All language subtitles for Rescue Me (2004) - S05E08 - Iceman (1080p BluRay x265 Panda)

Previously on Rescue Me.

WOMAN: What if you never
see him again?

TOMMY: | also started drinking
again, but let me explain.

And that is so stupid.

It's not stupid.
I've figured it out.

| have a system,
| can control it.

Hook a brother up with a
long island iced tea.

Who's gonna know?

| will.

Besides, | told your mom
I'm watching out for you.

I'm not gonna send you to
school in the morning

all hungover and
shit, you know?

You're already playing
catch up as it is, Dean.

And um, do you wanna come?

Are you asking me
out on a date?

| should buy you a drink.

We're opening our bar tonight.

Well I'll see you later.
LOU: Okay.

Bye.
Bye.

What you're telling me is,
my best friend,

is that not a million years
would this girl ever think

about taking me to
bed with her.

Never! Never!
The reptilian repugnant
freak that | am.

| have been a goddamn fool.

Because all these years, Tom,
| thought we were friends

and we're not.

You don't have to worry about
Teddy anymore.

You know how he was banged up
after your father died.

Right.
He's running around

volunteering at every single
VA hospital there is.

It's not right when the
man in a relationship

knows less in the sack
than his lady does.

| gotta get out of this.

Yeah, well, what are you
gonna do about the father?

How do | tell Tommy
his daughter's a slut?

By phone.
From another state.

How much... is it to...
pop the kidney out.

Well, you're insured through
the fire department right?

No, see, | can't use my
insurance company.

|, uh, | don't want the
fire department to know.

It seems that our mademoiselle

doesn't really like our
Mr. Gavin so much

to the degree that she was
willing to engage me

in a good old fashion
grudge hump.

(Laughter) Yes!

All right, bitches,
all set outside.

Let's wrap it up in here
and go hit the strip club.

Oh, my god. Franco,

we just did a full tour
in the firehouse.

We had five fires
in two days,

and now you're talking
about tits and ass?

That's all you can
talk about? Jesus.

Um, actually, yes.

Not to mention, Scores serves
sandwiches till closing time.

Really?
Yeah, really.

All right, let's hurry up
and get over there.

My man.

Yo, yo, yo, bro.
We're closed, man.

| hear this is the
hottest joint downtown.

Models and good tunes.

Yeah, between the hours of 10
and 3:30. Come back tomorrow.

Okay. Sorry.

FRANCO: Goddamn. Guys,
I'm gonna need somebody else

on the door if Black Shawn
ain't coming back, okay?

Got to get somebody
to work for him

tomorrow at the firehouse.

So wait, he's still
not back at work?

Nobody knows where he is?

| got a message from him
saying he's up in Boston.

| know he's got a cousin
in the department up there.

He hasn't called Colleen.
She's out of her mind.

If we keep covering
for him like this,

Needles finds out,
asshole mode he's in,

trouble in River City.

| hope he's not pulling
this disappearing act because,

you know, he knows
| found out about

what went on with
him and Colleen.

What? Guys, | know.
We work in a firehouse.

| Know everything
you guys know, all right?

And believe me,
| say this as a dad,

you know, no dad could
be prouder to find out

that his daughter
is terrible in bed.

Right.
Yeah.

You know what,
to Colleen.

May she continue to
make Tommy's life miserable

for many, many, many
more years to come.

ALL: Cheers.

Mike, do me a favor.
Call Shawn, in the morning

find out what's going on.

Okay. Holy shit, guys.
Another eight grandioso.

Oh, yeah.
Really? Awesome.

Nice.

You know, we gotta give some
of this to charity, you think?

Yeah, that's
a good idea.

That's a good idea,
right?

Hey, charity.
Yeah.

Yeah, let's not do that. That
sucks. What's wrong with you?

You know, guys, my mother
made all this possible.

You know, maybe we should give
it to like a cancer charity.

Yeah. Yeah, that is a
really good idea, actually.

