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MAN: Previously on Rescue Me...

-Hiya, guys. -Hey, what do you say, man...

Gavin, have a drink with us.

-Yeah, come on. -No, no, no. I'm all right.

-Then try this. -No, I'm fine.

What's with these guys?

LOU: They showed up for the shift like that.

Think the party's been going on for, like, three days.

Cunningham, hey. How are you doing, pal?

-You all right? -(Groans)

(Man Grunting)

-(Police Siren Wailing) -(Police radio chattering Indistinctly)

TOMMY: You all right?

-ls Nat all right? -She has a new boyfriend.

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

Oh, here she comes.

FRANCO: This is the guy? Oh, my God, you gotta be shittin' me.

This is a joke. How about | walk over there and pound Ashton Kutcher's face in?

Hey, your new girlfriend came here looking for you. Feinberg's daughter?

-You take her out again. -(STUTTERS) I'm not doing it.

It's the right thing to do for your relationship with Feinberg.

| mean, you take her out, you give her a little kiss, give her a little feel.

Make her, you know, think that you're interested.

You know, I'm on medication right now.

I'm what you call bipolar.

Listen, that card... You can charge as much as you want.

| want you to use it for what you need.

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.

One night in the not-too-distant future,

my cousin Mike and | are gonna take you out drinking.

And if we notice that you like to drink and get drunk,

and drink to excess,

and if you pass the Shea cousins drinking exam,

then you will be called an alcoholic.

Wow, okay, you're on.

Hey, so "excess" is, like, how many Long Island Iced Teas,

(Grunts)

SEAN: Come on, shake it off. Let's go.

When | first started playing with Tommy, he used to make me feel like that, man.

But, | learned his, like, weak points, you know.

TOMMY: Look at that. Black Shawn talking to Mike.

Me and you, we're... We're a lot alike, you know?

-You'd say we were like bros? -We like brothers.

What'd you say to Black Shawn before?

You know | wouldn't say anything bad, Tommy.

Here. Hey, come on.

Here. Hey, come on.

[CLICKS TONGUE]

Here.

MAN: Hey, kid.

Hey.

Crew wanted to welcome you aboard.

Top shelf.

Well, next to top shelf.

We’re between paychecks.

Holy shit.

Thanks, man.

That’s one of the nicest things anyone ever gave me.

Booze. The gift that gives back.

Hey.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Uh, | was just filling out some paperwork stuff.

Cool.

What’s the bottle?

Yeah.

From the guys.

Right. Yeah.

Those guys, uh...

They like to drink while they work, huh?

Yeah, they’re old school, you know?

Right. No, they-- T-t-they’re good.

They have a kind of a rep, though. You know, these--

You gotta keep your eye on that, you know?

Ha, ha. That’s funny coming from you, Tom.

I’m not trying to be funny, Mike.

I’m just trying to say...

I’m not your probie anymore, Tom.

| know you're not a probie anymore.

I’m just trying to give you a little friendly advice.

Okay, thanks.

Well--

[DOOR CLOSES]

Hey. Hey!

What’s going on? Hey.

How are you doing? Good.

| was just in the neighborhood.

| ran into Mike the probie.

He said you were still here.

Oh, yeah. Just filling out some paperwork.

| thought you might want a ride home.

No, | can't. | gotta get this thing. | nev--

Me and paperwork, you Know.

Probie smells like, uh, cheap whiskey.

| Know. And by the way, you can’t call him "probie" anymore,

now that he’s graduated. So...

How about you? What?

You're not drinking? No, I’m not drinking.

That’s, that crew, you know?

They’re trying to-- They’re old school.

Yeah, well, you been there done that, huh?

Yeah.

So, what do you say? You want to make a regular meeting?

No family except me? | got to be hon--

| really don’t think I’m ready for, uh, normal alcoholics yet.

You know what | mean?

No finger-pointing, no screaming, no yelling,

no fist fights. | mean, I’d just be bored shitless.

Alrighty. | gotta finish this stuff.

No, | hear you. Uh, | asked.

Right.

I'll see you.

Hey, let me, uh-- Can | ask you something?

