a little problem, pal.

Which is?
LOU: Hey, Joey the Jig.

Hey, Lou.
Hey.

Remember how | caught my

cousin Mike banging Theresa?

Yeah. Joey, see you later.

Well, you know he’s, like,
my favorite relative.

| mean, he’s more like
a brother than he is a cousin.

Not to mention the fact
that he gave me an out

from a relationship that
otherwise probably would have

have meant
my sex-related demise.

Because we're so close,
I’m figuring you know what?

I’m just gonna swallow it.

You know, let it be.
Let bygones be bygones.

The thing is, he’s kind of
banging this waitress now,

and | think it might be, like,
you know, a regular thing.

What?

Revenge sex.
No.

You're thinking
of having revenge sex.

Oh, you’re going to lie
to me about that now?

If I’m thinking about
having revenge sex,

may God strike me down now.

What you pushing me for?

Okay. All right.
Well, look. You know what?

Why shouldn't I?
Tit for tat.

Screw unto others
as they have screwed unto you.

TOMMY:
Hey.

Plus, Theresa was my girl,
all right?

And he crossed the definite,

unwritten, unspoken,
invisible line. Smitty!

TOMMY:
Hey, Smits, what’s up?

Listen, no question,
he broke the rule

that no man shall break,
all right?

When it comes
to ex-girlfriends,

we all know the rule, right?

Until the day she dies
or you die, anybody, even me,

if | saw her across
the street and | said hello

but | wanted to cross
and say something else,

I’ve gotta have
your permission in advance.

LOU:
Right, thank you,

because that is exactly
what | am thinking.

| Know. Hey. How you doing?
Hey, Handsome Jack.

Hey. Lieutenant,
how you doing?

Good to see you. pal.
Hey, how are you pal.

Tommy,
it’s good to see you.

Good to see you, man.

Did he have more work done?

Yeah, he had a couple
more skin grafts done

and | think the last one they
took a piece from his rear end

and attached it to his face.

So when he says kiss my ass--

Yeah, he really means it.

| think you should go ahead
and make the move.

You know, come on, life’s
too short. Look at him.

Yeah.
Yeah, | mean,

while you’ve got your looks.

That’s what I’m thinking.

There’s only one problem
though.

Which is what?
Well, she’s black.

Ooh. Are we talking
Halle Berry black,

or, like,
Jennifer Hudson black?

Aretha Franklin black.

Now, understand--
Oh, holy shit.

It’s nothing
against black women.

| they happen to be very,
very beautiful.

It’s not a racial thing at all.

TOMMY:
No, no, no. | mean,

nobody’s talking about

anybody’s skin
color or anything.

LOU: Exactly.
TOMMY: Let me ask you this.

Can she sing?
How the hell do | know?

Well, I’m just asking
because sometimes talent

in one area can overcome
or take the edge off

a lack of talent
in the other area.

Did | also mention
that she’s fat?

Oh, she’s fat.
Yeah.

How fat?

| mean, she’d have
to be able to sing,

dance, paint and figure skate
to take the edge off

and even then there’d
be a lot of edge left.

Okay,
well you know what?

You'd have to be
psychologically damaged

or, you know, maybe even
have a dent in your head

to even think about possibly
having sex with somebody

under those particular
circumstances.

You think?

Yeah, | think so.

I’m thinking
the sooner the better.

Yeah, maybe tomorrow.
You know what | mean?

Really get right back at him.

SEAN:
Hey guys.

TOMMY: Hey.
LOU: Hey guys.

SEAN:
Check it out.
Look what Sean found.

SEAN MURPHY:
Antique lamp, totally untouched

by the fire or the smoke.

What?
LOU: All right, three things.

This is private property,

which means
it belongs to someone,

which means it has memories
and emotions attached to it.

Could possibly
be a family heirloom.

Okay, second, taking
private property from the scene

of a fire,
damaged or not, okay,

is against, uh,
department regulations.

ALL:
Hm.

FRANCO:
What’s the Third thing, Lou?

It looks like the reading
lamp, uh, from a bedside table.

Which means there’s
probably another one

exactly like it,
lying around.

If you can find that
and bring it directly to me,

I’d appreciate it. Thank you.
SEAN MURPHY: Aha.

TOMMY:
You know, that’s going to look

real nice with that headboard
you got out of the furniture

warehouse fire last week.
It’s the fun side of arson.

And by the way,
Feinberg’s been making

a lot of noises
about you lately.

