All language subtitles for Rescue Me (2004) - S05E04 - Jimmy (1080p BluRay x265 Panda)

TOMMY: Lou!

All right, I’m coming.

You all right?
Yeah.

Jesus.

Hold on.

Hey.
Hey.

Hey, what’s going on?
Hey, sorry it took so long.

| was cleaning up the bedroom.
It’s a little messy.

Where’s the dog?
Uh, well,

| put him in a kennel,
‘cause | thought,

you know, | didn’t want
to give him--

Have him getting dog hair
all over, uh,

your, uh, place.

What happened?

What are you talking about?
What's going on here?

That’s dirty laundry.

Oh.

That--?, What's that?

Clean laundry.
Okay. Yeah.

Here, let me have that.
There you go. Thanks, pal.

This is pretty much
all | need.

What are you doing?
What? It wasn’t garbage?

That-- That’s my coffee.

Well, it's garbage now.

[SIGHS]
| don’t know about this, Lou.

What are you
talking about?

It just seems
a little cramped.

It’s perfect.

Really?
Yeah, look.

We’re only gonna be here
long enough

to eat pizza,
watch porn, and sleep.

Yeah.
What? You don’t want to sleep?

| just think when
it comes to roommates,

you can’t have
two Oscar Madisons.

You know what | mean?

Somebody’s gotta
be Felix Unger.

Who says we need a Felix Unger?
It’s the laws of nature.

You can’t have
two Walter Matthaus

and no Jack Lemmon.
Otherwise,

this place
is gonna be overrun

by rodents and
cockroaches within a month.

And then what?
We move.

That’s the beauty
of renting.

[SIGHS]

What's that?

That’s a present from Frenchy.
Nine-Eleven footage? What is it?

She wanted me to look at it,
knowing I’m a writer.

She wanted me to jot down
my thoughts

and feelings for the book.
Right. Did you watch it?

| tried. | got about three
seconds in.

| started to unravel.

Believe me, not something you
really want to be looking at.

No.
Especially by yourself.

No, no. So you didn’t get
anything written, huh?

Actually I’m on page 36.

Really?

You got 36 pages
of writing

out of three seconds
of footage?

Come on, Tom, this may be
my one and only chance ever

to get A: published,

B: laid by a beautiful French
woman.

Enough with the finger.
Okay.

Let me get this straight.

So you’re taking
the biggest tragedy

in the history of the City--
Perhaps the country.

And you're taking
your feelings about it--

Which | know are real and
genuine because you were there

and you lived through it,

but you are now
reconstituting them

so that you can get laid by a
French broad. Is that right?

Yeah, pretty much.

Yeah. That’s what | thought.
Yeah.

Yeah, | really like this one,
Tom. Genevieve and I--

we've really connected.
Oh, really? You’ve connected?

Yeah.
Uh-huh. Okay.

Can | remind you
of a couple of facts?

Okay, number 1: You’re not
a writer. You’re a fireman.

| think we established that
a long time ago, okay?

Number 2: Where do | sleep?

Uh, take the couch.

Which would be...

where?

All right, maybe | should
clean up a little bit.

Yeah.

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

On another day,
C’mon, c’mon J

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

~ With my teeth locked 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

fThings were good
When we were young f

Ils it safe to say? 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 f

[SIREN WAILING]

Any of you guys
ever done acupuncture?

Still bitching about your back?

Yeah, it hurts worse than
ever.

Is it the thing
where they stick

a bunch of
needles in your back?

Wherever you got the pain,
that’s where they put them.

I’ve done it. Only they
concentrated the needles

in my eyes, and instead
of acupuncture,

they called it marriage.

[ALL LAUGH]

Nice.

[SCREAMING]

Everybody back. Move it.

Come on, folks move it.

Get back!
What do we got?

It was a giant explosion.

Shit’s been popping off
in the surrounding buildings

the last few minutes.
That’s all we know.

Last explosion sent
most people running.

Might be stragglers.
It's hard to see with the smoke.

This ain’t smoke.
Let’s go guys.

Hey, Lou, what if
there’s another bomb?

It wasn’t a bomb.
It’s a busted steam pipe.