Yeah.

Uh, | was watching one of these, you know, religious channel--

Just flipping through. --things.

Yeah? What? Wait.

So | see this, uh, preacher and he’s talking about--

Telling sort of how when he saw the light.

And then he starts taking, like, aq and a thing

with, like, the audience. Yeah.

Um, the flock.

And these people-- Six or seven people got up

and told their story about how they saw the light and then--

Anyways, eventually they’re all singing that

"| saw the light" song.

Yes. Spielberg, uh, you know,

ripped off God with the bright light thing.

Okay, you know what? What’s you’re point?

My point is that you’re just so goddamn blind sometimes.

To what? To what?

God’s been giving you signs for the past six years,

and you’ve been too drunk or too angry

or too crazy to see anything. I’m not drunk anymore.

No, seriously. Open up your eyes, moron.

My eyes are open. I’ve been sober for, uh--

Oh, you think so, huh? Yeah.

You walked out of the towers alive.

That would be number one. Oh, th--

Not to mention you’ve been having conversations

with our dead cousin for the past, what, six years?

If that’s not a sign, | don’t know what is.

Okay. You don’t think that--

| haven’t gone down on my knees

and asked for one more conversation with Jimmy?

You don’t think Sheila’s done that?

No, but he comes to you over and over.

Jimmy came to see me again,

and told me he’s not coming to see me anymore.

Oh, he’s not? Yeah, | got a new guy now.

Then maybe that’s a sign. Yeah, | got a new guy.

The reason that | know he’s kind of really showing up to me--

Yeah? He, uh--

You want to talk about signs?

He came and talked to me about the Hail Mary.

How about that? And you know that’s like--

| have a big problem with that--

What?

Oh, God.

Hey, baby. Hey.

Mike went out to clean the boat again.

We got the whole afternoon to destroy each other.

We need to have a little chat.

No, we need to chow down and get it on.

What's this?

Spinach triangle ravioli stuffed with creamed fava beans

and smothered in a brandy and lobster sauce.

You’re a cruel woman, you know that?

Come on, you know you want it.

Look, I’m-- I’m having some trouble with this, Latrina.

You know, | just don’t think | have the stomach for it anymore.

Oh, | think you do.

You know what I’m talking about.

You know, |’m Irish. It’s the whole guilt thing.

| mean, Mike is my cousin. He’s family.

That’s why they call them guilty pleasures.

Whether it’s food or good loving,

without the guilt,

the pleasure’s just not the same.

Come on. Just take one little bite.

| can’t. | can’t.

Hey, if you can’t, you can't.

Well, what are you doing?

Cleaning up this mess. Wait a minute.

Why are you throwing the triangle ravioli

with creamed fava beans smothered in

lobster and brandy sauce away?

Don’t do that!

Don’t do what?

Please, don’t throw it away?

| don’t throw it away, what you gonna do for me?

Mm-hm.

[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

Ils it safe to stay? J ~C’mon, c’mon f

? Was it right to leave? J ~C’mon, c’mon J

< Will | ever learn? I ~C’mon, c’mon f

~ C’mon, c’mon C’mon, c’mon J

[SIRENS WAILING]

Guys.

| think we got some whack job surfing the rig.

What?

| saw someone on the back of the rig.

Come on, Lar. You're losing it.

There nothing back there but exhaust fumes.

Chuck, we carrying any unwanted passengers back there?

MAN: We’re catching up.

There.

| thought | saw someone, Lar. | can’t be sure.

Uh, chief, do us a favor and drop back.

| thought | saw somebody on the back of the rig.

Copy. Goddamn thrill seekers.

Mike, slow down so we can check it out.

You're clean, Larry.

You sure, Chief? |, uh...

could’ve swore | saw somebody.

| said you’re clean, Larry.

Either you’re out of your mind

or you shook him on the last corner.

Copy.

Hey, chief, where’s the fire?

Hey, sorry to disappoint you, boys.

Looks like you’re going home clean. False alarm.

MAN: False alarm, guys. Back to quarters.

MAN: Come on, Dave. Let’s go.