Okay, what kind of noises?
Like, transfer noises.

| mean,
the guy thinks you’re a nut,

he thinks you’re unstable,
we all know that.

Blah, blah, blah.

But what he’s really pissed

at is the whole daughter

not getting touched thing.

Okay, how many times
do | have to say it?

The daughter is completely--

LOU:
She’s completely insane.

she’s completely crazy.
Yes.

But, Tommy, it’s a problem
we can easily fix.

How?
You take her out one more time.

Okay? You pour, like,
two or three drinks

in her and y-you cop a feel.

TOMMY:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Cop a feel?

You give her
a little kiss here,

a little kiss there,
a little squeezy,

squeezy, squeezy and a little
tit action, you know,

you feel her up a little bit,

bing, bang, boom.
Done deal.

Bing, bang, boom?

Look, | meant that metaphor--
You know--

More in the lines of, like,
dropping her home

than sexual intercourse.

Oh, okay, okay, okay.

Now, define "a little”,

when it comes to, you know--

I’m talking about, you know,

a little finger action.

Finger action?

Well, what do you want
me to say?

Third base, okay?
Well--

You want to get transferred?
No.

Then use your head and use
your fingers a little bit.

Okay, okay, okay.

JACK:
Hey guys, look what | found.

Hey, present from
me to you, Jack.

Thanks, Lou.

You’re welcome.
All right, pal.

Oh, Christ, are you
sure that’s his ass

because there’s a part
of his chin right here

that looks a little bit like--

Scrotum.
Scrotum, | know, | know.

See the thing is,
| don’t like to think

of it that way
because it’s too creepy.

So, what | like to do
is imagine that they grafted

some other part
of his body over there.

LOU: Elbow.
Elbow? That’s what we'll do.

Elbow skin.
Elbow skin.

That’s what it looks like.

By the way, Elbow Skin...
Yeah.

Not a bad name for a band.

| think it is the name
of a band.

All right, is this a keeper?

That is a keeper
if ’ve ever seen one.

Oh Jesus Christ,
| just saw the scrotum again.

Walk it off. Walk it off.
It was an accident. Oh...

The TPS reports.

Thanks.

So, what did you have
to buy Colleen

to get this address
out of her?

Hi.

Anew Car.

Wait, if you--
If you’d seen the shit box

that she was taking
the goddamn baby out in--

Hey, shh. Language.
Oh, sorry.

Okay, | don’t want you here.

This is a fresh start for me

and | do not need this bullshit.

Shh. Language.

You're sleeping
with your new boss

and you don’t want
me to come in, right,

because you don’t want him
comparing himself t--

MAN: Hi, Janet.
Oh, hi, uh, Bob.

Uh, this is
my ex-husband, uh--

Tommy.
Uh, Tommy. Sorry.

Um, Bob, Tommy.
Hi.

How you doing?

Janet, here are the specs

on that new boutique building.

Okay.
Digest that, I'll run over

it all with you after lunch.
Great. Thanks.

Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.

Don’t get cocky.

I’m not getting cocky.

You know, | assume that you
not only got the address

from Colleen
but you also finagled

the fact that | have
a boyfriend named Bob.

Yes, but Colleen--
She lied about--

Yeah, well, that’s not
the Bob that I’m sleeping with.

Uh, this is.
What?

Hey.
Hi, uh, Bob,

this is uh, my ex,
Tommy Gavin.

Tommy, how you doing?
Hi, how are you.

J, we’ve got a showing
in 10 minutes.

Yeah.

She’s taken to this job

like she was born to it.

She’s a natural.
Yeah.

Ready when you are.
Okay, let me check my desk.

Nice to meet you, Tommy.

| really admire what you do.

Keeping the world safe
for the rest of us schmucks.

J, 5 minutes?

Yeah.

What'd you tell him about me?

Don’t.

You know, | could--

| could be wearing
a suit like that too

if | wanted to spend
my money on myself,

but I’d prefer
to spend my money--

Our money on us.

On you and me and the kids.

Here you go, okay?
What’s that?

It’s a credit card.

N-no, | don’t want it.

No, | want you to have this

in case there’s anything--

An emergency.
No, | don’t want

any of Sheila’s money.

Does it say Sheila Keefe
on there?

It says Janet Gavin, okay?

It’s not-- It’s not
a loan, it’s our money.

She’s over the baby thing,
the whole nine yards,

so just take it.
What,

she has no interest in Wyatt?

Wyatt. Okay, we’re changing
the baby’s name.