This city’s infrastructure goes
back to the goddamn stone age.

Oh, shit!
Heads up! Heads up!

Jesus, Lou.

Everybody all right?

Lou, look!

LOU:
Look at this guy.

Yeah, he’s out.
Yep.

You want me to hit it
the hallie, Tom?

TOMMY: No. Lou!
Yeah.

Watch the weight.
Yeah.

Now’s not a time
for fat jokes, Tom.

All set?

I’m gonna get you out
of here. All right.

TOMMY:
Lou, stick him out!

You got him?
Stay with me, pal.

Hurry up.

Okay, get him up.

You got him?

TOMMY:
| got him. | got him.

Go get Lou. Go get Lou.
Go get him.

Give me your hand, Lou!
Give me your hand.

Come on.
Come on, baby.

You all right?
Yeah.

Jesus.

Yeah, well, | guess
| could probably stand

to lose a few pounds.

Yeah. Three, four tops.

Give me a hand
with this guy.

Come on.

[TURNS OFF ENGINE]

You look like you’ve had
some excitement.

Yeah, well, actually just
your run-of-the-mill

pickup truck falling into
a pit of boiling water.

No biggie.
Hm.

Um...

| might have something to
show you by, like, tomorrow,

| think.
I’ll look forward to it, Lou.

Call me Ken.
It’s my name, Ken.

Ken as in Ken doll.

That’s exactly right. Ken doll.
A little more rugged.

Yeah. Well, that’s me,
Mr. Rugged.

Mr. Rugged Ken doll.

I’m gonna go take a shower,
‘cause | stink.

See ya.

Tommy!
Hey.

Could | interest you
in a little homework?

Let me guess.

You want me to watch
the footage

that you gave to Lou.

Yeah, and get your opinion.

Okay.

Um...

No.

| know you’re mad because
your girlfriend threw you out

the other night.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Okay. My girlfriend
didn’t kick me out.

It was a mutual decision.

As a matter of fact, | think
| mentioned this to you

when we were at your place

that it wasn’t going well.

And | said to her, like, three
weeks ago, like,

"You know this is not
going well.

I’m gonna give you another
chance."

Gave her one more chance.
And, you know, basically--

[CRASH]

[CLEARS THROAT]
She...

She kicked me out.

She smelled the wine
when | came back

from that evening
that we spent together, so...

But, you know, like they say,

when one door closes

another one opens.

[INDISTINCT WHISPERING]

Ahem.

Whew.

Sheila? Yes.

| think you need
to face a few facts.

Yeah. Like the fact that
Tommy’s a complete asshole,

a selfish prick
who can’t see

that something
meaningful and worthwhile

is staring him
right in the face.

And all he’s done
and keeps on doing

is pissing all over it.

See, that’s the major thing
| think you need to focus on.

The pissing.

The anger.

Well, | Know.

[SIGHS]

Tommy is incredibly angry.

Anger is like his oxygen.

No, no.

Your anger.

Oh, I’m not angry.

Yes, you are.
No, I’m not.

Yes, you are.
No. |-- Mm.

I’m not angry.

| can get angry.

Like if you keep talking
about how angry | am,

you can get that angry mop
and bucket

because that shit’s going
to be all over the place.

Do you hear yourself?

Do you?

Your anger is
based on the fact

that your husband
is gone

and you have transferred

all of your feelings onto
Tommy Gavin--

Your need, your love,
your rage.

You think you want Tommy,

but what you really want
is to vent

all your frustration
toward Jimmy.

Why he took a job that
you knew was so dangerous,

why he never came home,
but Tommy did,

why you got left
with a son to raise

all by yourself,
a son who now tells you

he wants to do exactly what
his father did for a living.

You're keeping
Tommy around

for one reason
and one reason only,

and that is so you that
can blame it all on him.

| want you to go home
and purge yourself of Tommy.

Everything--
The dreams, the plans,

the wishes, the hopes.

Stop thinking
about him.

Stop dwelling on him.

Stop blaming him.

[SIGHS]

Well, you know,
I’m a little busy,

because Damien is gonna
be staying at home with me

for a couple of days--
Perfect.