Looks like somebody better ease off the firewater, huh?

Hey.

Hi.

Pauly told me you were out here waiting, so...

| Know you know I’m seeing somebody.

| caught you spying the other day.

You and Richie aren't exactly the A-Team.

Funny.

Now you’ve softened me up with some humor,

you want to cut the chase?

| have to go away. Just for a week or so.

I’ve got some interviews lined up in Chicago.

Congratulations. Have a safe flight.

Franco.

[SIGHS]

Can you look after Richie for me?

Why don’t you have your little hipster boyfriend do it?

Richie loves you.

| Know he doesn’t feel comfortable with anybody else.

Then he can stay at the center.

Well, | would, but he’s been talking about

wanting to marry that Barbara girl in the wheelchair.

I’m worried they’re gonna run off together.

Seeing as how she can’t walk,

they probably won't get too far.

[SIGHS]

Franco, please?

Look, | don’t want him to make any mistakes.

What, like we almost made?

You know, you got a lot of goddamn nerve

coming here asking me for a favor now.

Well, fine. Then don’t do it for me.

Do it for Richie.

You care about him, right?

You want what’s best for him.

[SIGHS]

So these interviews--

| mean, what, you're gonna be moving?

I’m exploring my options.

Right.

There are some good things in Chicago.

But there are some good things here in New York.

Like you.

Oh, here comes the butter.

It’s not butter.

Look, | wanted to get married.

| thought we would spend the rest of our lives together,

but right now | can’t tell you what | want anymore. I--

So I’m gonna go to Chicago. I’m gonna...

take some time, and I’m gonna figure that out.

But for that to happen, | need you to look after Richie.

Please?

[SIGHS]

When are you leaving?

Tomorrow.

Yeah, all right.

I'll pick him up from the center after my shift.

Happy?

| still think about you.

Me and you.

Our thing.

[DOOR CLOSES]

So I’m not even gonna try to talk this time.

Weill just--

| brought Fresca with me. So it’s like--

| don’t know. What?

--five minutes tops?

Oh!

Okay, three minutes. We'll go three.

Who is she?

She?

The girl that you had dinner with in SoHo the other night.

My friend Alex is a waitress there,

and just so you know,

| have eyes and ears all over the city.

You can’t get away with anything.

Okay. And | know that

you were kissing her

and | know that you felt her up.

Feeling her up? Who said | was feeling her up?

Ow. That hurt.

| was not-- Okay, let me explain.

Let me explain, okay?

It’s gonna sound strange, but it’s true.

My new chief at the firehouse, h-h-he’s Jewish.

What was that?

’m a Jew. Okay.

Well, | didn’t know that. Ugh.

Listen to me. Listen. Listen.

What? What? Why am | even explaining myself?

It’s not like this is like a relationship.

Like, you know, we-- Oh.

This this isn’t a relationship?

Hmm. Yeah, w-- No.

It’s like a booty call. That’s what it is.

And you're complaining about this?

Yeah, | know. | know it sounds weird, but--

You know, most guys would think that is

the perfect relationship.

[SCOFFS]

Y-you want a Fresca?

Yeah?

MAN: Is this Thomas Gavin?

Yeah.

Hi, I’m calling about your MasterCard debit account.

There are some charges we need to verify on the card you have

in Colleen Gavin’s name.

Yeah?

Okay, there’s a charge for $2066 to The Noise Room,

and another charge for 5475 to Gerstein Jewelers.

Holy shit.

It’s a recording studio down in the Bowery, okay?

Tony wanted to lay down some acoustic stuff,

but he didn’t have money for session time,

so, you know, | told him he could use the card.

He’s gonna pay me back though.

TOMMY: He’s gonna pay me back, is what you mean.

Whatever.

What about this jewelry store charge?

What jewelry store charge?

Never mind.

Did he buy me a ring?

ll tell you, if he bought you a ring,

I’m buying a gun, okay?

Dad...

I'll call you back later.

Shit.

He had all kinds of piercings.

Eyebrow, nose, ears, lip.

He looked like all the guys who come into this store.