Did you see the reviews for
the latest Kevin Costner thing?

The corporate killer
Mr. Brooks thing?

His name is Wyatt. Forever.

Even Bob seems to love it.

Which Bob?
The short, uh, balding Bob?

Or, big, tall, handsome,
I’m-banging-your-wife Bob.

Huh?

The thing--
His eyes, th-those are--

They call them
cat’s eye lenses.

Chicks wear ’em, okay?
Modeling chicks.

That's the first time |
ever saw a guy wear them.

That’s what you got.
And he’s got husky-dog eyes.

Ow.

Go. Go.
Go.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Yeah.
Hey, what are you doing?

Nothing, why?
What are you doing?

Ah, the same.

Oh, cool.

So, you know, just, ah,
calling to check

in and see
how you're doing.

You all right?

Uh, | don’t know, man.

You know, I-| sometimes--

It’s almost been a year now
and-- And | haven't had a drop

and, yeah,
do | have a clear head?

Yeah, | have a clear head.
Do | have clarity?

Yeah, but, you know,

what else do | have
to show for it?

You know what | mean?
Nothing.

What do you mean,
"nothing to show for it"?

You're clean.
You're living an honest life.

What are you so afraid of?

l--I’m not afraid of--
Wh-What--

I’m not afraid of anything.
Bullshit.

You're waking up honest
and with clarity and with

full Knowledge of what you said
and you did the night before.

Huh?
You want to feel the other way?

| tell you what, take a hammer

and hit yourself
three full good shots

in the side of your head
when you wake up

in the morning and see how
that feels, all right?

You're right.
You know, |’m-- I’m--

I’m glad you called.
| me-- I-I’m serious.

Y-you helped me.
You know. You're right.

Yeah, not a problem.

All right.

[CROWD CHATTERING]

[BEEPS]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Hey.
Hey, how you doing?

Um, the knee’s
still really sore,

but, you know, | feel better.

A-a lot better.
Yeah?

What are you doing?

Um, nothing, jus--
Just chillin’.

Doing what?
Nothing.

You're moping, aren’t you?

No,
I-I’m not moping.

Yeah, y-you’re having
a giant mope fest

over there, aren’t you?

No, I-l was just...reading.

You're reading.

That guarantees me
that you’re moping.

All right? Here’s what
| want you to do.

When they were bringing me
down at the fire escape

the other night by your place,

| noticed down the block

there’s a bar/café thing.

| want you to put away
the ice cream.

Yeah, | know
you're eating ice cream, yeah.

That which guarantees again,
moping.

| want you to put on
something nice,

go down there a-and meet
somebody. All right?

Preferably a girl.

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

l-| got another call coming in.

Bye.

Yeah?

You busy tonight?

I’m-- I’m working
at the fire house.

Why?
Literally?

| only need you
for about three minutes.

Yeah, well, | Know but it’ll
take me 45 to get over there

and another 45 to get back.
| really-- | can’t do it.

Can I--
Can | take a rain check?

Egh.

All right, pal.

Here.

Here, ready?

[WHIMPERS]

Ready?

| want you to fetch, all right?

Fetch, ready?
One, two, three, go.

Get it. Look.
Look-- Look at the ball.

See the kid chasing the ball?

Dogs have been
doing this for ages

with their owners, pal.

Thank you, appreciate it.

Charlie.

Charlie.

Ch--

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Ugh, whatever.

Hello?

It’s me.

Hey, how you doing?

We uh, kind of been missing
you at the family meetings.

Yeah, I'll bet.

Listen, | need to talk to you.

Go ahead, talk away. | got
nothing but time right now.

What?
No, no, no.

In person. Face to face.
Why?

Because I’m your
goddamn father, that’s why.

Meet me at Hanrahan’s.
The bar?

No. The synagogue.

Asshole. Be here within
an hour and come alone.

All right, nice talking to you.

Hey, what do you got?

Hey. Come here.

Oh, Jesus. Egh.

Well, it’s a start.

Come on.

Come on. Drop it.
Drop it. Drop it.

Drop it.

So you-- You quit drinking?

Shh, shh, shh.
It’s between me and you, huh?

Yeah, | know.

Ten days now.

And you decide to quit
while you’re sitting,

every day apparently,
here in Hanrahan’s bar?

Three feet away
from every conceivable

imaginable type of booze?

You sit here all day drinking

coffee and tea
and this is how--

How you test yourself?

You gotta face your fears, kid.