Well, wait a second. | thought
you said we weren't doing it.

Hey, come on. Allittle,
you know-- Jesus.

| mean, people with cancer,
they have issues, Franc.

You know what, I'm gonna
take a little bit of this,

and I'll make a donation
in Mike's mom's name.

Whoa, hold up. Before
you give all our money away,

what kind of cancer
are we giving to?

Yeah.
| don't know, ass, face,

skin, brains,
all of it.

Cock?
Cock and balls. Everything.

All right, I'm in.
Sweet.

What about
dogs with cancer?

Hey,
dogs are welcome.

All right,
I'm in.

Sweet.

Breasts? Breast cancer.
How about that?

Oh, yeah.
Well, what?

| mean, we're going
to a titty bar.

It's like an investment,
you know.

| got it, cat cancer.

Titty bar made me think
of pussy and, you know.

All set downstairs, boys.

Hey, Derek, we're creating
a special slush fund

for cancer research.
You want in?

Cock, tits, ass,
animal, all taken.

What about the liver?

I'll drink to that.

Duh.
Yeah. Of course, the liver.

Come on, boys, belly up.

Toast to us. Derek and Tommy,
I'm gonna pour you guys

a shot of ginger ale
since you're girly boys

who can't handle your booze.

To us, gents.

To, uh, garbage bags
full of cash. To liver cancer.

Here.
Cheers.

Bam. Ugh.

Whoo!

Let's go, boys.

Those strippers aren't
going to shove

dollar bills
between their own jugs.

You know, you guys go ahead.
I'm gonna stay and,

you know, close up shop,
take care of the money.

No, it's okay, | got it.
Don't worry about it.

No, no, It's fine.

| got a place where | hide it.
It's very secretive.

Yeah, well, I'm gonna
keep it at Lou's place.

So it's not a big thing.
All right,

but | have like a
routine and everything.

It's my job. You know?

It's not your job tonight.
| got it. Okay?

You got it?
| just said | got it.

Okay. All right,
you got it.

You guys go ahead.

Have a good time, uh,
at Scores.

All right?

And, you know, | can give
you guys a couple of tips

that could actually
help you guys out there.

When you get to the strip
club, instead of going inside,

just bang your head
against the wall outside,

take the money out of your
pocket, and light it on fire.

You'll still wake up
with a raging headache,

your dick in your hand,
and no money,

but at least
you won't be late for work.

See you.

We're going to be late
for work tomorrow.

Yeah, that's
what | figured.

Bye, asshole.
See you, douche bag.

King of the douche bags.

My title deserves
a little respect.

Yeah, whatever.
You all set?

| ain't gonna go to Scores.
You want me to stay?

No, no, I'm good.
You sure?

You're gonna be by yourself
in a room full of booze.

Yeah, I'm good.

You sure?
I'm your sponsor.

Come on, | know
what I'm talking about.

Yeah, but bottom line, Tommy,
we're both a couple of drunks.

Yeah, but I'm a higher
ranking drunk than you,

so if AA was like an army,
I'd be a five-star general,

and you're just a grunt.

Take it as an order.
I'm fine.

Get out of here.
Yes, sir.

All right. Bye.

(The Von bondies'
“c'mon, c'mon" playing)

On another day
C'mon, c'mon

With these ropes tied tight
Can we do no wrong?

J Now we grieve
‘Cause now it's gone

~ Things were good
When we were young

~ When my teeth bite down
| can see the blood

J Of a thousand men
Who have come and gone

J Now we grieve
‘Cause now it's gone

~ Things were good
When we were young

I Is it safe to stay?
C'mon, c'mon

? Was it right to leave?
C'mon, c'mon

~ Will | ever learn?
C'mon, c'mon

~ C'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon f

Mmm.

Uhh.

| love you.

| always loved you.

| Know | never
told you often enough.

You were the best goddamn
center fielder in high school.