Really? Oh, he was wearing

a Fake Baby Head T-shirt. That’s the guy. That’s the guy.

Okay, here it is.

An anklet for 39.99

and a ring for 5400 and change.

Jesus Christ, what was--? Did she like the ring?

| don’t know. Was it a wedding ring?

No, it doesn’t say. How do you not know?

That’s an expensive ring. You know what?

What? We sell all kinds of rings.

Engagement rings, wedding rings.

Can | help you with anything else,

‘cause | have a Frappuccino waiting for me.

Oh, really? Yeah, you can help me.

Next time a guy comes in with a Fake Baby Head T-shirt

and a bunch of rings attached to his nose and his eyebrows

and he wants to buy an ankle thing,

maybe you should check the name on the credit card

before you sell it to him. How about that?

Okay, maybe | will.

Yeah, w-- Have a good day.

| hope your Frappuccino’s cold.

WOMAN: It’s supposed to be cold.

[DOOR OPENS]

TOMMY: Hey. MAN: Hey.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Is, uh, Tony around?

He’s recording right now.

[SIGHS]

Excuse me. Hey.

He’s so talented.

He writes all his own songs.

Who?

Tony.

You know he can’t even read music?

[FLATLY] Really?

WOMAN: Yeah.

But neither could John Lennon, by the way.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah.

[QUIETLY] Where’s Mark David Chapman when you need him?

Hm? What?

What'd you say?

Nothing.

Is this, uh--? I’m sorry. Is this...

one of Tony’s guitars?

That one.

This one? Thank you. The acoustic.

TONY: Hey! Whoa, man!

Whoa! Chillax, man! What are you doing?

That guitar cost me a lot of money.

Whoa, whoa! Come on! Augh!

MAN: Take it easy, man.

TOMMY: My daughter’s credit card.

Yo! You roll up $5000--

What are you talking about? That engagement ring

or whatever it is.

I’m telling you. All right!

You are not gonna marry my daughter.

There’s no way in hell--!

I’m not gonna marry your daughter.

What are you talking about? All right, listen.

What? | got her--

| bought the ring for Janelle here.

Look, we met a couple weeks ago and we just-- | don’t know.

It’s been bliss, man. Can you understand? Like--

Is that...the ring?

Yes.

So you’re marrying her? Yeah.

Yeah. We’re in love.

Look, | was gonna tell Colleen. | just...didn’t get back.

Cool. Congratulations, man.

I’m really happy for you.

That’s awesome.

That’s great. All right.

All right, guys. Well, good luck.

And, uh, hey, | hope you have kids.

That’s great.

See you later. Hope the record comes out good too.

You know...

the vice-principal of this place

happens to be a very close friend of mine,

and he was nice enough to open his doors to us

and allow us to have our family meeting here.

We’re gonna have to pass the basket, you know?

Come up with enough money to cover the damages.

No more questions, okay?

No more suggestions. Just keep your hands down.

MICK: Listen up.

From now on, everybody goes back to regular meetings.

MICK: All of us, okay?

All of us, and | include myself,

are not allowed to attend meetings together for--

| don’t know. Let’s say three years.

EDDIE: | just want to say one thing.

You know, if sarcasm is a character flaw

then | might as well go buy a gun,

shoot myself in the head right now.

Yeah, well, sarcasm is not just a character flaw.

| told you, it’s a trigger to set off

one of my character flaws,

which is a tendency towards violence.

What do you want me to do?

Stop being sarcastic!

Stop sucker-punching people that say something funny.

My weight problem is funny to you?

| have a bad heart.

| could drop dead right now.

So go ahead. You’d lose 265 pounds in a second.

Stop!

Just stop!

Yeah?

Tom?

It just so happens that sarcasm and violence

are both triggers for me, so--

You know, what am | supposed to do here? You know?

Yeah, thank you.

Just for the record, and because it's a program of honesty,

he really weighs 268, actually.

He does? Yeah.

God, he wears it so well. | know, right?

Yeah, daddy. Daddy needs his medicine.

Let’s get this party started, huh, boys? Whoo!

Yeah, this should be a real early evening.