Look them straight in the eye.

| spent 60 some odd years
belting down the booze.

| might as well try
my last 15 or so sober.

See what it’s like.

You're planning on living
to be, like, 97 years old?

Why not?

My dad did.
Uh-huh.

Listen.
I’m doing this my way.

So...why did you
ask me down here?

| want you to tell me
about what you guys

are talking about
in the meeting, you know?

Just so | can you, know,
kind of, like, compare notes.

W-We'’re talking about God.

God?

Yeah, you know.

Faith.

Christ.

Yeah, well, | Know how you
feel about those two.

The great all powerful God.

Where was God when | landed
on a beach in Normandy and

every other guy was
getting his head blown off?

When | had to fight off
those five Nazis.

Fighting for my life with
only a rock in my bare hands?

Where was God then, huh?

Don’t talk to me about God.

As far as I’m concerned,
God was your mother.

The way she raise you kids,
the love she showed you.

The way she helped you
overcome all the stuff

that scared
the shit out of you.

The height thing,
the bee thing,

your mother was a saint.

What heights thing?
I’m not afraid of heights.

What are you talking about?

I’m a goddamn fireman
for Christ’s sake.

I’m up on the ladder or in the
bucket every other goddamn day.

No, not now. Thanks to her.

Christ, she couldn’t even

put you in the highchair.

But sh-she cured you.

She took you up on the roof,
and held you over the side

and tickled you with her nose.

Next thing you know,

you were begging her

to throw you up in the air.

What was the bee thing?

You were
deathly afraid of them.

You used to wear
a wool hat in the summer

so they wouldn’t
bite you on the head.

| don’t think
you ever got over that.

Oh, there’s one now.

Where?

[LAUGHS]

Gotcha.

[LAUGHING]

[CHURCH BELL CLANGS]

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

[WHISPERS]
Hello?

Hello.
Shh.

Wh-Why do | gotta be quiet for?

[WHISPERS]
Hang on.

Done, okay.

Now | can talk.

| was just wondering
what’s up with Elvis.

You know,
c-can | tell you one thing?

The Elvis thing,
that name has to go. Okay?

Because-- | mean, by the time
he gets to high school,

kids are gonna
be dropping drugs at his feet

and peanut butter--
Fried peanut butter sandwiches.

Okay?
Elvis is evergreen, asshole.

It’s like Jesus.
It’s a sacred name.

It’s not like Jesus.
It’s nothing like Jesus.

I-| got the baby coming
back in a couple of days

and then basically it’s just
you and me sharing him.

Yay.

Yeah. By the way, you, uh--

What floor are you on now?

| live on the Fifth floor, why?

What about w-window guards?

You got window guards
and things

out there on t-the terrace?

W--
The kid can barely sit up.

How’s he going to make
it out to the terrace?

All right,
he starts sitting up.

Next thing you know he sees

a bird he wants to touch

and he goes out there,

seconds later he’s bouncing off

the roof of a taxi, okay?

Eric Clapton’s kid?

Does that ring a bell, huh?

Oh, okay. Well,

l’Il get some window guards.

You’re sure
it’s the fifth floor

because it seemed awfully
much higher than that

the last time | was there.

| think | Know
what floor | live on,

you big dipshit.

Anywho,
so day after tomorrow?

Yeah, yeah.

I’m so excited,
| can’t wait.

All right,
I'll talk to you later. Bye.

[WHISPERS]
Jesus Christ. Unbelievable.

WOMAN:
Bless me father
for | have sinned.

It has been three days
since my last confession.

These are my sins.

Um...

| took the name
of the lord in vain 67 times.

| was envious
of my neighbor Shirley

and her new boyfriend, Sal.

| stole the newspaper from

Shirley’s doorstep one morning

and | had impure thoughts
while | was watching

last week’s episode
of According to Jim.

Father?

I’m sorry.

| won’t watch
that show any more.

Well, um, no--

[CLEARS THROAT]

God wants you to watch the--

| don’t think
he cares about t-the show.

| think you should, uh--

Just cut down on t-the name

in vain thing
and the stealing thing

is probably not a good idea.

And uh...

just, you know, say, um--
Say, um, the Hail Mary.

| think th--
Say, uh, one Hail Mary.

Actually, just say
the last part of the Hail Mary.

The last couple of lines
of the Hail Mary.

Holy Mary, Mother of God.

Pray for us sinners now

and at the hour of our death,

amen.

At the hour of our death. Shit.