MICKEY: And on ice, heh-heh,
tough as nails.

Not to mention the way
you fight fire.

You put every other
fireman | ever knew

to absolute goddamn shame.

| should have said
this shit when | was alive.

MICKEY: But hell,
I'm saying it now.

You are the best goddamn son
a father could ever hope for.

You happy now?

Yeah.
MICKEY: Well, get over it.

Because if you
believe all that,

| got some land down
in Florida

| might want to sell you.

MICKEY: Now give me
a goddamn drink.

Middletons,
not that bottom shelf shit.

He was a good center fielder.
No bat, hell of a glove.

I'll take
the bottom shelf shit.

Jameson's.

What is that with you?

Budweiser, Jameson's,
always the low-rent shit.

Hey, you know what,
| like the way it tastes.

| could give a shit
about what people think.

He's a great fireman.

No bustin’ balls.

He's too risky.

Gets the job done.

Know how many people
would be dead,

but for him breaking rules,
taking chances?

Lot of kids would be
on this side of the bar.

Most guys,
they play it safe.

Him, nah,
he pushes the envelope.

Like, um, what's his name?
Who's that quarterback?

JOHNNY: He used to scramble
around like a goddamn maniac.

Doug Flutie?
He's the Doug Flutie of fire?

That's funny, Dad.

Hey, Flutie,
where we you on 9/11?

(Laughing)

Yeah, Doug,
where were you?

Don't give me that,
you know,

"if only | knew
you were running

"into the second
tower" bullshit.

| only ran in because it
was the next goddamn job.

But you,
| can't figure it out.

What were you waiting for?

Too much of a pussy to go in?
First tower comes down,

they're yelling,
"Pull out, pull out!"

All | Know is
if you're a fireman,

and you ain't carrying
someone else,

and you still got
two legs and two goddamn feet,

you move on
to the next goddamn job.

Heh. Doug Flutie, my ass.

Doug Flutie would have run in.

DOUG: No balls, Tom.
No balls at all.

| was looking for you,
asshole.

Why, huh?

Jesus Christ.

Holy shit. Don't tell me
you were afraid.

What?
JOHNNY: He was afraid.

| was worried.
About what?

You.
Me?

Six, 700 fire fighters
in there.

Thousands of other people
needing to be rescued.

You worried about me?

You were scared.

Shut up.

No, you were scared to go into
the second tower on your own.

| think you were afraid
to go up the first time,

you were hoping
that you could find

some bullshit reason so
you could stay downstairs.

Makes all kinds of sense
right now. This is it, right?

This is it, Pops.
This is it, ain't it?

That ain't it.

This is it. This is the nail
right on the goddamn head.

I'm warning you, Johnny.

Warning me how? This makes
perfect, complete sense here.

Wait, you didn't want
to go in, Tom?

Of course |
wanted to go in.

You didn't want to
go in. Holy shit.

Shut your fat
cop face, Johnny.

You don't know
shit about it.

Why?
‘Cause you're a Cop.

You don't know
shit about it.

| Know a bullshit rap
when | hear it.

| swear on my
kids' souls, Johnny.

You're a goddamn coward.

All this show. All the balls.

All the bravado.
Running in like a madman.

Tommy goddamn Gavin,

the firefighter
with the biggest cock

on the goddamn block.

You know what, it's all
bullshit, bro.

You know why?

‘Cause the one day -
The one goddamn day

JOHNNY: that your department,
that your crew,

that your goddamn country
needed you the most,

you froze up like a goddamn
needle-ass little dick.

Uhh! Ahh!

Uhh! Aah!

Anybody else want some?

You're all right,
you're all right.

It's all right.
It's all right. Get up.

| wish you boys
could learn to get along.

Jeez.

When we were riding
down in the rig

that morning,

figuring out what we
were gonna do.

| was Okay, So was he.

Getting off the rig,
fine.

Going in,
going up, coming out,

the first couple
of saves, all good.