It kinda smells like stale beer in here.

That’s ’cause it’s a bar.

You wanna smell candles and hair gel

go down to Bungalow 8 with the rest of the posers.

Wow. You guys eat something before you joined us?

We had a couple burgers at the Bistro.

Perfect.

It’s good to have some food in your belly.

This way when the puking starts you got something to, you know,

heave up instead of the lining of your stomach.

We'll have more tips as the night goes on,

like, um, advanced urinal puking techniques.

| don’t mean to burst your bubble, boys,

but | don’t need any tips, okay?

I’m full-blown as it is.

Full blown beer queer, maybe.

Who you calling beer queer, pal?

Yeah, and what is that, by the way?

What is that? That’s one of these guys

who talks a good game and then starts drinking

and then he says, "Oh, | love you so much."

You know? Then he has another couple of beers

and before you know it he’s like,

"Ugh. Oh, | love you, man."

Look, pal, I’m not a beer queer, okay?

| mean, if anything, I’m a...

I’m a beer steer, all right? So you better watch yourself.

You'll get a couple of horns shoved up your ass.

[LAUGHS] Wow.

Steers are the ones with horns, right?

| don’t know, dude.

You know what | say?

| say we stop this idiocy

and stop talking and, uh, start drinking.

All right. All right, yeah.

That’s what I’m talking about.

Down the hatch. Here we go. Ready?

Set?

Oh! Yeah.

Holy Christ.

( dance music playing )

Man, | never thought these words would cross my lips,

but I’m definitely getting too old for this shit, B.

What shit is that?

This shit, you know?

This place. These people.

| mean, what are they trying to prove?

Well, that guy over there,

he’s trying to prove that his joint still gets hard.

It doesn’t.

And that dude over there,

he’s trying to prove that people like him

for more than his money.

They don't.

Yeah, well, what about us?

You know, what are we trying to prove?

| ain’t trying to prove shit.

I’m here cause the music is thumping

and the bitches is bumping.

Okay, well, me then. All right?

If you were standing here and | was another one of these humps

what would you say | had to prove.

Oh, that you don’t give two shits about Natalie

and you can still get your dick wet.

You're good. | know this.

Get me another drink. All right.

All right.

Listen, listen, listen. | was-- | was wrong about you, okay?

lf | were a steer, and a steer was the one with horns,

| would never stick them up your ass.

| would never do that to you.

And as a matter of fact, | Know that | just met you,

but | just-- | think--

| think that you and | should be best friends, okay?

What did | tell you? Beer queer.

He’s reached level two in record time.

That’s not a good sign.

There’s no levels. There’s no levels.

| don’t even...whoa.

Level three, coming up.

She’s a real prize, man. Go talk to her.

Yo, I-| don’t know. She’s really pretty.

Anybody that claims to have a drinking problem

has gotta pick up a broad in a bar

and bring her home and have drunken, uninhibited,

naked, bar sex.

She’s a total skank, dude.

Hey! Ow.

Watch how you talk about the lady.

What’s the matter with you?

You wouldn't know a lady if she sat on your face.

Jackass.

| saw her checking you out when you came in.

Mm? Oh, yeah.

All right. I’m going in.

I’m going in. Attaboy, Sean.

Don’t her looks intimidate you.

You’re the man.

Hi. Hi.

[Pre]

[MOANING]

Oh, baby.

[MOANS]

[CHUCKLES]

[WOMAN LAUGHS]

[GROANS]

Good morning.

Good morning.

Hi.

Hi. Hey, uh, lady.

How you doing? You're so silly.

Yeah, that’s me.

Is Captain Happy awake?

Uh, no, actually Captain Happy is very sleepy.

Oh, no, | think Captain Happy is awake.

No, you know-- Oh, my God look at the time.

You know what? | gotta get to work. It’s so late.

| really should, uh--

Ooh.

Make yourself comfortable, and we'll get together.

Oh. Should | leave my number?

SEAN: Yes, definitely.

I'll leave my number.

SEAN: Okay.

[SIGHS]

[SIRENS WAILING]

You okay, ma’am?