Focus on Damien.

Yes, he wants
to be a firefighter.

Let him.
He’s gonna do it anyway.

As a matter of fact,
| think the fact

that you don’t want him
to do it

makes it more
attractive to him.

Really?
Sure. Think about it.

His mother saying,
"No, no, no."

Meanwhile the only
father figure

he has in his life--

The handsome
strapping hero

who men admire
and women fall all over,

a seething, urgent
animal who slays the dragon

and sates his desires

and gets to live
outside

the standard rules
of society.

It’s very inviting.

What?

| don’t know.

Sounds like I’m not the only
one who’s gotta purge,

you know.

[SCREAMING, SIRENS WAIL]

[SIRENS WAIL, RADIO CHATTER]

[SIRENS WAIL, RADIO CHATTER]

MAN [OVER TV]:
What about the command post?

The command post was moved
when tower one went down!

It’s five blocks west!

Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.

The command post was moved
when tower one went down!

It’s five blocks west!

Shit.

The command post was moved
when tower one went down!

It’s five--
[TURNS OFF TV]

[DIALING]

[PHONE RINGS]

Hey.

Listen,
| just saw him.

Oh, yeah.
Who was it this time?

Jimmy Keefe.
| just--

| was watching news
footage from 9/11

and | saw him.

We've all seen that
old news footage, Tom.

You and your crew heading
into the first tower.

Okay. This is after the
first tower comes down.

That’s impossible.

Jimmy died
in the first tower.

| know that.
But I’m telling you,

I’m almost certain
it’s him.

The ghosts, Jimmy, they only
come back when you’re drinkin’.

I’m sober as a judge.
And | swear to God, Mick,

if it’s not him
it’s a dead ringer.

It’s a goddamn
identical twin.

I’m telling ya.

You think maybe you’re seeing
what you want to see?

Tom, turn off
the television

and get yourself
to a meeting right now.

We all know where
this ends if you don’t.

All right, maybe you’re
right. Maybe you’re right.

I’m gonna turn it off.
All right, good man.

I'll talk to you later.

All right.

The command post was moved
when tower one went down!

It’s getting there, man.
It’s coming along.

Yeah, | think
it'll be all gone

if we work for another day.
You know, the paint?

Another day of breathing
these paint-remover fumes,

| won't be able to tie
my goddamn shoelaces anymore.

| kinda like the way
the place looks now.

| think we should go back
to Tommy’s idea of calling it

the Bombed Out Shithole.
Got a nice ring to it.

Enough dicking around.
| poured my mom’s inheritance

into this place.
You know, my mom says

if we fail, I'll be
dishonoring her memory.

Wait, | didn’t know you could
communicate with the dead.

Well, | can’t,
but my psychic can.

Your psychic can?

Yeah. You know, | really
missed speaking with my mom,

so I’m seeing
this psychic doctor,

and she puts me
in contact with her.

Ain't that about a bitch?
| can’t get a cell signal

outside the borough in
Manhattan.

And he’s got a direct line
to his dead mother.

She must have Verizon.
Anyway, guys,

she says if, you know,
we keep our eye on the ball,

we can be successful here,
so let’s do it.

Next time you two chat,

ask if she’s got
any bright ideas

about what we should
do with this dump.

Hold on.
What Lou said before

is not too far off the mark.
Yeah, you see. Why’s that?

You don’t do anything.

People don’t give a shit
how the place looks

as long as they think
this is the place to be.

You need the right
word of mouth.

The hottest spots
I’ve ever been to,

they don’t have any names,
don’t even have signs.

Takes you half an hour
just to find a door.

You know, once you
get in, shit is hot.

It’s bananas.

You're saying
we should go underground.

Underground.
That’s where it’s at.

What do you think, Mike?

Sounds good to me. I'll have
to check with my mom first.

Oh, your mom will love
taking it underground, Mikey.

Hell, she’s there already.

[LAUGHTER]

Oh, hey, you know what?
Sorry, man, we’re closed.

| can see that.
When’s the grand opening?

We can’t tell.
Top-secret.

I’ve afraid I’m gonna
have to insist.

I’m Mark Chilton, New York
State liquor authority.