What?
What?

Huh?
W-What?

Huh? Um, you're all set.

That’s it?
Yep.

That’s, uh, total ab--
Absolution.

Stay away from the name thing

and the stealing thing
and you'll be...golden.

Amen.
All right, see you.

Oh, uh, the, uh--

It’s broke.

[GLASS CLINKING IN BAG]

Ugh.

Ahh.

MAN [ON TV]:
...Richardson has moved
to the point guard...

... passes to Curry
...guarded by Haywood--

Nice spin move by Curry.

Stops at about 8--
And puts it in...

Ah.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[BAND PLAYING ROCK MUSIC]

[ALL CHEERING]

MAN [ON TV]:
...New York up by 12.

Daniels brings
it in for Washington...

Needs some help...
crosses half court...

.. Stops at
the three point line,

looks to his left,
finds Butler in the quarter...

Buy me a drink.

Yeah.

Totally. What--

What are you drinking?

I’m having a bourbon.

Bourbon, okay.
Mm-hmm.

Hey, I’m--

I’m sorry, bartender.
BARTENDER: Yeah?

Could | get
a bourbon for the lady?

You're really super cute,
do you know that?

You have this
boyishness about you.

Really?
Mm-hm.

You have really soulful eyes.

Thanks.

Ah, well,
what do you think of me?

Oh, y-you...you’re slamming.

Yeah?
Yeah. You're totally hot.

Well, thank you, sweetie pie.

[BOTH GIGGLE]

How’d you like to get in on

a little
mother-daughter action?

Wow.

Let’s go.

MAN [ON TV]:
...Daniels gets free...

[BOTTLE CLATTERS ON FLOOR]

...puts it up
and gets blocked by...

Agh.

...that’s okay.
Washington gets it back...

MAN 2:
That’s Curry’s second block
on Haywood...

Oh, this could be a problem.

...with ten seconds
on the shot...

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

So do you want a drink first

or, uh, do you wanna
just get right to it?

Well, I-l guess w-we should
j-just get right to it, right?

Okay.
Yeah.

WOMAN:
Ma, you still up?

MOTHER:
Well, well,

he’s delicious.

[SIREN HOWLING]

Here’s a new one, boys.

We got a window washer
hanging off a broken scaffold

on the side of a building.

How high up are we talking?

Only 35 floors.

| thought those guys

are supposed to work in pairs.

Yeah, well, bachelor number two

took a nosedive
and kissed the curb.

Guess the curb
didn’t kiss back, huh?

[SIRENS HOWLING]

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
Attention all
responding units...

And Humpty Dumpty
had a great fall.

NEEDLES:
He just lost points
on his landing.

Let’s go, ladies.

All right, what do we got?

He just
regained consciousness.

He keeps reaching for
that rope, he’s going to loosen

the knot and join his buddy
on the pavement.

NEEDLES:
Jesus Christ.
Gavin, you’re up.

FRANCO:
Hey, I'll go with you, Tom.

NEEDLES:
Negative. That thing
won’t take the weight.

Come on, Tommy, let’s go.

[MAN SCREAMING OUTSIDE]

Right, uh...

MAN [SCREAMING]:
Help me!

Come on, he’s not gonna
make it much longer.

Get out there.

Ugh.

MAN:
Oh, God. Help.

Oh, sh--

NEEDLES:
Come on, Tommy. Today.
Let’s go.

MAN:
Ah! Ah. Please. Help me!

Hey, asshole.
Stop shaking it.

God. Oh... Whoo.

NEEDLES:
Come on, what’s the hold up,
Tommy? Move.

All right. Hang on.
[SCAFFOLD CREAKS]

Ah...

[MAN SCREAMS]

Mother of God.
Oh, shit.

Pray for us sinners...

now...

and in the hour
of our death, amen.

Okay.

[MAN YELLS]

Here | come, pal.

Easy.

Okay...here comes a rope.
Oka--

You ready?
Yeah.

You got it?
Yeah.

Holy, shit.
NEEDLES: All right.

Bring him in smooth, Tommy.
Don’t rock it.

TOMMY:
Come on.

You got it?

[GRUNTS]

NEEDLES:
That's it. That's it.

[GRUNTING]

[SHUDDERS]

Thank you.

All right.
Ah.

NEEDLES:
Get him in now before
the rig goes, Tommy, come on.

Boys, take a hole.

Jesus Christ.

You okay?

Okay, let’s get inside now.

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING}]
Don’t look down.

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