[WOMAN COUGHS]

All right, let’s go this way.

Hey, Cunningham, take her down.

Hey!

Ho! You all right?

Yo!

Shit.

MAN 1: Hello?

MAN 2: Blair, hit that.

MAN 3: Let’s go. MAN 1: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Anybody in here? FDNY! Anybody here?

Got it? Yeah, yeah.

Got that? | got it, | got it.

Here, check the other room. | think we’re clear.

[GLASS SHATTERS]

Okay, get your masks on.

Get your masks on.

Hey, the door’s blocked. Mayday! Mayday!

This is Truck 62 on the fourth floor.

What direction is that window facing?

Exposure 2 side!

Exposure 2!

We could sure use a ladder right about now.

What do we got?

[INDISTINCT YELLING]

Hey, Mike, check over in there.

MAN 1: Somebody’s cleaning it. Hang on.

MAN 2: Can we get out?

[INDISTINCT YELLING]

MAN 1: Someone’s cleaning it.

Dudes, if you got a ladder,

this would be a really good time.

What the hell is that?

Clear! It’s clear.

Let’s go!

MAN 1: No other exits. Clear!

No vitamins or pomegranates but still goes down smooth.

What’s wrong?

Nothing.

Shit. Yanks lose?

Goddamn Clemens. He’s too goddamn old.

| was saying that five years ago.

What?

| think | saw...

This is gonna sound so screwed up.

| saw a guy making a save.

He was carrying this guy down the hallway.

It was all smoky and everything,

but | caught the name on the jacket.

Keefe.

Jimmy goddamn Keefe.

I’m Section Eight.

I’m Section Eight, right?

That day | thought | saw someone on the back of the rig.

Chucky said he saw something too.

Made me swear | wouldn’t tell nobody, but...

he saw the same thing.

Did he see his face?

No.

No, it was there, and then it was gone.

Like it was a...

| don’t know, a ghost or something.

A ghost?

What kind of bullshit is that?

Chucky’s a lush.

He’s got wet-brain.

[CHUCKLES]

Hey, it’s probably nothing, right?

Come on, you’re in a fire.

The adrenaline’s pumping,

there’s shit happening all around you,

it’s dark, it’s smoky,

your eyes play tricks on you.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO]

[CLEARS THROAT]

You, uh, want some coffee or something?

Give me Shaq, T-Mac, LeBron,

Arenas, and A.l. on the same team--

Man, it’s the championship, baby.

Tommy Gavin around? Hey, Coll.

Um, yeah, yeah. He’s somewhere inside.

Hey, Coll. Hey.

Tommy’s hittin’ kinda young, ain’t he?

Easy, killer.

That’s his daughter.

Verboten.

Means "don’t."

| know what it means.

Hey.

[SOBBING]

Yeah, | know, | know.

Hey, | Know.

| know.

Honey, you’re gonna-- You're gonna meet somebody else.

Listen. Shh.

It’s-- Oh!

What are you kicking me for?

For sticking your nose in my own personal goddamn business.

| was trying to help you.

| was in love with him, Dad, okay?

He’s getting married to another chick, okay?

He bought her a wedding ring with your--

Ow! Jeez.

Stop it. What? Ow.

But he’s not here anymore.

Now | gotta go find someone else.

All right, listen to me. | don’t know what you did.

Ow! Jesus! Ugh!

Colleen.

[GROANS]

TOMMY: Colleen.

TOMMY: Hey.

Colleen.

Missy. Young lady?

[DOOR SLAMS]

You know, she kicked me in the shins three times.

Unbelievable. Tom, quick suggestion.

Yeah. If you wanna take steps

to really improve your relationship with your daughter,

not to mention with your soon-to-be-ex-wife,

two words: Yeah?

shin guards.

So funny. FEINBERG: Gavin.

My office. Now. Come on.

What’s up?

Get your ass up here.

What’s going on?

Tell me here. Want everybody to know?

Know what? | got no problem with you, Sid.

The night you took my daughter out on that date...

Ahem. Yeah?

She said you molested her.

What?