Hey, look at that.
Another authority on liquor

in New York State. Brother.
| guess that means

you got one of these.
Badges. No.

We don't got
no stinkin’ badges.

You got no stinkin’
liquor license either.

No, | have one of those.

| can show it to you.
Don’t bother. It’s no good.

It was revoked two owners ago.

No, no, no.
Hold on, partner.

How could they
run a bar without a license?

Good question. I’m glad you’re
making this easy for me.

Oh, boy.
Here we go.

The guys who sold you this place
and | had an understanding.

They’d write out a check
made to cash

and put it
in an envelope for me.

And I'd be so busy
taking that check

to the bank
and spending the money,

that I’d forget
to report ’em.

Wow. That’s a sweet deal.

Wait a second.
Are you saying--?

You're looking for a bribe?

Certainly not.

I’m simply relating
a story about

my relationship with
the previous owners

that | thought
you might find interesting.

Oh, good.

Wait a second.
You are looking for a bribe.

MIKEY: Yeah, this really sucks.
Yeah.

| guess, I'll go get
my checkbook.

My mom’s gonna be livid.

Hey, kiddo.
Hey.

Why the long face?

| had a little bit of
an issue this morning.

Tell me about it.
| don’t know. It’s private.

You got a limp dick?

[SCOFFS]
No.

After years of telling
each other everything,

now you gonna
pull the private card?

It’s your dick,
or you're queer.

It’s my dick.

What’s wrong with your dick?

Nothing, Frank.
Ah, you can’t get hard, huh?

That’s rough.

Whose dick can’t get hard?
Sean’s.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Performance anxiety last night?

No, | didn’t. | was--
It was this morning. Okay?

Don’t sweat it.
Happens to every guy.

Not me of course.
But, you know, other guys.

You for instance.
Maybe you weren't into the girl.

No. It’s definitely not that.
You never know.

| do. "Cause see
it was just me

and my computer, you know...

and the girls
from Planet Slut.

Ohh.

Yeah, | was going at it
for, like, 30 minutes.

| got nothing.
| ran out of Jergens,

had to throw in the towel.

Literally,
| threw in the towel.

| had a towel with me
for cleanup purposes.

| had to throw it in. Turned out
to be unnecessary.

You got the iron palm going.

The what?
Gripping it too hard.

You cut off the circulation.

Excuse me, Black Shawn.

| think | know how to
handle myself with care.

Maybe you don't find yourself
attractive anymore.

When’s the last time
you bought your hand

some nice flowers?
Okay. Enjoy.

Afternoon, gentlemen.

Hey.
Hey.

Oh.
MEN: Yeah.

Don’t sweat it.
It happens to every guy.

It does though, right?

Sure.
Not me of course,

but, you, definitely.

| need you two.

If | were you, I’d go to the
doctor and get that checked out

right away.
| got an appointment in an hour.

Lou. It happens
to you too though, right?

That’s private.

Hey, what are you--?

You writing?

Uh, nothing.

Poetry?

No.

What is it, then?

It’s nothing.

Not, um,

that psychic, is it?

Who told you?

Who didn’t?

| was just making
some notes on some things

| want to say to my mom
the next time we speak.

Because every time | communicate
with her, | get all emotional

and forget about all
the important things to say.

Mikey, | think I--

| speak for most of
the other guys when | say--

And | want to say this
as nicely as possible.

[CLEARS THROAT]

This whole psychic thing
sounds pretty, uh, retarded.

| know.

But this is different, Tommy.

You know, it’s not
what you think.

She’s not like,
you know,

pulling fake
magic tricks and stuff.

She doesn’t have
a crystal ball.

And she doesn’t use,
like, tarot cards

or do a seance or anything.

She’s a real doctor.

Doctor of what?

Uh...psychic stuff.

No. She has, like,
a real office,

like a real doctor’s office.
I’m sure she does.

She probably charges you
more for that.

It’s not about
the money, Tommy.

She’s putting me in touch
with somebody who | love

who’s not with us anymore.

You can’t put
a price tag on that.

What does she tell you?
Well,

| mean, she tells me
a lot of stuff.

But she knew, like,
about Green Point Lake.