Even as the building

was coming down.

The rumble, all instinct.

Run, roll, cover.

Fine.

But after...

Rubbed all that shit out
of my eyes, out of my ears,

couldn't see anything,
couldn't hear anything.

You never told us
what to do after, did you?

Running up the beach on D-day,
huh? Guys on the left of you,

the right of you, getting
their heads blown off.

You kept running
up the beach.

Hitler's holy hell. We heard
all about that, right?

D-day.
The marching to Berlin.

Goddamn concentration camps.

Going in,
freeing everybody up.

We heard all about that.
Goddamn hero.

Goddamn decorated hero.

What were we supposed to do
after? You never told us

what you did after.
Far as | could tell,

you just keep your mouth shut

unless you're opening it
to pour booze in.

And you cheat on your wife!

That's all | knew about
after you, asshole.

You goddamn son of a bitch!

Goddamn Teddy, Vietnam.

Goddamn million gooks dead,
50,000 Americans.

Goddamn won the war. What'd he
do when he came home? After?

Drink, fight,
cheat on his wife.

| ain't no goddamn coward.

| got goddamn medals
up the ass, asshole.

Proves I'm a hero.

God, bombs going off,
buildings coming down.

| Know exactly what to do.

If it happened right now,
if this bar blew up,

I'd know exactly what to do.

Kids, marriage. That's where -
That's where | suck.

That's where | really suck.

That shit... That scares
the balls off of me.

Here | am, after,

surrounded by booze
and dead assholes.

Thanks.

Oof.

Get up slow.

Okay.

This is how it's gonna go.

You're gonna take
that bag of
cash | saw earlier.

You're gonna hand it over
to me.

And if you so much as
twitch a muscle

while you're doing it,

I'm gonna blow your
goddamn head off. Capisce?

Okay.

Listen to me,
there's no cash with me.

They took the bag
with them when they...

Asshole, | saw them leave.
No bag. Get it. Now.

Okay.

We got security cameras
in here, you know.

You don't got shit. You're
running an illegal joint,

under the table and
off the books, asshole.

Nice and easy.

Okay.

Okay, take the money
out of the bag.

Okay.

Put it down
so | can see it.

And you're gonna put it
back in. Very slowly.

If you play your cards right,
I'm going to leave quietly,

and you're not going
to tell anybody about this,

because reporting a robbery
of unreported income

would be insane.

Okay.

As would doing anything other
than what | just told you.

Right. How much
of this should...?

Just keep it coming.

Putting it right here.

Ha-ha-ha. Nice.

Aah! Shit.

Just take the money.

TOMMY: Can you hear me?

Hey.

Hey.

Jesus Christ.

You want to be
a hero, asshole?

Huh?

Uhh!

You want to be
a goddamn hero?

Guess | do.

Jesus, Dad.

You shot my insides out.

Asshole. That's your own
goddamn kid.

Shit. Classic.

You killed your own kid,
Tom.

Shit, stay away
from Damien, will you?

What the hell, Dad?

Connor?

Yeah. Shit. Look at me.

He doesn't get it, kid.

This is what he
would have been.

Shit, it might be what he is.

He's a junkie.

I'm telling you, Tommy,
stay away from my kid.

Shut up.

I'm back, Dad. I'm here.

I'm a junkie.

| need that cash.

He's a goddamn junkie.

(Laughter)

This is beautiful.
Oh, Tommy.

He's a junkie.
DOUG: That's what you get.

JOHNNY: That's perfect.
TOMMY: Shut up.

Your kid's
a freakin’ junkie.

Knock it off.

He's a junkie.
That's what you get, Tommy.

Hey, Tom, it's Lou.

You want to talk
about anything?

LOU: Garrity went nuts
about the money.

Worried. | realized
| forgot my wallet.

And to be honest,
| felt bad about

leaving you to clean up
in a room full of booze.

So much temptation.