[SCOFFS]

You guys wanna give us some, uh--?

SHAWN: No, I’m good right here.

My daughter, my only child, huh?

And you grope her on this date like she’s street trash.

Wait, wait, wait.

Grope? Grope.

Gro-- |, uh--

What are you looking over here?

|-- | said grope.

Okay.

You’re the one with grabby hands.

|-- Grabby? Yeah.

We're do-- Is this what she said?

These are the words I’m using.

You’re the one with grabby hands.

No, no, no. No? Try to explain it.

Tell me what happened.

Okay. We went out to a bar.

Avery nice, classy bar.

And | hugged her. Oh, come on.

It was a hug.

Hey, listen to me. It was a hug.

Yeah. | don’t know what she told you.

That’s what it was.

And my hand accidentally brushed up aga--

On the front of her.

And she felt weird about it. Weird?

You're saying my daughter is weird?

’m-- Huh?

| didn’t say your daughter was weird.

She felt strange about it. Oh, now she’s strange.

Yes. Yes.

Because my hand happened to touch her tit and that why--

What?

What?

Tit.

Uh, | didn’t say tit.

You said tit.

Don’t look at him. You said tit.

Okay, that was an accident. | meant to say breast.

My hand happened to-- Against her--

She’s got beautiful breasts.

[ALL YELLING INDISTINCTLY]

Hey, calm down.

I’m gonna run your narrow mick ass.

I’m telling you, every second of every day from now on.

All right, chief, hold up. | tried to explain.

First of all, the mick thing:

| don’t take personal ’cause I’m Dutch,

but you should watch what you say.

| don’t think you should be

breaking Tommy’s balls.

You asked him to take your daughter out.

That's true. You put him in a tough spot.

Not to mention it was very unprofessional.

| didn’t think he was gonna manhandle her tits.

Wait a minute. It was one tit.

Oh, come on. All right. Hey.

What do you want? You set her up with Jack The Ripper,

you can’t cry foul when she comes home without her head.

Hey, hey, hey. I’m defending you.

Doesn’t sound like it. Oh, come on.

You don’t know what’s going on. Okay?

My badge says chief too, okay?

Now you're a chief, huh?

If it wasn’t for 9/11,

you wouldn't be wearing that white shirt at work.

So don’t try to teaching me about firehouse ethics.

And stay out of things you know nothing about.

Back off.

I’ve been checking up on you. Oh, yeah?

| Know all about you. Yeah?

| checked with Ron Perrolli.

Ron Perrolli’s the biggest asshole

in the department.

| checked with him. This is the guy you go to?

| figured | would come in here, I’d be a nice guy.

You know, try to be nice. The nice guy speech, yeah.

But that’s never gonna happen. Oh, well--

From now on, there are rules around here

and we’re gonna follow ‘em.

| hope one of ’em’s not dating your daughter.

And... What?

You touch my daughter again

or even see her-- Uh-huh.

--I’ll crucify you.

Okay. | touch your daughter again,

I’m gonna crucify myself. You son of a--

[ALL YELLING INDISTINCTLY]

FEINBERG: One more move!

Yeah, yeah. It’s over! Walk away!

Jesus Christ. Huh.

You believe this guy?

Well, look at it this way? What?

You might have grabby hands,

but at least you’re not Dutch.

What? Nothing.

Who the hell’s Dutch? Where’s that come from?

My mother was part Dutch.

"Sup, bro?

We’re not bros, bro.

What’s your problem, man?

What’s your problem?

| asked you first.

Well, | asked you second.

Yeah, but | asked you first.

All right, if you want to know so bad, I'll tell you.

You tricked me into telling you

all Tommy’s weaknesses in street hockey

and then you used it against him.

| didn’t trick you into doing shit.

Yeah, you did. No, no, no, | didn’t.

You offered that information up all on your own.

Listen, man.

Let’s cut the shit.

Real talk. Deep down...

you hate Tommy Gavin.

| do? Yeah.

‘Cause he’s taught you everything you know

about being a firefighter,

and the fact that he’s had to save your sorry ass

on more than one occasion.