And she even knew
the color of the house.

And she knew the number
of the house.

And she even knew the phone
number to the house.

She knew the actual
phone number?

Yeah.

Maybe | should
talk to her.

My mom?
The doctor.

Oh.
The chick.

Yeah.

What do you want to
talk to her about, though?

You know, there’s, like,
a lot of dead people in my life.

My dad, you know.

Whoever.

Um, can you make
an appointment for me?

Yeah. Sure.

Okay. Do me a favor.

Just keep it between us,
all right?

Why?

‘Cause...

| don’t want to look
like a retard.

Thanks.

Yeah. No problem,
Tommy.

Hey.
Hey.

Did you tell our daughter
to have sex with her boyfriend?

Yes, | did.
And let me explain.

Thank you. Thank you.

It’s genius.
It is?

Yes. | don’t want her marrying
this kid any more than you do.

Right.

Yeah. So if they
start having sex,

things are gonna get
messy and complicated,

they’re gonna forget
this marriage thing,

which is ridiculous.
Yeah.

You're busting
my balls, right?

No, no, no.
| am completely onboard

with your secret evil plan.

It actually wasn’t a secret evil
plan.

| was trying to do
the right thing.

| was.
Okay. The guy may be great--

The kid is disciplined.
He doesn’t smoke.

He doesn’t drink.

| have nothing bad to say
about the kid.

Except for...
the other thing.

What other thing?

The other thing.

[WHISPERING]
Honey, let’s not make this
into a black thing.

Okay? You know what
| have always said.

| don’t care what color,
whether the person is black,

whether they’re brown,

if it's a Muslim, no--
Their religion.

As long as they can
do the job,

|-- What?

Were we ever married?

It is not a black thing.

Well, it’s not
a religious thing,

*cause I’m not even sure
he’s a Muslim.

Is it a Muslim thing?
No.

He’s a firefighter.

Which means that Colleen’s
gonna go to bed every night

wondering whether she’s
going to to be a widow

and wondering if she’s going
to have to tell her kids

that their daddy
won't be coming home.

You know, and this guy
may not drink or smoke,

and he may not
carry on like you did,

but he still rushes
into burning buildings

for a living.

So no matter
what color he is

or who he bows
down before,

we both know what
he worships most.

It’s the job.

| don’t care
who Colleen marries,

so long as
it’s not a fireman,

but if you really
love your daughter,

then you'll make sure that
she has sex with her boyfriend.

And | mean right now,
goddamn it.

Okay.
Okay.

All right.
| think that’s it.

Okay.

How’s Katy?

Still single.

What you’ve expressed
in these pages--

I’m at a loss for words.

You liked them?

The raw emotion,
the honesty, it’s more

than | could have hoped for.
Really?

For the first time since
| started writing the story--

Actually perhaps for the first
time since | was a student...

it brought tears
to my eyes.

Wow.

Thank you.
[CHUCKLES]

It’s, um--

It’s the first time
a woman’s ever thanked me

for making her cry.

Hey.

Hey. |, uh--
| got an "A".

Really?

Let me guess
what the "A" stands for.

Awesome, right?

Absolutement.

Awesome.
That’s two "A’s".

So | guess you finally
watched that footage, huh?

Yeah.

How much of the footage
did you end up watching?

All of it.

Anything in particular
from the footage that

kind of jumped
out at you?

All of it.
Mm-hm.

| would imagine so since
you got 36 pages out of--

Forty-six, actually.

Hm.

Yeah. Once | started,
it just kind of flowed.

It must have been
cathartic.

It was very cathartic.

Hm. | can imagine,

‘cause I’m gonna have a
little catharsis of my own

in the sink.

Perhaps | should
buy you a drink.

We’re opening
our bar tonight.

You should-- You should come
on down. Um...

This is the address.
Just show up here.

Don’t tell anybody. No one’s
supposed to know where it is.

Don’t you want people to come?
| don’t know...

Okay. Well,
l’Il see you later.

Okay.

Bye.
Bye-bye.

Bye.

[SHUTS DOOR]

So, uh, what’s up with
the cock block, Tom?

The cock block? Heh.