In the cab on the way
back there, | realized,

wouldn't it be
awesome if

Tommy was just
sitting at the bar,

drinking himself silly
when | got there?

| like when you drink.

And low and behold,
my wish came true.

Although silly
ain't exactly what | saw.

Sober,

you're a great fireman
and a selfish, spiteful,

hit the nail on the head,
no bullshit kind of a guy.

Drunk,

you're a great fireman
and a selfish, spiteful,

hit the nail on the head
kind of guy, but funny.

And | like funny.

So | say we keep the booze
and we lose the guns.

| Know you've got demons
jumping out of your head,

| just don't want
you shooting at them.

We'll tell the guys you saw
rats the size of Michael Moore

running around the joint.

Which means of course
that they were big

and wearing
little baseball caps,

and they were also
in favor of gun control laws.

All right.

Ahh.

Ahh.

| just want to say...
(Clears throat)

Thanks for tonight.

And, uh,
(Clears throat)

| take back, uh,
all those nasty things | said

when we were having
that, uh, tiff, the other...

I-| didn't
mean all that stuff.

Okay.

You're really the best
friend a guy could ever have.

Water under the bridge,
pal.

What?

The things that you said?

What about them?

Do you take them back?

No. No. No, | meant
every goddamn word of it.

You don't want
to take back any of that?

Nope. Nope.

Okay.

Oh, and, uh,
| slept with Frenchie.

Ahh.

I'm sorry, what?

| slept with Frenchie.

And | got the note
to prove it.

Eh?

You're carrying
that around with you?

Wouldn't you?

Jeez, it sounds like the
end of the world down here.

Jesus, he's pounding
the leather off that thing.

Hey.
Hey.

Hey.

You thinking
what I'm thinkin'?

Yeah, no more
spic jokes.

No, FDNY boxing team.
We get him in the ring,

we get some
side action going,

pick up a little
extra cabbage.

With me and you
coaching him, we'll clean up.

Whatever happened to, uh,
no more Mr. Nice Guy,

you guys don't give me
any respect, buh-buh-buh?

That's the job. This is
a chance to make money.

And for that,
| will revert back

to my happy-go-lucky
whore self.

Just, uh, think
he'll go for it?

Can't hurt to ask.

Christ, let's let him
finish up first.

You Gavin?
Yep.

On your break?
Sorta.

It's hard work,
ain't it?

Hey, I'm just happy
to help out.

That's what | hear.
So, uh, can you do me?

Pardon?

What you did for Lester,

| want it done.

| didn't do
anything to Lester.

Look, he's right over there.

| sit alone in a room all day
praying for death to come.

You got to do this
for me. Please.

Listen to me. | killed
five men in my life.

Four of them had slanty eyes
and were shooting at me

and my buddies.

The other one
was a drunk driver

that ran over
my 10-year-old nephew.

They all had it coming.
But I'll be goddamned

if I'm gonna kill a war hero,
a brother in arms.

| just won't do it.
Then you're a fag.

Say that again, war hero
or not, I'll kill you.

You are a fag.

Okay, all right.
We're on.

DAMIEN:
Five goddamn miles.

You know, | nearly
had a heart attack.

My legs feel like Jell-O.

That's all right.
You'll get used to it.

Yeah, when?
Uh, depends on you.

You're pretty good
with that thing.

I'm okay.

No, seriously, dude.
When did you learn?

Um, | started taking lessons
a while ago. This and voice.

Voice?

Yeah, you know,
like singing lessons.

Dude, if you tell any
of the guys at the house,

| swear to God,
I'll Kick your ass.

Nah, your secret's safe
with me. So sing something.

| don't know, dude.
| never, like,

really sang in front
of anybody except

my vocal coach
and my, my band.

You got a band?

Yeah, yeah, a couple of

NYU music grad students
| picked up.

So if you got a band, you're
probably pretty good, right?

Yeah, listen, you know, Sean's
sleeping in the other room,

and he's got
the flu and stuff.