But deep down,

despite the fact that he’s a egomaniacal,

self-centered son of a bitch,

you want to be just like him.

Yeah, you want to be Tommy Gavin.

You want to be exactly what you hate.

And that’s some sad shit.

Screw you, probie. Hey, hey, hey.

[INDISTINCT YELLING]

What? What you want to do?

Huh? You wanna do something?

Move! Bring it, probie.

What you want to do? You want to do something?

MAN: Let it go.

Let me go. Let me tell you,

this ain’t over, punk.

No, it’s not over,, probie!

I’m gonna catch you, bitch.

You better watch your ass.

Yeah, whatever. Yeah. That’s what's up.

Yeah, go home, probie.

So you want to be like Tommy Gavin, huh?

[ALARM SOUNDS]

[SIRENS WAILING]

[GROANS]

FDNY, wake up, people!

FDNY.

All right, Mikey, Brian, check out this last door,

and then check out the hallway, all right?

You got it, Lou. Cunningham, Davey, uh,

see if there’s a way up to 2 down there.

There may be a staircase. Check it out for me.

FDNY, people!

MIKE: Let’s go, folks. Anybody here? Here, check that door.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Let’s go! Hey, | got one.

You all right?

Si. Come with us.

We'll get you right out of here.

You gotta get out!

Hello?

Hello?

Hi.

How you doing?

You’re a fireman.

Yeah, yeah, l-l am, yeah.

Um, I’m gonna need you to come with me, okay?

No big thing. What’s going on?

It’s just a little smoky, so...

Is there a fire? If you don’t mind, ma’am--

Save me.

Okay. All right.

Here’s the thing, ma’am. | just--

My name is Meg. Hi, Meg. How you doing?

Hi. What’s your name?

My name? My name is Bobby.

Bobby? Yes.

| like you, Bobby.

Okay, we’re just gonna walk--

Kiss me.

Okay. You know-- All right, Meg, come here.

Mmm. How was that?

Was that good? Mmm, that’s good, yeah.

Okay, hang on now, Meg. Hang on. Here we go.

Oh, shit. All right, hang on, Meg, hang on.

All right, hang on, sweetheart.

Here we go.

Meg? Yeah?

We need to find a door, sweetheart.

Is there a door this way?

[MEG MOANS, LAUGHS]

Meg?

Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go. Let’s go.

[MEG MOANS, LAUGHS]

Mmm, okay, Meg. Yeah?

Is there a door in this room, sweetheart?

Uh-huh. Huh? Is there?

Where? Okay.

Ah.

Oh, Meg, Meg. Meg, listen to me.

Okay, now, come here.

Okay. What?

Yeah.

Okay.

Hey. Hey.

Mmm. Mmm.

Mm-hm, mm-hm.

[PANTING]

Oh!

Oh, my God. Like that?

No, oh, my God!

TOMMY: Aw, shit. Goddamn it.

What did | tell you?

[GRUNTS] [GRUNTS]

[MARK LANEGAN’S "100 DAYS" PLAYING]

There is no morphine J

f I’m only sleeping I

~ There is no crime To dreams like this f

¢ And if you could take Something with you J

f It would be bright I

J One day a ship comes in f

From far away A ship comes in I

J One hundred days You wait for it f

~ And you know somewhere J

- The ship comes in every day I

J One day a ship comes in f

J One hundred days You wait for it f

Oh, my God.

Thank you.

Thank you. That was...

Shit. Hey!

LARRY: Lady, you all right?

| don’t know.

Jeez. Come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

So how’d you get out?

LARRY: Coming through.

This really cute fireman saved me.

He was tall and handsome

with kind of sandy hair,

and he was kinda sweet.

Cute, tall, handsome, sandy hair?

Sounds like Gavin.

She said he was kind of sweet, asshole.

What are you, queer or something?

J One day a ship comes in f

I It's good I

J When it’s something good J

[MARK LANEGAN’S "100 DAYS" PLAYING]

There is no morphine J

f I’m only sleeping I

~ There is no crime To dreams like this f

f And if you could Take something with you J

f It would be bright I

~ Something good J