You know, if | wanted
to cock-block you,

which | could do with one
ball tied behind my sac,

you wouldn't have even gotten
that drink invite. Okay?

You're telling me that finally
somehow you sat down

and decided
to watch the, footage.

| watched three
and a half seconds.

There’s no reason
for her to know that.

Boy, three seconds,
and you got 46 pages.

That was some
goddamn writing.

Do you think that | need
to watch any goddamn footage

to remind me
of that day, Tom?

To remind me of what | saw

and what | felt?

To remind me
of what my nightmares

are still like, Tom?
Do you think | need that?

What | write down
in these pages

is a little bit,
a tiny, little chunk,

a healthy little chunk
of some of the shit

that I’m feeling
inside of me.

And maybe by doing it, Tom,

maybe, just maybe,

| can chip away at it

and | can lighten my load
just a little bit.

Three and a half goddamn seconds
of footage.

You know, Tom,

you weren't the only one
down there that day.

And sometimes
you forget that.

And sometimes | have
to remind you.

| just did.

Do | just s-start talking?

If you like.

Are you tape-recording this?

No. No.
This is private.

Well, | guess | should say

that | don’t really,
uh, believe

in any of this
kind of stuff.

You know, | think
it’s kind of a con.

| just wanted to get
that out of the way.

I’m already aware of that.

Right, ‘cause
you're psychic.

So what’s this, uh,

little staring contest
gonna cost me?

Hundred--? Hundred bucks
a session? Hundred and fifty?

I'll do it for free

if it would make you
more comfortable.

Nah. That's all right.

I'll pay for your time.

Mr. Gavin,
what | do here is real.

There is no hypnosis.

There’s no crystal ball.

There’s no incense.

There are no tarot cards.

The fact that the dead choose
to communicate through me

is not my own choice.

You're just lucky.

| didn’t expect
so much skepticism

from someone
who has the gift.

The gift?

It can be a burden,
can’t it?

Especially when
you can't control it

to carry those spirits
with you for so long,

only to have them
abandon you

in your hour of need.

When was your
last visitation?

Obviously it’s been
some time.

Your cousin Jimmy,

you feel that since
you've stopped drinking,

it might be harder
for him to reach you.

That’s not it.

He’s upset...

about Damien.

You know what? You
have my name.

Obviously you know
where | work.

Uh...

| work for the city.

So the internet,
all this stuff’s available.

So I’m not buying it.

[GROANS]

You know, | don’t know
how much money

you're making off of this setup,

but maybe you should go back
to the original one,

you know with the storefront
and the neon sign

that flashes "psychic,"
because | think

you'd pull in a lot more
chumps right off the street.

Nice talking to ya.

Hey, Houston and Varick,
all right.

MAN [ON TV]:
...on Monday and not seen
there for-- For very long.

Roger, you’ve been
doing two things--

One, keeping an eye on
the office for activity,

and two,
talking to New Yorkers...

Hey, how do you turn
this thing down?

Right, well, I'll tell you...

Hey.

This, it did not
work for me.

I’ve got to--
[PHONE RINGS]

Ahh. Yeah.

Where you been, pally?
| Keep getting your voice mail.

| was worried.
What’s up?

| don’t think working here
is a good idea.

You wanted a job. | got you
a job. All right?

Just treat it
like it’s a test.

I’m not ready for it.
I’m surrounded by temptation.

All right, I'll be down.
All right?

Thanks, pally.

Stop--

[GRUNTS]

Change of plans.

We’re gonna go to, uh,

2nd between C and D.

Research--
[STATIC]

Pharmaceuticals
in the water of 24 other

metropolitan areas.

Federal and state surveys
of New York’s water supply

found rust in the--
[STATIC]

The command post was moved
when tower one went down!

WOMAN:
The amounts are well below
the levels of medical dose,

but ace journalist
who worked--

Hey.

Hey, hey, hey.
What’s up?

What’s going on?
Nothing.

What are you guys doing?

They’re bait.
Bait for what?

What are you trying
to attract, grizzly bears?

No offense, guys.
Yeah, none taken, dickface.

[CHUCKLES]

Um, it was Needles’ idea.