Oh, come on. See, now
you're just making excuses.

| mean, how are you going
to sing to a stadium full of

people if you can't even
sing to me in this room?

| guess you're right.
| mean, there is this one tune

l've kind of been working
pretty hard on that | wrote.

Okay, so sing it.

All right, but my
chord progression's...

Blah, blah, blah. Just get on
with the freakin’ thing.

All right, all right.
All right, all right.

I'll... I'll do like
a verse or something.

J Nothing left to look at
But what lies inside me

f My first reality
Cannot take what lies ahead

J Clear the path
of destination

J ls what you once... J

What? That was good.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Yeah, | mean, you know,
| was ready to earn

an Academy Award nomination
trying to mask my horror

over how badly it sucked, but
it's actually pretty decent.

Thanks, bro.

You mind if |, uh,
take a crack at it?

Yeah, knock
yourself out, bro.

All right.

Holy shit,
you got skills.

Left to look at
But what lies inside me

t My false reality J

Dude, you gotta be in my
band, bro. That was sick.

Count me in, bro.

Holy shit, bro.

What are you
guys called?

Hot Lunch.

Count me out, bro.

What?

Hot Lunch?
Are you serious?

Yeah.

You know what
a hot lunch is, right?

Yeah, like Salisbury steak,

like taco Tuesday.
No, no, it's not

like Salisbury steak. It's
a euphemism for a sexual term.

It's when you're doing a chick
and she takes a dump on you.

No way.

Yes way. Like
a Cleveland steamer.

What's that?
Same thing.

Dude, | guess I'm never
gonna go to Cleveland.

| gotta take a piss.

Sean, are you
all right, dude?

SEAN: Yeah.

He don't look
too good.

You think | should, like, make
him some tea or something?

Oh, my God.

Sean. Sean,
you all right?

Holy shit, Mike,
he's pissing blood.

All right,
call an ambulance.

Sean?

Hey, Franc.
FRANCO: Hey.

Hey.

Lot of iron on that bar.
What is that, 200, 240?

Oh, | don't know,
maybe, uh, 280 on a good day.

Animale, this kid, huh?

Yeah.

Got a proposition
for you, Franco.

Yeah? Well,
I'm very flattered, Lou,

but | don't believe
in gay marriage.

Ha-ha. Hilarious.

This kid cracks me up.
No. Now look, we saw you

beating the heavy bag
into submission the other day.

We were wondering maybe
if you ever thought

about stepping
into the ring.

Boxing?

No, bullfighting.

What are you doing?

| cornered a couple
of fighters back in the day,

and | think you got potential.
You got a thunderous left.

Thanks, Lou. You, uh,
used to be a boxing trainer?

Yeah, indeed | was. | took
Joltin' Joel Johansson

to the department title
back in ‘86.

He had a brief but minorly
successful golden gloves run.

No shit.

You guys talking about
Slow Joel Johansson?

Want to mind your business,
Tommy? We're talking here.

Who's, uh...
Who's Slow Joel?

You know Joel. He comes by the
house a couple times a year.

He's got the pushed-in
nose, scars under the eyes.

Wears the pull-down wool cap.
Talks like Marlee Matlin.

Oh. Oh, that guy
is Joltin' Joel Johansson?

TOMMY: Was Joltin' Joel,
is Slow Joel.

Hey, it's not my fault he kept
dropping his goddamn hands

like Sugar Ray. The guy was
an ape trying to be a hot dog.

But you're smarter than
that, Franco. You can move.

And Lou made a lot of money
with Joltin' Joel.

| mean, the side action on
these fights

are over the moon.

LOU: Yeah.

And now he shits
his pants twice a day.

Tommy, go be a pain in the
ass somewhere else.

We're talking here.

Okay. Don't forget
to mention that glass eye.

Uh, the...the what?
LOU: It's totally unrelated.

He got excited, hit himself
in the face with a fork.

Joel loved a good meal.

