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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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J How you gonna come? I

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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

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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

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< 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 You can bruise us I

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J Oh, the guns of Brixton I

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J How you gonna come? I

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J Or on the trigger of your gun? I

¢ You can crush us You can bruise us I

< 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 You can bruise us I

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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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