He said people
would be walking by.

They’d see the rope, see we're
not letting these guys in.

They get curious.
It’s simple. It worked.

Really?
Yeah, Black Shawn was right.

Word got around.

Hello, ladies.
Hey.

What’s going on?
Nothing.

Come on. Let us in.
We want to party.

Uh-uh. Sorry, ladies.
House is full.

Please.

Uh, as you can see,
there’s nothing | can do.

You're good.

Come on, man.

Have a good night.

Shit.

Wow.

You guys are okay
with this?

200 bucks each to stand here
and get flashed?

We'd do it for free.

That’s good to know, guys.
Keep that in mind.

Nice going, asshole.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

Ahh, shit!

| thought you had
that checked out.

| did.

The doctor said it might be
a slipped disk or something.

He didn’t want to put me
on any medication though,

until | get my results
back from the R.E.M.

You know, unless the band
has branched out,

| think you’re talking
about an M.R.I.

Yes. That’s what he said.

But | wish
| could take something,

‘cause it’s killing me.

You're in a goddamn bar.

You’re surrounded
by pain killers.

Actually, alcohol
makes the pain worse.

It's not a cure
for anything.

You know,
that’s not true.

After three tumblers
of this stuff,

| go from thinking I’m looking
like a middle-aged fireman

to George
goddamn Clooney.

Okay.
Like five tumblers.

Yeah.

Hey. You all right.
Did you drink?

No. | think | just had
a moment. That’s all.

All right.
It’ll pass.

Okay.

What's he doing here?

| called him.
You called him?

| couldn't get a hold of you,
pally. | was desperate.

You all right?

Yeah. It passed.

Yeah.

You, outside now.

Thanks.

[CLEARS THROAT]

What?

You're shitting me, right?

He needed a job.
| got him a job.

Trying to do--
As a bar back?

You're not gonna
lecture me about

how to be a sponsor,
are you?

Because last time | looked,
you had me in a bar

with a goddamn glass of
whiskey under my nose. Okay?

All right. But at least
| don’t have him in a bar

with a whole bar
of whiskey under his nose.

Where is your head at?

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Christ.
Hang on a sec.

Guess who?
Yeah.

Hey, you didn’t leave yet,
did you?

No. I’m right outside.

Good. I’m on the way
to the stockroom,

and this pudgy chick
gave me the eyeball.

Now she wants
to buy me a drink.

She’s a pudgy chick?

Yeah.

But she’s got
huge tits.

Okay. I’m gonna
solve your problem.

You're fired. Happy?

Decision making has never been
your strong suit,

but this is even
going too far for you.

Tell me you're not drinking.
I’m not drinking.

Because since you told me you
started seeing Jimmy again--

All right, listen,
you know, that’s--

I’m seeing somebody
about that.

A shrink?
[SCOFFS]

No.
Tom, I’m in shock.

| never thought you’d
go in for therapy, but--

Listen. It’s not therapy. It’s
not therapy.

But she comes
highly recommended.

She’s a psychic.

Okay? | know.

I’m gonna fall down.
No, listen.

She’s telling me stuff--
These people are full of shit.

They’re worse than the con
artists at the Catholic Church.

What are you talking about?
It’s kinda working for me.

It’s smoke and mirrors.
They’re snakes, those people.

It’s not like what
you think, number 1.

And 2, you want me
to tell her she’s crazy?

Okay? Because she
talks to dead people?

I’ve been doing that
for 8 years.

Oh, good then. So you both
got something in common.

You’re both delusional.

You know, this-- This is
really helping me out.

Okay? This is great.
Great.

You know what?

Let’s just-- Let’s get
in the cab right now.

We'll go to a meeting.

We'll nip this thing
in the bud.

Everything’s a meeting.
It solves everything.

You go back in there, you’re
making a choice to go back--

I’m working here.
You're in a bar.

You’re seeing Jimmy.
You're thinking about Jimmy.

Where do you think
it’s gonna go? Huh?

Tom, it’s in the past.

Do me favor. Let’s just
leave it in the past.

You gotta make
that decision to move on.

What do you say?

I’m going back inside.