What do you think?

| don't know, guys. I've
been in the ring before.

| think I'll just stick
to hitting the heavy bag.

Bag don't hit back,
if you know what | mean.

Ah, come on. I'm serious here,
Franco, you got real talent.

This could be huge
with the right guidance.

I'm just not to
keen on messing

with the catnip,
you know.

End up looking
like Mickey Rourke.

He looked good in Sin City.

He was animated.

Look, Franc, man was not meant
to hit 80 pounds of sand

hanging from the ceiling. They
were meant to hit other men.

Want to deny yourself
the opportunity of venting

all that rage and frustration
you have over Bush and 9/11

out on another human being?

And you could imagine
Bush's face on your opponent

just before
you Cave it in.

If it's such a good idea,

how come you don't
step into the ring?

‘Cause I'm a pussy. But you,
my giant Latin friend,

you are one thick spic.

| mean, the very sight
of you strikes

fear in the hearts
of men. Me included.

lf | wasn't
your superior officer,

would | be saying any of this
to you right now?

If you weren't
my superior officer,

I'd be pounding the
shit out of you right now.

That's the killer instinct
a good fighter needs.

So, what do you think,
Franc?

Can | wear headgear?

You can wear a dress and
a jogging bra for all | care.

Just say yes.

Yes.

| swear to God,
guys, if good old Nielsy

didn't cut the wheel and nail
the brakes just in time,

there'd be
like four people dead.

Nielsy's one of the finest
wheel men on the job.

Yeah, he's like B. J.
and the Bear minus the monkey.

I'd like to get a monkey.
(Laughter)

Man, I'd love to be a driver.

Well, usually just
senior guys drive, kid.

FEINBERG: Now that there's
so few of us left,

newbies can take the course
in maybe two, three years.

Would that mean he wouldn't
have to go into the fire?

That part of his job is
a little hard to get around.

Well, it doesn't hurt to ask.

Maybe, uh, once he graduates
probie school,

| can put in a good word.

Have him
assigned to this house.

Keep him in good hands.

You, Sidney,
are too sweet.

He's a good kid. Certainly
comes from fine stock.

And you can call me Sidney.

| already did. How about
| call you Big Cutie?

Like, uh, Big Cutie,
have some more treats.

Thank you.

Hey, Tom. Sheila brought us
rice crispy treats.

The guys are giving me
a little firefighter tutorial.

Damien wants to
drive the rig

when he gets on the job.

Why don't you graduate first
before you start

picking out a goddamn locker,
okay, punk?

Come on, Tommy,
he's gonna graduate.

Yeah, his instructor says that

he's already top
of the class so far.

What are you,
three weeks in?

Stretching hose
and doing physical training?

Got some guy that used to
look up to your old man

helping you put on your
bunker gear every day.

Wait till they stick your
narrow ass in the smokehouse,

or you're roasting
at 1500 degrees

in the goddamn
flashover stimulator.

Then we'll see
how big your balls are.

Hey, asshole. I'm sorry,
Big Cutie.

Listen, why don't you
back off my son?

Because this ain't goddamn
summer camp, okay, sweetie.

And if I'm not mistaken,
chief,

isn't there a rule against
social calls in the firehouse?

Don't be a stickler, Tommy.

Here, have a treat.
No thanks.

Okay, duty calls.

Hey, can |, uh, ride along?
No.

Come on, let the kid ride.
It'll be good for him.

Only if his mother
says it's okay.

It's okay.

You stay clear of
the action, okay? Understood?

Yeah, understood.
This is ridiculous.

You, thank you very much for
coming. Come anytime you want.

| will, | promise.
| promise.

Can | ride on the rig
with you guys?

Hey, chief, can the kid
ride in the rig?

Sure, go ahead.
Bobby, you ride with me.

Why do | got to ride
in the Suburban?
Cause | said so.

| thought you were
going over in that thing.

No, I'm riding in the rig.
The chief said it's okay.