[SIGHS]

Hey, why'd you fire Derek?

What do you mean, he’s getting
on everybody’s nerves, right?

| Know. But he’s
a hard worker, Tom.

| can’t win with this--

Hey, where you going?

You just fired me.
No. No. No. You’re rehired.

Go back to work.
And don’t drink this time.

Come on, hurry up.
Oh, | get it, pally.

It was another test.

And you know what?

Just cut the pally shit.

Sure thing, chief.

This guy’s
such a ballbuster.

How’d your meeting go
with my psychic?

She’s pretty cool, huh?

Well, | think she’s

more of a psychic than she is a
doctor.

It’s not my thing,
you know.

Whatever.

| just want to say I’m
really glad you went though.

Yeah. | don’t think I'll be
going again, you know?

| don’t Know.
| think you should.

| mean, she was really
eager to meet you too.

What do you mean?

We talked.
Yeah.

Your name comes up.

There’s a lot of luggage
that goes along--

Baggage.
What?

Nothing. Did you talk to her
before | went to see her?

Yeah, a little bit.
About what?

Um, just like your dad dying,
you know.

And your alcoholic issues.

And, uh--
Yeah?

How you like to use those
beauty creams on your face.

That was-- What's wrong
with you telling people

about the beauty cream. | used
that beauty cream, like, once.

Once, Tommy?
You give me that little tube.

Three times, maybe. Don’t you
tell people shit like that.

What’s wrong with you?
What else did you tell her?

Connor.
Yeah.

And your brother and Jimmy.

And of course
that whole--

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
You talked to her about Jimmy?

Why don’t you give her

my social security number while
you're at it?

Um, ’cause | don’t know your
social security number, Tom.

What?

[GRUNTS]

What’s wrong?

May | help you?
Yeah. Yeah.

| wanna see the doc.
I’m sorry, sir.

Sessions are by appointment.
Yeah.

I’m making an appointment.
Hey, doc! Come on out!

You’ll have
to wait for her.

I'll wait for her right now.

Is she even a doctor?

Mr. Gavin,
I’m in a session.

| came down to
congratulate you.

| can’t believe how simple
this bullshit is.

Mike told me.
You interviewed him.

Asked him
certain questions,

and you find out
certain information.

This is unacceptable.
Come back later--

You make money off people

who are suffering
loss and grief

by finding out shit

and throwing it
back in their face.

And | don’t know-- What'd you
lose? Mother, father, what?

My dog.
Her dog.

Her goddamn dead dog.

And you’re making money
off of her grief

and her loss
and her love

for her dead goddamn dog!

You're a piece of shit.

You know that?
You know what you are?

You're a carny.

You're a carny
with teeth and an office.

Screw you.

The footage doesn’t lie.

He wants you
to know the truth

about what happened to him
that day,

how he died.

Sorry about your dog.

[THE CLASH’S "GUNS OF BRIXTON"
PLAYING]

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At your front door J

J How you gonna come? I

~ With your hands
On your head I

J Or on the trigger
Of your gun? I

< When the law break in f

J How you gonna go? J

J Shot down on the pavement J

f Or waiting in death row? I

¢ You can crush us
You can bruise us I

But you'll have to
Answer to J

J Oh, the guns of Brixton I

~ The money feels good f

f And your life
You like it well J

? But surely
Your time will come J

As in heaven, as in hell

< You see
He feels like Ivan f

~ Born under the Brixton sun I

His game is called
Surviving

J At the end of the
Harder they come f

You know it means no mercy f

~ They caught him with a gun J

< No need for the Black Maria f

Goodbye to the Brixton sun J

¢ You can crush us
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J Oh, the guns of Brixton I

- When they kick
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J How you gonna come? I

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On your head I

J Or on the trigger
of your gun? I

¢ You can crush us
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< And even shoot us J

? But, oh
The guns of Brixton f

J Shot down on the pavement J

J Or waiting in death row f

J His game was survivin’ f

¢ As in heaven
As in hell f

¢ You can crush us
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J Oh, the guns of Brixton I

J Oh, the guns of Brixton I

J Oh, the guns of Brixton I

J Oh, the guns of Brixton I

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