Keep your hands to yourself,
don't touch anything hot.

If he gets in trouble,
I'm not looking out for him.

He gets in trouble, Mike's
gonna watch after him.

Oh, really? | guess
he's in trouble already.

Oh, whoa.
What the hell is this?

Did you okay this, chief?

It's okay. Don't worry
about it.

| love you.

Love you too.

Hey, check out salt
and pepper over there.

Wouldn't mind those two
on a sandwich.

Almost never happens.

You know that almost
never happens.

Hey, where's Garrity?
Uh, he's got the flu.

Missing black Shawn, now
we're missing white Sean.

We're two Shawns down.

We had to take him to
the hospital. White Sean.

LOU: For the flu?
He was pissing blood, dude.

You don't piss blood
when you got the flu.

You piss blood when you got
something like gonorrhea.

You do?

Me? No. No, no, no.
| never have.

That's what | heard happens
to people who have gonorrhea.

Which I've never had,
obviously.

| think he had gonorrhea.

Once, okay. Jesus, just once.

One and a half times.
The second time doesn't count

because | was just a carrier.

Dude, that was awesome.

Ahh, we did all right.

The engine had a dry
hydrant which delayed

our primary searches,
which is why the chief

had to call a second alarm.

But most of the apartments
above were vacant,

which is why we
didn't find any roasts.

Roasts?
Dead guys.

Oh, yeah, roasts.

Hey, let me get in there,

you know,
check out the damage.

No, | don't think so.

Oh, come on, Mike.
Let me in there.

| mean, the stimulator
at school, it's for pussies.

Let me see what
this bitch can really do.

All right.
Here, suit up.

Listen, whatever you do,

keep this mask on,
you hear me?

Because if you
get in trouble,

then | get in
big time trouble.

You're gonna get in trouble.
No, that's right.

You're not going to
get me in trouble

because if you get in trouble,
| get in big time trouble.

And if | get in big time
trouble, then you...

Just... What are we talking
about? Let's go.

DAMIEN:
It stinks in here.

MIKE: You'll get used to it.
In fact, there'll be times

you'll crave that stink,
like it's a drug or something.

Watch your head.

Usually a fire like this,
it's either a torch job

or was initiated
by something stupid,

you know, something small,
like a...

A, uh, cigarette or a candle.

This burn, classic case
of Jewish lighting.

What's that?

Arson. Torch must have gassed
the shit out of the stairwell,

‘cause by
the time we got here,

all the floors were
fully involved

and the flame
was coming out

through the
bulkhead on the roof.

Where you going?
Upper floors.

| don't know.

What, are you scared?

Kinda.

Good. Let's go.

So the engine will come in
and do the final douche

once we open up
the cockloft and uh,

check for any
hidden flame,

then we could take up,
head home,

uh, and get some R and R.

Can we get a Long Island
iced tea after the shift?

Hey, don't push
your luck, buddy.

MAN: Hey, Tommy,
want to join me up here?

Shit. Come on.

Here, get in here, and I'll
come back for you, all right.

Let me go talk
to these guys.

DAMIEN: Wait, do...?
If anyone comes in,

just act like you're
working or something.

DAMIEN: Wait, Mike...

LOU: Mikey, where are you?
Hey, what's up?

Get over here, will you?
| got too many irons.

Go right over there, give
the ceiling a pull, will you?

Okay, you got it, man.

Hey, Tom, you know
what time it is?

Uh, why?

Just wondering how long it was
since | reminded you

that, uh, | banged Frenchie.

FRANCO: Holy shit.

DAMIEN: Mike!

We've got a flare-up
on the top floor.

We're coming down.
Let's go.

We can't go, guys.

The floor's not clear.
There's somebody in there!

Who's in there?
It doesn't matter who.

Who is it?

It's Damien.
He wanted to go in, Tom.

You moron!

Get down the stairs.
You moron.

Mike!

Tommy!

Damn it.